Using his powerful control over atoms, Zod Heath created a kind of super metal. This super metal was even stronger than the sound-absorbing steel he had made by combining raw Kryptonian metal and vibranium, because it was assembled starting from the atomic structure. Zod Heath could freely grant it properties and characteristics that surpassed any other metal or alloy.
Even at a thickness of only 11 millimeter, it was enough to trap the Hulk, because Zod used Blonsky as a test subject.
Blonsky transformed into Super Abomination, and no matter how he attacked, he couldn't break through that thin 11 millimeter layer of super metal.
"It shouldn't get chopped up by Thanos's big blade, right?" Zod complained, but he was full of confidence. Unless Molecule Man Owen stepped in to accelerate molecular motion, there was basically no possibility that this super metal, whose atoms had been compressed to the limit by mutual electromagnetic forces, could be destroyed by physical force, energy, or spatial effects. Even if another electromagnetism master showed up, they still wouldn't be able to dismantle it that easily.
He also used electromagnetic force to achieve agelessness, deathlessness, and indestructibility, staying eternally young. As long as even one basic atom remained, he could resurrect directly. After going deeper into the atomic domain, controlling Earth's magnetic field became effortless, and he could even influence the Moon and pull off a moonfall attack!
In other words, he already had the ability to erase all surface humanity and species.
Blonsky felt like Zod Heath had changed completely, becoming… more dangerous.
"Zod, a big-shot from a consortium wants to see you," Uld said to Zod Heath, her expression not very pleasant.
The reason her expression looked bad was simple. Blade Tech Industries and the American consortia simply weren't comparable. Blade Tech Industries didn't operate purely through absolute capital. It stood on technology and patents, industrial techniques and productivity, so its scale was far smaller than financial groups.
If Zod Heath were persecuted, they could only abandon everything in America and leave for another country. As for imprisoning Zod Heath, that was completely impossible. Zod Heath had already achieved nanobot steel armor. Who knew if he would just put on his armor and blow everything apart?
The Dark Knight armor's evaluation reports were updated every day. Researchers couldn't even understand what kind of modifications Zod Heath had made to his own armor, but one thing was certain: the Dark Knight armor had at least the combat power of three armored divisions.
The one who wanted to meet Zod Heath was Stav, the controller of America's Stav Consortium. He was a typical upper-class middle-aged power-holder: old, white, bald, fat. He looked like he was in his fifties, but his social security records said he was already in his seventies. That was easy to understand. He stood at the top of the world. Of course he didn't need anyone lecturing him about "maintenance."
He was busy every day like a president, and in reality, he did possess presidential-level power.
That was the national reality of America. A mere president was nothing. Back then, when that ace president was still a real estate tycoon, Chairman Stav didn't give him even a shred of face. A new-money small capitalist dared compare himself to the Stav family's three hundred years of accumulation?
But now, he had to request a meeting with the genius Zod Heath, for a simple reason. In a routine physical exam report, he was diagnosed with cancer.
Fortunately, it was early-stage and highly curable. But to Stav, it was like a thunderbolt. He had done so many physical exams without any accidents. Why did it happen this time?
On one hand, he had someone pack up the private doctor responsible for his checkups and the doctor's entire family and send them all to "sink into the sea." After multiple rounds of testing, Stav had no choice but to accept the truth.
Many doctors claimed that early-stage cancer had a high chance of being cured, but in Stav's eyes, anything less than one hundred percent was nonsense!
And that was when Stav noticed Zod Heath, because Zod Heath had a brilliant track record.
He had defeated AIDS, something humanity had failed to defeat for so many years. At present, more than two million patients had been cured by the AIDS-specific medicine, with no failures or deaths so far. Even hereditary AIDS patients could be cured.
After that, though, nobody knew what Zod Heath was doing. He had no social life at all, unlike the long-missing playboy Tony Stark. Zod Heath stayed in Blade Tech Industries every day. The whole world was waiting to see what century-defying invention he would produce next. One man crushing all the world's researchers was exciting to watch, and people couldn't get enough.
Stav knew Zod Heath existed. He had even considered swallowing Zod Heath whole. But the benefits Zod Heath's secondary Kryptonian metal brought to the entire world were too great. Even America couldn't withstand threats from the whole world, so nobody dared move against Zod Heath. Plenty of those old immortals still hadn't lived enough, and they were counting on Zod Heath to research life-extension technology.
This time, when he requested a meeting with Zod Heath, several "old friends" called to ask what was going on. Stav sneered while handling them with practiced ease.
Zod, of course, had no intention of going out of his way to meet a capitalist. He wasn't some amazing researcher. He wasn't some powerhouse either. A guy who was merely a big boss in a currency system controlling billions of carbon-based lifeforms wanted Zod to personally show up for an appointment?
Back in the day, Zod had multiple planets as research bases and two planets as private gardens. In terms of resources, Zod was far richer than Stav.
Stav's request for a meeting was rejected. Zod Heath said that if Stav wanted to talk, a video call was fine, or Stav could come in person.
Naturally, Stav flew into a rage. In his entire life, even the President of the United States had to watch Stav's face. When had anyone ever treated him this rudely?
But the times were different now. The one who needed something was him, not Zod Heath. And there was no way to do anything dirty to Zod Heath either.
In the end, Stav sent people over to negotiate terms.
He offered a price equivalent to twenty times Blade Tech Industries' capital, demanding that Zod Heath conduct research into a cancer-specific medicine.
"These financial groups and consortia really do spend big. A full twenty times the capital," Zod Heath said after hearing the terms. "So how did Killian and his people end up guarding a mountain of treasure and still go play terrorist?"
Although Zod Heath could now develop a cancer cure without relying on the Extremis Virus, having Extremis still made things easier.
Stav also wanted shares in Blade Tech Industries, and he claimed he could invest massive amounts of money for it.
But Zod Heath rejected that outright. At the same time, he demanded one hundred times the capital.
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