Chapter 351: S: The Radiant Event (26)

In the S. H. I. E. L. D. office, Nick had just picked up his coffee cup and taken a sip when Natasha walked in with a document. She said while looking down at the document: "Director, there are still 26 items waiting for confirmation today. In addition, several tasks were piled up yesterday..."

"Alright, I know. You put it there, I'll finish it as soon as possible."

Natasha just wanted to go out when her phone rang. She answered: "Hello?... Oh, yes, but he is very busy now. Alright, I will convey it to him."

"Director. Stark's call, he asked me to ask if you have time this afternoon, please go to the Stark laboratory to see the experimental results. The material research they conducted jointly with Wakanda has produced a sample..."

"Help me make an appointment for 5 PM today."

"Director!" Coulson walked in, waved at Natasha, then walked to Nick and said: "Professor Arkham... I mean, Professor Rodriguez, just called to ask if you have time at noon. He wants to invite you to lunch at noon and chat about his plan..."

"Lunch? I'm afraid I don't have time for lunch. Make it 2 PM."

"Wait." Natasha turned back and picked up the form: "No, Director, have you forgotten? You have to meet the S. W. O. R. D. Director at 3 PM, an hour is not enough to rush over..."

Nick was thinking. Just at this time, Steve pushed the door open and said: "The superhero squad plan is only one step away. Oh, you are here too. Nick, can I have a word with you?"

Just then, there was a "zila" sound in the air, and a portal appeared. Strange poked his head out from inside. He looked down at Nick on the ground, and Nick looked up at him. Strange said: "Come with me quickly, Loki wants to find you to discuss the matter of establishing diplomatic relations with Asgard. This is a big deal..."

Before he could pull his head back, another head stretched out from the portal. It was Wanda. She smoothed her red hair and said: "S. H. I. E. L. D. Director? Professor X has something to do with you..."

Before she could finish speaking, another head stretched out. Venom opened his big mouth, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, as if he wanted to bite off Nick's head. He said impatiently: "That busybody named Blue Spirit is looking for you, go over quickly!"

Nick covered his forehead and said: "Why do you have to come one by one, instead of finding a place, everyone communicating together, and making everything clear?"

At this time, two hands stretched out from the portal and pressed all three heads below down. Schiller poked his head out and said: "Good question. I was just about to discuss this plan with you. Don't you think it's time to establish a specialized organization?"

Two hours later, in the reception hall of the Arkham Asylum, Nick picked up a wine bottle from the table and poured a little wine into his wine glass. Strange leaned on the back of the single sofa and took a nap.

Stark was holding a blueprint, utilizing his free time perfectly. Schiller was still writing his medical records. Loki stood by the window, untying the braid Frigga had woven for her.

When Charles walked in, this was the scene he saw. He said: "Sorry, I'm a bit late. After all, my legs aren't very convenient..."

After saying that, he let Quicksilver, who was pushing his wheelchair, go out first. Seeing that everyone had arrived, Stark opened his mouth and said: "To tell the truth, we should handle this problem as soon as possible. Wouldn't it be better to establish an organization early? As a result, it's still a mess until now, the efficiency is so low."

Nick shook his head and said: "It's not that simple. Look at the people sitting here. If we unite, I'm afraid many people won't be able to sleep."

"But if we don't unite, I don't have any sleep either." Strange covered his eyes, appearing very sleepy. He said: "I'm busy enough dealing with Kamar-Taj and the Sanctum Sanctorum every day. The one-way contact between us takes up all my spare time."

"Who isn't?" Stark curled his lips and said: "I have to spend a lot of time every day on this inefficient contact network. This is simply a pile of dog shit."

"Alright, then assuming we are going to establish an organization now to deal with these messy cosmic wars, interstellar diplomacy, etc., then what should this organization be called?" Strange asked.

"I think it should be called Radiant..." Before Stark could finish the name, Schiller interrupted him immediately: "Better call it the Radiant Alliance."

"But..."

"No 'buts'. Forget that unlucky name."

Nick looked at him very suspiciously and said: "Last time when I discussed with you what the superhero squad should be called, you also denied my proposal, and said it was very unlucky. Why exactly is it unlucky?"

"You guys don't ask. If there is one power I most hope to possess in this organization, it is the naming right. Of course, I am also very democratic. If you are dissatisfied with the name Radiant Alliance, then changing it is fine. Anyway, as long as it's not the one in your heads, it's fine."

"Forget it, what's important about this?" Strange said indifferently: "The name is the least important thing. Although the Sanctum Sanctorum is called the Sanctum Sanctorum, it is now a customer service center. Although Kamar-Taj is called Kamar-Taj, it is now a comprehensive magic technology research institute..."

"I think you might as well call it the 'Unvirtuous Alliance'." Stark said pointedly. Schiller shook his head and said: "Don't say that. Professor X is very guaranteed in terms of morality."

"Martial God"

"Yeah, if it weren't for him, your moral bottom line would be bottomless."

"Alright, the name is indeed just a code name. Let's think about something practical. Most importantly, where should the base of this organization be set? How should the contact network be built? How can efficiency be maximized?"

At this time, Schiller cleared his throat, and everyone's attention was attracted to him. Seeing his expression, Stark suddenly had a bad premonition. Sure enough, Schiller opened his mouth and said: "... Do you know what the Mind Palace theory is?"

Half an hour later, Nick rubbed his brow and said: "How many years has it been since I listened to a lecture like this? I feel my brain is a mess now."

"I understand the principles you said, but what does this have to do with us building a base?... Wait, you don't want to build this base in a dream, do you?" Stark looked at Schiller and said.

"This is the method to maximize efficiency." Schiller explained: "During the day, everyone is very busy. Nick has to be busy with S. H. I. E. L. D. work, Tony has to do research, Strange has to manage the Sanctum Sanctorum, Loki has to go back to Asgard for confinement, Professor Charles has to manage the mutant school, and I have to manage the asylum."

"Then why don't we utilize the time at night? Having a dream could solve all problems. If I had such a good thing when I was working, I would laugh in my dreams."

Stark stretched out a finger and said: "First, how are we going to connect our dreams?"

Charles looked at the expressions of several people and said: "Perhaps in your view, the consciousness space doesn't exist in reality, and dreams are all fake, but in fact, it is not so."

"If it must be explained in a scientific way, that is brain waves. Human brain waves exist in reality, so in fact, the consciousness space also exists. As long as brain waves can be connected, true mental connection can be realized."

"Perhaps you have heard of my ability. In fact, I use brain waves to connect to other people's brains."

"When your brain waves connect to my brain at the same time, it is equivalent to your brain waves also being connected. In this way, we can realize mental commonality and appear in the same dream."

"A few days ago, when Professor Charles and I were researching this topic, we already made an experimental product. That is a base in a dream, possessing all the functions it should have. We can try it first, and then make adjustments..." Schiller indicated that he was well prepared.

Charles looked at the expressions of several people and said: "I can guarantee you that this dream will only reveal what you want to reveal."

Charles's expression remained kind, but his next words made people feel a bit creepy. He said: "If I really want to do something with my ability, then, in front of me, no one has secrets."

Charles had never revealed the upper limit of his ability, so no one knew how far he could actually go. Compared to magnetic force, psychic ability was a more obscure power. Perhaps on the surface, there were no such gorgeous light and shadow effects, but it was more lethal.

Loki raised a question: "I am not human, can you also..."

Charles smiled and said: "Intelligent life, all beings are equal."

Everyone looked at Charles's face. His face was very old, his gaze remained kind, and no aggressiveness could be seen. But people saw a powerful aura on him that was no less than Magneto's.

"Wait, if you can connect human brains, does that mean you can constitute a psychic network, and does that mean you can form a supercomputer composed of human brains?"

Seeing Stark's eyes gradually brighten, Charles said calmly: "Theoretically speaking, I can connect the brains of all humanity. Such a psychic network is much stronger than any supercomputer. But I cannot do that."

"Humanity is not a computer. They also have emotional modules installed in their brains. Once you borrow their brains to start computing, it is very likely to affect their emotions, or greatly compress the emotional modules in their brains, which will lead to them losing their humanity."

Stark said somewhat regretfully: "Indeed, that is also a problem."

"Charles and I have been doing similar research. If there are results, I will tell you as soon as possible. But in short, let's try it tonight first to see if you can enter the base in the dream."

At night, Stark was busy in the laboratory. Peter organized the documents on the desktop and said: "Mr. Stark, I'm going back first. If it's any later, my aunt will be worried."

"Alright, you go." Stark turned to look at the sky outside. It was actually very late now, but he didn't want to rest at all, only thinking about finishing this topic quickly.

Just as he was staring at a model and looking carefully, he felt a wave of sleepiness hit him, and his vision became blurry. Stark squeezed his eyes hard and then rubbed his eye sockets with his hands, wanting to make himself sober.

He felt his breathing begin to slow down, gradually becoming a bit breathless. Thus, he found a chair and sat down. Before two seconds had passed, he fell onto the experimental table.

Peter, who had returned because he forgot to take something, just walked back into the laboratory and saw Stark lying on the table. He walked over, leaned in to take a look, and found Stark's chest rising and falling rhythmically. He should have fallen asleep.

When Peter was walking back, he heard a voice say to him: "Turn off the lights."

Peter thought it was Stark who said it, so he walked to the wall and turned off the lights. But after he walked out the door, he felt that the voice didn't sound much like Stark's, and it didn't seem to be spoken with a mouth, but more like it rang in his heart.

He sensed it with his spider-sense and found nothing abnormal, so he assumed Stark was too sleepy and changed his tone, and didn't take it to heart.

And at this time, Stark discovered that he was in a vast white space. He walked forward two steps and found that a beach appeared in his field of vision. Waves hit the coast, making a relaxing sound. And by the sea, stood an old manor, and at the end of the manor stood a lighthouse.

When the light from the lighthouse shone over, Stark instinctively narrowed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the room. Schiller stood up from the sofa in front of the fireplace and said to Stark:

"You finally came." ===== CHAPTER 352 =====