After putting on the exosuit, Atreus had Helen perform a Greek version of "Gundam." With the help of the exoskeleton, Helen, who normally couldn't even lift a chicken, actually managed to pull up a small tree the size of a bowl by its roots.
Helen and the Lance sisters, who were watching, were stunned.
"Is the technology in this world really that advanced?" Helen asked weakly in broken English.
The Lance sisters nodded in unison.
Suddenly, they began to wonder what their upgraded exosuits would be like in the future. If they could combine the power of Iron Man's suit with their own physical strength, just imagining it made them feel excited.
After the test, Atreus ran back to his study and pretended to check his financial statements. But, in reality, once you reach a certain financial "goal," there aren't many places to spend your money.
After buying a private jet, a mansion, and a yacht, there aren't many luxury items that can use up such a fortune.
So it made sense why Tony Stark, bored out of his mind, decided to build an Iron Man suit for fun.
Atreus was now on the path of mastering both magic and combat arts, but he didn't mind adding an exosuit on top. Even if he didn't need it, what about his girlfriend?
When he opened the system window, Atreus suddenly smiled bitterly.
After defeating "Whiplash," who excelled in strategy, the only attribute reward he received was a +15 Intelligence boost.
A foldable icon appeared next to the "Intelligence" option. When he expanded it, he saw that Intelligence was now divided into two branches: "Occult Knowledge" and "Modern and Future Technologies."
His 87 points of Intelligence were split: 75 in Occult and 23 in Technology.
Yes, the total didn't add up.
That was because the system determined that part of Atreus's Intelligence could apply to both occultism and science, creating some overlap. Overall, though, he was still more inclined towards magic and divine abilities.
However, Atreus was not a demigod with divine blood; he still used magic instead of higher-tier "divine power."
But even though his Intelligence for science was only 23 points, his mind now held the schematics for the "Vulture" aircraft, Whiplash's arc reactor, and three versions of Hammer Industries' drone suits.
If he could find a suitable, top-secret high-tech factory, he could mass-produce these things on his own.
Atreus hesitated about whether to use Wayne Enterprises' facilities. After all, it would be hard to hide it from his cheap old man.
Suddenly, Atreus frowned and patted under the desk.
Atreus was hunched over his desk, furiously typing away at his computer. The room was filled with the sound of his fingers tapping against the keyboard and the low hum of the air conditioning. Suddenly, Atreus frowned and patted under the desk.
"Helen?" He called out, looking around the room. "Helen, are you under there?"
A minute later, Helen crawled out from under the desk, looking slightly aggrieved, and ran off. Atreus shook his head and went back to work, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
He glanced at the clock and saw that it was already past midnight. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. He was exhausted, but he knew that he still had a lot of work to do.
As he was about to get back to work, he heard a soft knock at the door. He looked up and saw Helen standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a silk robe.
"Can I come in?" She asked, biting her lower lip.
Atreus felt his heart race as he nodded, unable to speak. Helen walked over to the desk and sat down on the edge, letting her robe fall open to reveal her bare breasts.
Atreus couldn't take his eyes off of her. He had always found Helen attractive, but he had never acted on it before. Now, as she sat there, looking at him with those piercing green eyes, he knew that he couldn't resist.
He stood up and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. Helen let out a soft moan as he kissed her neck, his hands exploring her body.
"I've wanted this for so long," He murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.
Helen smiled and reached down, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. Atreus kicked them off and stepped closer to her, his hard cock pressing against her thigh.
Helen reached down and wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking it gently. Atreus closed his eyes and let out a low groan as she began to move her hand up and down, her fingers tracing the length of his cock.
"Fuck, Helen," He whispered, his hips thrusting forward as she increased her pace.
Helen leaned forward and took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around his cock as she began to suck him off. Atreus let out a loud moan as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer as she continued to blow him. Helen moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.
Atreus knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. He grabbed Helen's head and began to fuck her mouth, his hips thrusting forward as he pumped his cock in and out of her wet, warm mouth.
Helen took it all, her eyes watering as he face-fucked her. Atreus could feel his balls tightening as he approached his climax, and he let out a loud moan as he came, his hot load filling Helen's mouth.
A minute later, Helen crawled out from under the desk, looking slightly aggrieved, and ran off.
Of course, to help Helen adapt to modern society, Atreus made many efforts, like having her watch the classic film Titanic.
Naturally, this led to him imitating Jack and drawing Helen like one of his French girls.
As Atreus shouted mysterious phrases like "thicc crab" now and then, Helen blushed in embarrassment.
Why not just take photos instead?
Nonsense. Photos couldn't make someone hold a pose for so long like this, could they?
Atreus wasn't the type of guy who would blackmail his girlfriend with photos for money—no, he would just enjoy his drawings slowly.
And at worst, he could claim it was art.
Or he could always say, "That's not her!"
Atreus had been acting carefree recently, but there was a reason for that: peaceful days were about to end.
As the current era's strongest teleportation master in Wonder Woman's eyes, Atreus had been burning through his mental energy daily, trying to sense Themyscira's location.
However, instead of finding Themyscira, he detected a growing interdimensional teleportation signal.
His senses locked onto a location marked on public maps as NASA's Space Radiation Center. But what most didn't know was that beneath that name lay facilities like the S.H.I.E.L.D. Accelerator Testing Center.
These names might fool the public, but not someone who had crossed dimensions.
Atreus knew that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s research on the Infinity Stones would eventually bring trouble.
The legendary, all-powerful, elegant Loki was about to arrive on Earth, loyal to his cause.
Well, Atreus couldn't keep up the pretense anymore.
In short, the Avengers were coming. Probably in a few days.
This made Atreus a bit conflicted.
Meanwhile, Penthesilea had been recovering quickly. As a demigod with divine blood, her resilience was astounding. Though she still couldn't engage in intense activity, she was fine with regular movement.
With her niece Diana's guidance, the Amazon Queen started learning the fashion styles of this world.
One day, Atreus saw her trying to hide her overly masculine abs under a low-cut, backless evening gown. Atreus found the whole situation strange.
It wasn't a friendship turning romantic, but more like love blossoming.
Atreus had a feeling that the day Penthesilea fully recovered would be the night she made her move on him.
After all the flirting in Troy, it was about time to get serious.
Atreus gulped at the thought of dealing with a fully powered Amazon warrior and decided to visit Catwoman and Spider-Woman a few more times to chat by candlelight while he still could.
And then, the fateful day arrived.
A portal could be opened from the inside, or from the outside.
The Space Stone radiated a dazzling blue light, ignoring the will of Nick Fury and his team of scientists, activating on its own.
At that moment, the wheels of destiny, once stalled, began turning again.
From afar, it looked like blue fire, but this intense spatial energy had never truly been mastered by mortals.
As the blue flame condensed into a human form, it became a handsome, yet sinister, robed figure. Nick and his team were shocked.
The guards, carrying M4 rifles, cautiously approached the mysterious visitor from beyond.
The sinister man gave them a cruel, arrogant smile.
"Sir! Drop your weapon!" Nick warned.
The man responded with absolute force and mystery!
Raising his staff, he fired a blue beam that exploded like a 105mm howitzer shell.
The explosion vaporized everything within an 8-meter radius, and the shockwave and shrapnel cleared out all personnel within 20 meters.
Nick, and even the stationed S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Hawkeye, could only rely on their tactical instincts to duck for cover.
After the violent explosion, most people's heads were ringing, and only a few guards were able to raise their rifles and shoot at the hostile intruder.
Ratatatat!
Useless!
The 5.56mm bullets sparked off his chest, bouncing off as if they were nothing.
After a whirlwind of slaughter, the sinister man mind-controlled a large group, including Hawkeye.
He then proudly took the Space Stone, and the portal collapsed, causing the research base to implode. A sinkhole over two kilometers in diameter appeared on the land.
Things had gone terribly wrong.
With no other choice, Director Nick Fury held a video conference with his superiors.
"I need to initiate the Avengers Initiative!"
In the footage Nick showed, two photos stood out: Kratos and Batman!