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Being a mentor is not an easy job, but seeing your "work" finally take shape is quite rewarding.

Carol has already gained some control over her newfound power and is excitedly performing various light and shadow effects for Monica, who is full of admiration, in the backyard. For example, she uses light to form a pony or makes her hair burn like a Super Saiyan.

Chu Hang, meanwhile, sat in the room and turned on the computer he had bought for a considerable amount of money.

On the screen is Yahoo's finance page.

He logged into his securities account with practiced ease, looking at the funds that had multiplied dozens of times and reached seven figures, his face expressionless.

For him, this was just the beginning.

He created a new document and typed a line in it:

"Future Investment Memorandum"

Below, he listed a series of companies that will dominate the next twenty years and their key breakout moments.

Dog Brother, a search engine and advertising tycoon, bought at rock-bottom prices after the dot-com bubble burst.

Pear, the initiator of the smartphone revolution, awaits the release of the iPod and iPhone.

Tenera, the future of electric vehicles and new energy, requires long-term planning.

As he typed on the keyboard, he also diverted some of his attention to immerse himself in the system.

His ability to "morphologically mimic" allows him to easily register countless clean aliases around the world and establish complex financial firewalls.

The ability of "Willpower Barrier" allows him to maintain absolute calm and extremely high efficiency when performing incredibly complex financial operations and information processing.

His memory, which is more than 20 years ahead of its time, is his greatest and most irreplaceable advantage.

A vast, global business empire with tentacles reaching into every high-tech field has already begun to take shape in his mind.

This world needs heroes to save it.

And he was prepared to buy the world.

Chapter 74 The Arrival of the Skrulls

Two weeks later, on a wasteland outside Louisiana.

Carol hovered three meters above the ground, her eyes closed. She stretched out her hands, palms facing each other. Between her palms, a fist-sized, highly condensed ball of golden energy was slowly rotating.

It was no longer a raging ball of light, but a near-perfect sphere. Its surface flowed with patterns like liquid gold, and within, nebula-like structures could be faintly seen arising and ceasing. Under her control, this tiny "planet" was as quiet as a work of art.

Monica sat on a large rock not far away, her chin resting on her hands, watching with fascination. Maria leaned against a pickup truck, her eyes showing both relief and a hint of barely concealed worry.

Carol slowly separated her hands, and the energy planet began to orbit her body in a stable elliptical orbit. One orbit, two orbits…

On the third lap, her brow furrowed slightly. A fragment of her past flying experience at the Air Force Academy flashed through her mind, causing a slight fluctuation in her emotions.

That slight fluctuation instantly shattered the perfect balance.

The orbit of that energy planet began to become unstable; it shook violently, and the golden patterns on its surface became chaotic. The next second, like a comet that had gone off track, it streaked towards a distant hilltop, leaving a long, fiery trail behind it.

"Damn it!" Carol cursed under her breath, opened her eyes, and wanted to chase after him.

But it's too late.

Just as the energy ball was about to crash into the mountain, triggering an explosion no less powerful than a heavy bomb, Chu Hang, who had been standing by as if nothing had happened, finally moved.

He didn't even look at the out-of-control energy ball; he simply lazily raised his right hand, and with his index and middle fingers together, he made a light sweeping motion in the direction the energy ball was flying.

It was as if an eraser had been used to wipe away a pencil mark on the paper.

The space in front of him appeared distorted, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, like the rising steam from a road on a summer afternoon. The distortion lasted only a moment, like an invisible mouth, opening and then closing.

That energy ball, powerful enough to level a mountain, simply vanished into thin air.

There was no explosion, no sound, no light.

It was "eaten".

A few seconds later, tens of thousands of meters above the atmosphere, a golden beam of light flashed by and shot into the vast depths of the universe without alerting anyone.

Carol stared in disbelief, speechless for a long time. She knew Chu Hang was strong, but his effortless and seemingly indifferent approach to the laws of energy was beyond her imagination.

“I’ve said it before, your problem isn’t the amount of power you have.” Chu Hang withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, and spoke in a calm tone, as if he were commenting on a dish. “The problem is that you don’t even understand what you’re using.”

He walked over to Carol, looked up at the sky, where the clouds still bore traces of energy penetration.

"You think you've obtained the energy of a light-speed engine?" Chu Hang asked.

"Isn't that right?" Carol asked uncertainly.

Seeing Carol's bewildered expression, he decided to give her a self-created lesson in cosmology.

"The core of that engine, you later learned it was called the Cosmic Cube, right? That thing, in essence, is not an energy source; it's a manifestation of a concept. It's the source code of the entire universe's 'space' dimension, compressed into a small cube. It itself is the embodiment of the laws of space."

Chu Hang paused, giving her some time to process it.

“My path is to understand and rewrite the rules. Just like now, instead of using stronger force to block your energy, I directly rewrote a small section of the spatial rules along its flight path, opening a back door to outer space and letting it fly out on its own.”

"And your path is to utilize the purest energy to its fullest potential. Your body is now a perfect energy converter, a walking star. You don't need to understand those complex rules; you just need to become power itself."

Carol nodded, seemingly understanding.

"Then what should I do?"

"Keep practicing." Chu Hang's answer was simple and direct. "Practice controlling your energy until it becomes as instinctive as breathing and blinking. When you can play cards with Monica while simultaneously having a hundred energy-consuming butterflies flying around you, and each butterfly flapping its wings at a different frequency, then you'll have barely scratched the surface."

Carol's lips twitched. This request was utterly outrageous.

"Don't even think about causing trouble for the Kree until you've completely integrated this power into your own body," Chu Hang warned finally. "Otherwise, you won't even know how you died."

After saying that, he ignored Carroll and turned to walk towards the pickup truck.

In the days that followed, Carol's training entered a completely new phase. She no longer pursued the intensity and scale of energy, but instead began to relentlessly pursue the kind of abnormally precise control that Chu Hang had proposed.

She began trying to maintain a stable ball of light on her fingertips while running, and trying to heat Monica's milk to a precise thirty-seven and a half degrees while chatting with Maria.

The process was full of failures and setbacks. She nearly set the house on fire several times, and once even melted down Maria's favorite coffee machine, earning her a whole day of eye-rolling from Maria.

Chu Hang, on the other hand, completely abandoned his responsibilities as a manager.

He spent most of his time locked in his room, staring at the buzzing computer, like a typical internet addict.

Only when Carol's training hits a bottleneck, or when her energy is about to spiral out of control, will he appear like a ghost, offering a few cold words of guidance, or effortlessly defusing a disaster, before disappearing again, leaving his achievements and fame hidden.

Busy laying the foundation for his future business empire.

Using his ability to "morphologically mimic," he created more than a dozen new identities for himself, spanning the globe, in just half a month.

In Frankfurt, he was a German investment advisor in his fifties named Hans Schmidt—meticulous, rigid, wearing wire-rimmed glasses, and always impeccably dressed in a suit. This role was responsible for opening offshore companies and bank accounts in Europe.

In Tokyo, he's a tech geek in his early twenties named Kenichi Takahashi, sporting messy hair, wearing T-shirts printed with anime characters, and obsessed with all sorts of emerging internet technologies. His role is to collect and analyze technological trends in the Asian market.

In London, he was a retired banker known as "Arthur Pendragon," elegant and gentlemanly, who enjoyed afternoon tea promptly at three o'clock every day. Using this identity and his long-standing "reputation" in the financial world, he was responsible for conducting large-scale capital operations requiring a high degree of trust and backing.

Like a master puppeteer, he sits in an unassuming house in Louisiana, manipulating these globally distributed "aliases" through a thin internet connection, beginning to weave a vast, invisible network of capital.

The tens of thousands of dollars "borrowed" from the Butcher Casino were repeatedly split, transferred, and exchanged through dozens of accounts, like a stream flowing into the sea, completely washed away. Then, these funds flowed out of accounts in various offshore tax havens and, under the guise of "angel investment," were precisely injected into companies he remembered as having the potential to soar to great heights.

Yahoo, Gouge... these small companies, which are still relatively unknown and even struggling to secure their next round of funding, have quietly welcomed their earliest and most mysterious shareholder.

Chu Hang wasn't greedy; he held only a small stake in each company, usually no more than one percent. What he wanted wasn't controlling interest, but a ticket to the game, a long-term meal ticket to share in the future technological dividends.

For him now, money is just a number, a tool.

His true purpose is to use these investments to plant his own seeds in the world's leading technological fields in advance. He needs a vast secular empire that can provide him with information, technology, resources, and cover. When future crises arrive, the Avengers will be responsible for fighting and killing in the spotlight, while he will ensure that the base in the rear is stable enough to ensure that the great ship of human civilization will not easily sink because of the superheroes' battles.

That afternoon, Chu Hang, using the identity of "Hans Schmidt," opened a new anonymous account at a Swiss bank, preparing to transfer funds for the next phase of his plans.

He stretched, stood up from his computer, and headed to the kitchen to get a drink.

In the living room, Carol sat cross-legged on the carpet, dozens of golden energy butterflies of varying sizes fluttering around her and Monica, while Maria watched their antics with a smile. Everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful.

A rare smile appeared on Chu Hang's lips.

However, at that moment, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

He turned his head sharply and looked out the window at the woods to the northwest.

He heard nothing and saw nothing. However, his perception, enhanced by the laws of space, clearly detected a faint fold that did not belong to this world.

The feeling was like a flat piece of white paper being suddenly poked on the back with a finger, creating a tiny bump.

Something is entering this space through unconventional means.

It's not teleportation, it's more like... some kind of optical and spatial disguise being removed.

"what happened?"

Carol noticed Chu Hang's unusual behavior immediately. She waved her hand, and all the energy butterflies instantly dissipated into the air.

Maria also stood up nervously.

"We have a guest." Chu Hang's voice was calm, but his eyes sharpened. "The kind who comes uninvited."

As soon as the words were spoken, the air rippled like water at the edge of the forest to the northwest. A strangely shaped, dark green spaceship, about ten meters long, silently emerged from its transparent state and hovered steadily a few meters above the ground.

The spaceship's hatch slid open, and a tall, thin man wearing an Earth-style jacket and jeans stepped out. He looked unremarkable, like an ordinary middle-aged American.

Because Chu Hang could "see" that beneath his human skin, there were completely different life signals surging.

The man showed no hostility; he simply stood beneath the spaceship, gazing at the house from afar with a complex expression.

The moment Carol saw the spaceship, her body tensed, and golden energy began to flicker uncontrollably across her skin. She recognized the ship; it was a Skrull spaceship.

"Don't be nervous." Chu Hang pressed down on her shoulder, a calming force passing through him instantly soothing her agitated energy. "He's not here to fight."

Chu Hang's gaze passed over the man and landed on the spaceship behind him. He could sense dozens more, weaker but equally Skrull-like, life signals inside. There were men, women, and even children.

This is not an army.

This is a group of refugees.

Just as they were confronting each other, an unexpected voice broke the tense silence.

Maria and Carol were both stunned.

Chu Hang raised an eyebrow, a playful expression on his face. He turned his head to look at the front door of the house.

Outside the door stood a man dressed in ordinary clothes.

It's Nick Fury.