Just from this one video, everyone realized fully how dangerous this family really was—and how dangerous the Pym Particles were.
It successfully worsened the paranoia of two patients with severe persecutory delusions.
For Lin Feng, although he worried that this could somehow turn into a zombie apocalypse timeline, it was ultimately just a low-probability scenario. After all, no matter how ridiculous, this was just a movie-universe-derived timeline, not one from the comic universe.
If it were from a comic-universe timeline, Lin Feng would already be considering which corner of which universe to hide in.
At present, his strength had increased significantly, but only within the movie-universe logic. In a comic-universe context, he wouldn't stand a chance. Even ordinary-seeming superheroes could become terrifying monsters under the comic-universe rules.
For example, Captain America using the Infinity Gauntlet to push away another Earth—that would be absolutely impossible in the movie universe. Too far-fetched.
The real trouble would be cosmic overlords like Thanos, who inexplicably take an interest in Earth.
A mere quantum virus, as long as it isn't airborne, is manageable.
Soon enough, Darren Klaus decided to resign from Pym Technologies.
He was a decisive person. He didn't know he was only a short step away from creating the Wasp suit, but within Pym Technologies, he felt constantly restricted—so he chose to break free.
Lin Feng kept his promise. Under the Lin Corporation umbrella, he registered a subsidiary, appointing Darren Klaus as CEO, while remaining in the background.
At the same time, Lin Feng deeply felt the truth of the saying: with enough money, you can do anything. Talented people, villainous big bosses—all would submit to the power of wealth.
During Darren Klaus's replication of the Pym Particle, Lin Feng ensured monitoring every step to prevent mistakes.
Unlike Dr. Curt Connors, who went insane after becoming the Lizard, but was still normal beforehand, people like Ivan Vanko or Darren Klaus were born villains with ambition—hard to control. So Lin Feng had to plan ahead.
Now, Lin Feng really wanted to try a famous meme:
"Sorry, having money really lets you do whatever you want."
The more he thought about it, the happier he got. He took out his diary to record his good mood.
[Throwing money at people feels amazing. Even big villains can't resist the power of money. No wonder Tony Stark is so brazen, truly worthy of competing with Batman in the Marvel universe.
Everyone knows Batman's legendary wealth, famous worldwide, but seeing Iron Man's lavish feats, it's just as impressive. Although the wealthiest superhero might be Black Panther, T'Challa, thanks to Vibranium—that's national-level riches.
Also, if one could inherit Asgard completely, Thor would rank high on the wealthy list. But across the universe, it's impossible to compare—money for many of the top-tier is meaningless.
For humanity, though, Batman and Iron Man are on equal footing—a true match.]
Inside Tony Stark's mansion, Pepper Potts was directing workers to completely renovate the estate.
Tony Stark stood by, overseeing everything while handling work on his tablet.
"Tony, I think…maybe this is a bit over the top," Pepper Potts said.
She knew Tony was insecure.
But this? Way overboard.
She had seen Stark's renovation plan—it was basically designed to survive a nuclear apocalypse. Even underground, they could survive a nuclear blast.
That was the scale of the renovation.
She knew America's security had always been unstable—but there should be limits.
For example, the mansion's scale was ridiculous. Even if the world actually had a nuclear war, the odds of a major power nuking Tony Stark personally were low.
She didn't understand his level of worry. Simple thieves? No need to go this far.
"It's not overboard, Pepper. You know, the world is unpredictable. And anyway, now that we have money, why worry?" Tony Stark said, unsure how else to explain.
He felt it was necessary.
If a quantum virus situation occurred again, this mansion's configuration could serve as a fortified underground bunker, sustaining them for a long time—even to live and die within.
"Alright…" Pepper Potts didn't know what to say.
After all, wealthy people building doomsday bunkers wasn't news in the West—most had grown up during the Cold War and had such awareness.
And as Stark said, he was so rich that even spending a billion on renovations was a trivial fraction of his wealth.
Just having fun—what else could it be?
"Pepper, keep an eye on things. I've got another idea," Tony Stark said, noticing his diary update notification, and excused himself to the underground lab.
He started a virtual meeting. Soon, everyone logged in—looking tired from lack of sleep. Facing such a crisis, no one slept well.
No one joked about it.
Seeing the contents, everyone was stunned: Batman?
Who's that?
They knew Iron Man—a top-tier billionaire capable of rivaling nations. His wealth alone exceeded the combined GDP of most countries.
Batman's wealth could really match Tony Stark's? And be comparable?
Tony frowned. Lin Feng seemed to be joking.
But this Batman came from a neighboring universe—not even the same multiverse.
So no real comparison.
Thor, as a god, didn't care about wealth either.
The only surprise: Black Panther T'Challa was even richer than him?
Tony knew the value of Vibranium. A quick calculation suggested Wakanda held a huge reserve.
If this leaked, countless people would covet it.
Having a diamond? Maybe billionaires wouldn't care. But a diamond mine? Few could resist temptation.
"Is T'Challa really that rich?" Nick Fury was shocked.
Most African nations were poor, but local rulers had wealth—though limited. Few compared to Middle Eastern monarchs.
Some were even struggling.
Agricultural nations couldn't match industrial ones in wealth.
But T'Challa did—impressive. Wakanda, indeed powerful.
In Asgard, Thor read the diary content and nodded in satisfaction.
He was a god—mortal wealth meant nothing.
To him, earning money was easy—just launch projects extending human lifespan, and profits would roll in.
Even one Asgardian relic could sell for a fortune.
If Tony's understanding of money was numbers, Thor's understanding was: Money? What's that?
He needed nothing; everything came to him—food, armor, weapons, secrets. Asgard had no real succession disputes. He could honestly say: I've never touched money; I'm not interested.
Even Earth wealth? Irrelevant. It's like someone trying to obtain Zimbabwean dollars—numbers impressive, but value trivial.
Even glancing at it is a waste of time.
(End of Chapter)