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Wakanda – Royal Palace, Birnin Zana
The golden throne room was tense. Vibranium pillars stood tall as King T'Challa addressed his council. His expression was calm, but his voice carried thunder.
"I will not kneel to a foreign power. Not even if that power walks like a god."
Shuri frowned, arms folded. "Ron isn't asking for worship. He's asking for cooperation—and Wakanda thrives on cooperation."
M'Baku slammed his spear on the floor. "He summoned an army overnight! Who does that and calls it peace?"
The Dora Milaje stood silently, disciplined as ever, but even Okoye's sharp eyes flickered with concern.
"He dismantled Hydra, AIM, and six black-market empires in a week," Shuri said. "His summons healed three million children in Ethiopia. No Wakandan tech can do that."
T'Challa looked toward the vibranium mountain. "Wakanda survived for centuries without outsiders. We will not bend now."
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New Eden – Ron's Throne Room
Natasha sat beside Ron, reviewing new data.
"Wakanda is fortifying," she said. "T'Challa's calling in every tribal chief and council."
Ron didn't respond immediately. Instead, he stared at the map projection. A glowing red outline pulsed over Wakanda.
"Expected," he said softly.
"You could wipe them out in ten seconds," Aria said, standing behind him.
"I could," Ron agreed. "But that's not what I want."
"Then what do you want?" Natasha asked gently.
Ron closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them, they glowed with a golden flame.
"Respect. Unity. Peace."
He stood, and the floor beneath him pulsed with power.
"Summon the Second Legion. No weapons. Only medics, engineers, and diplomats."
Natasha blinked. "You're sending aid... to the kingdom preparing to fight you?"
"I don't need to destroy Wakanda," Ron said. "I need to show them that I'm not the villain they fear. If that fails… they'll force my hand."
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Wakandan Border – 12 Hours Later
A strange sight greeted the Wakandan defense lines.
Hundreds of human summons marched forward—not with guns, but carrying crates of medicine, food, and clean water systems.
Behind them floated massive medical drones, bearing Ron's sigil: ∞
T'Challa arrived in full panther armor. Okoye beside him. His eyes narrowed at the peaceful procession.
"What is this… trickery?"
Then the air shimmered.
Ron stepped forward, alone.
No army.
No weapons.
Just power—calm, controlled, infinite.
"King T'Challa," Ron greeted with a nod. "I come not as conqueror… but as kin."
T'Challa raised a brow. "You believe you are my equal?"
"No," Ron replied. "I believe we are both kings. And kings must choose—division or evolution."
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Private Tent – Hours Later
They sat across a vibranium table, no guards, no advisors.
Ron poured tea himself. "I used to be nothing. An orphan. Betrayed. Forgotten. Then I died and woke up with power that makes no sense."
"And you decided to change the world?" T'Challa asked, skeptical.
"I decided to make sure no one else feels what I felt."
T'Challa looked at him for a long moment.
"You may have the power of gods, Ron. But Wakanda bows to no man. Only to truth."
Ron smiled faintly.
"Then let me show you my truth."
He raised his hand—and T'Challa's senses exploded. For one instant, he saw the Infinite System, felt the stat multipliers, heard the heartbeat of every child Ron had saved, and touched the pain of a man who once had nothing.
When it ended, T'Challa gasped.
"You carry everything," he whispered.
"I do," Ron said quietly. "So others won't have to."
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