Chapter 735: Danger, Thanos, Danger (Part 1)

In Stark's laboratory, files and data were piled high. Jarvis had to install a set of mechanical arms onto his new robotic body to help organize all this experimental data.

A set of mechanical arms consisted of four, fixed to the shoulders and waist of Jarvis's robotic body. The upper arms could coordinate with his hands to sort different files, while the lower arms were responsible for stuffing them into various cabinets.

Because some experimental data was too complex for simple programs to judge, and also required confidentiality, this work could only be done by Jarvis and Stark.

In the room next door, Otto was hammering the table with a look of irritation. He said, "If you don't trust my technology, then why did you come to me?!"

"I'll say it again, the tentacles can be directly connected to the human nervous system. There won't be any sequelae, and you don't need to add another layer of mecha in between!"

"Of course, I've read your research data, but I'm just not used to having four large tentacles installed on my back. That's just too ugly!" Stark also raised his voice.

"You have to know, my fans like Iron Man because they like my streamlined, high-tech equipment, not because they like four ugly tentacles. I came to you to solve a problem, so just shut your mouth and get to work, okay?"

Otto took a deep breath, tried hard to recall the string of zeros on the contract Pepper gave him, shook his head, and resigned himself to installing the mechanical tentacles for Stark's mecha.

To further improve his work efficiency, Stark felt that he also needed to add a few more hands.

People often said he was a capitalist who exploited employees, but Stark had to prove that when he was ruthless, he even exploited himself.

He made a very complete life-support armor for himself. Combined with magic energy, he could even go a week without sleeping.

Not eating, not drinking, not sleeping, and fully devoting himself to experiments—this was also the reason why his anxiety had been so severe before.

And this time, he intended to add four mechanical tentacles, just like Doctor Octopus, to this life-support armor.

Although he could issue commands to Jarvis to activate robots to help him work, neither the flexibility nor the tactile sensation was as good as his own hands. If a neural connection could achieve the effect of having a few extra hands, it was still very worth it.

Otto had been busy in the laboratory for half a day, debugging the various models of mechanical tentacles, when Strange walked out of a magic portal to begin preparations before the surgery.

As long as it was a neural connection, surgery was definitely required. But after a period of technical improvement, Strange was attempting minimally invasive neural connection surgery, or even external neural connection surgery.

Simply put, it meant using a special material to extend human nerves outside the body surface. In this way, using various external equipment with neural connections would be much more convenient, and it could also avoid a lot of pain.

But because this technology had not yet been tested, it could not be used on Stark. He could only use the most traditional internal implanted neural access device to achieve control over the tentacles.

"I have to remind you first that neural connection surgery is risky. I've already handed the risk notification form to Jarvis, but actually, it doesn't matter if you sign it or not, because if the surgery fails, I will activate the gem, and we can do it all over again."

"Also, there are ten minutes left until Shiler arrives." Strange looked down at his watch and said, "Oh, no, seven minutes. He's always punctual."

"Wait a minute, what is he coming here for?" Stark walked in front of the mecha, turned around, walked backward into the mecha, and let the mecha cover his body.

The life-support mecha was different from other combat suits; it pursued extreme lightness, preferably feeling like nothing at all. Therefore, after Stark put on this mecha, it looked more like he was wearing a tight combat suit, with some mechanical structures only visible at the joints.

Strange put the medical record in his hand aside, looked at Stark, and said, "I have to remind you, external neural connection surgery is painful, very painful."

"Most importantly, you don't want to use anesthesia. I really don't know how you..."

"Don't bring that up." Stark turned his head away, trying to change the subject. Otto said from the side, "If you are trying to prove your masculinity with such a childish method, then I can only say, you'd better go back to university and read it again."

Stark snorted coldly and said, "Masculinity? I wouldn't be as childish as that kid Peter. Don't you know? Any dose of anesthetic could cause damage to the brain. This is a consequence I absolutely cannot afford."

"In other words, when you were tinkering with that thing on your chest before, you didn't use any anesthesia at all???" Strange looked at Stark and said, "I have to admit, you do have a bit of masculinity."

Thinking of the incident Strange mentioned, Stark's face turned a bit pale. He pursed his lips and said, "Don't mention that again, I don't want to recall it."

When people are at a life-or-death moment, they can always develop their potential to the maximum, but afterward, they will still feel lingering fear. Stark's mental state was not stable enough, partly because of the shadow left by the initial Afghanistan incident.

"Good morning, everyone." Shiler walked into the laboratory, holding a medical record in his hand, and then looked at Stark, saying, "I heard that some big boy who wants to show off his masculinity wants to undergo neural connection surgery, but won't use anesthesia?"

"Don't say any more. If you keep talking, my heart rate won't be suitable for surgery." Stark took a deep breath and said, "In a moment, I'll let you see what true masculinity is."

Ten minutes later, a scream pierced the silent sky of New York.

"Ah!

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Ahhh!

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"Beep—beep—beep—"

"The alarm went off." Shiler turned to look at the instrument on the side, recording while saying, "Brain wave activity is also abnormal, stop quickly!"

Strange immediately stopped his movements, took off his gloves, took out the gem, a flash of light shone, time flowed backward, and it returned to the time before the surgery.

Stark, who was fixed on the operating table, panted heavily, his head covered in cold sweat. Although the wounds and blood had disappeared, his memory had not been reset. Just now, that terrible pain had swallowed him instantly.

Stark, with his upper body bare, supported his body with one arm and sat up from the operating table.

Strange was packing up the surgical instruments while looking at Stark's back. Just a moment ago, there was a small window there. The wound was not deep, and not much blood flowed, but the process of neural connection could bring extreme pain to a person.

"I say, buddy, how on earth did you endure this kind of pain????" Stark looked at Otto and said, "Even with anesthesia, this is simply not something a human can endure."

Otto shook his head and said, "Indeed, during the surgery, I woke up from the pain seven or eight times, but because it was intermittent, it wasn't that severe. If you don't use any anesthesia at all, then I can only wish you good luck."

Shiler turned to look at Strange and said, "If Professor X is asked to forcibly stop his brain from working, is it feasible?"

Strange shook his head and said, "It's hard to say, but it might also cause some impact on the brain. His thinking is too active, and his brain activity is much stronger than that of ordinary people. If it is forcibly suppressed..."

Strange didn't finish his sentence, and everyone present knew his conclusion. Shiler thought for a moment and said, "Borrow a symbiote, how about that? Directly block the pain sensation."

The others were silent, seemingly thinking. Strange stroked his chin and said, "It should be possible. This kind of symbiotic creature is very magical and can control every cell in the human body..."

"But before, the symbiotes had all returned to their home planet... Wait a minute, it seems there is still one symbiote that hasn't left?"

Shiler and Strange looked at each other, and Stark, lying on the operating table, suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Scumbag, we meet again!"

When Venom's low, hoarse voice sounded in Stark's mind, he hammered the table hard and said, "You damn piece of mud, get out of my brain!

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"Oh, oh, oh, let me hear, which little baby came to find his Venom daddy because he couldn't stand the pain? Later, I must record every change in your cells, then write it in my gene catalog, and tell the whole universe that Tony Stark is a crybaby who is afraid of pain! Hahahahahaha!

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"Shut up, mud, do you want me to tell the whole universe that you are mentally retarded? Later, I will open a portal, go to the planet Klyntar for a tour, and tell your clansmen that you need two hours just to learn linear function knowledge!"

Watching Stark sitting there in a daze, Strange, who was preparing experimental tools, bumped into Shiler next to him with his shoulder and said, "I guess they must have already been arguing fiercely."

"This is a good thing, Tony should change his brain." Shiler glanced back at Stark and said, "Don't you think he has been a bit obsessed lately?"

Strange also looked back at Stark, lowered his voice, and said, "I found that he is always lacking a sense of security. When things don't go smoothly, he feels very irritable, but when things go smoothly, he feels that things will soon fall into a low point."

"Just like recently, the solar system construction plan is developing very smoothly, but he insists on squeezing his brain, not letting go of every minute, not daring to let himself stop and rest at all."

Strange said helplessly, "I asked him why he wanted to do this, and he said that these people cannot be united forever. Since they have improved now, they must seize this opportunity."

Shiler's hand paused, sighed, and said, "In his view, good times are always just a minority. Long-term depression, frustration, violence, and stagnation are the norm."

"I think this has a lot to do with his father." Strange lowered his tone and said, "Isn't this describing a drunkard? Being sober is always a minority, and in most states, he is like a puddle of mud... I have deep experience."

"Yes, people who grow up in this situation often have this feeling. They must seize the time to complete everything in the quiet days, because at any time, there may be a dead-drunk alcoholic rushing into his room, scolding and beating him. This is the source of the sense of insecurity."

"Have you never thought about treating this problem?" Strange looked up at Shiler and asked. He continued, "Of course, I'm not saying you must do this, but if possible, he should still be healthier."

"Before, I tried, but this personality trait has already become his personality characteristic, becoming a part of him. I'm afraid it's very difficult to remove."

"Wait, personality characteristic?" Strange turned to look at Shiler and asked, "I remember you said before that every character in your tower of the mind is a part of your personality characteristic, and you can control when these characteristics come out to work. So, how do you do all this?"

Hearing this, Shiler's hand stopped, but soon, he started getting busy again. He lowered his head silently, seemingly not wanting to answer this question. Seeing this, Strange did not continue to ask.

After Venom possessed Stark, Strange restarted the surgery. He didn't even need to make another incision. Venom directly opened a very small wound on Stark's back, implanted the neural connection device, and then remotely connected it to the life-support mecha.

Not only was it painless throughout the process, but at the moment of connection, Stark felt as if he had two more arms he could control. After confirming there were no errors, he connected the remaining two tentacles.

Stark, sitting on the operating table, shook his head, blinked hard, and said, "This feeling is too wonderful, I seem to... seem to really have a few more arms."

Otto, behind the mecha, was debugging and said, "If you don't use this mecha as a relay, your feeling will be even better."

Instantly, the four tentacles twitched, and one of them directly slapped Otto, making him stagger. Stark said, "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Alright, let the most genius Venom in the whole universe see, what kind of weird thing did you make?... Tentacles?? If you want tentacles, why didn't you come to me?"

Venom snorted, and instantly, countless tentacles made of black slime erupted from behind Stark, and each one was connected to Stark's nerves, which could be directly controlled by the brain.

"Listen, even if the mechanical tentacles are not easy to use, I will absolutely not use your piece of mud!" Stark raised his voice and said loudly.

Ten minutes later, in the laboratory, Stark roared:

"You piece of mud! I'll say it again! Don't play tricks when I ask you to get data!"

A black slime tentacle behind Stark retracted with a "whoosh," but immediately after, another tentacle started rummaging through the file cabinet.

Just as the man and the symbiote were fighting, Shiler and Strange, who had just finished organizing the medical records, walked in. Although Stark's hand movements didn't pause, his ears pricked up.

He heard Shiler say, "I recently made a very magical thing, do you want to see it?"

"A magical thing?" Strange turned to look at Shiler and asked, "What is it? What thing can be called a magical thing by you?"

Stark also turned his head curiously, and then he and Strange saw a halo light up on Shiler's head with a "zeng."

Stark and Strange both leaned over to Shiler's side. Strange was the first to wave his hand and said, "I thought it was what, isn't it just a magic light effect? I can do it too!"

After speaking, Strange snapped his fingers, and a halo also lit up on his head. He shook his head at Shiler somewhat triumphantly.

Shiler, however, showed a sneer. Under the gaze of Stark and Strange, he reached out and took the halo off his head. ===== CHAPTER 736 =====