Black Panther’s Teacher

A very simple principle.

Kyle had not the slightest interest in whether Wakanda wanted to reveal its nation to the outside world.

What he wanted to discuss with the king was technological cooperation between the Karl family and Wakanda.

The old king was a clever man and quickly understood Kyle’s meaning. After a moment of silence, he said, "So this is technological cooperation conducted without exposing Wakanda’s existence to the outside world?"

"Exactly." Kyle nodded, while Howard looked at the king with great anticipation.

This was an opportunity to open the door to technology. With Wakanda’s advanced technology supporting them, Howard believed that many Black Technology products still in the theoretical stage could be brought into existence decades ahead of schedule.

"And what do you intend to use to cooperate with Wakanda?" The king’s expression turned solemn as he slowly said, "I do not mean to look down on you. The mobile phones and computers newly released by Stark Industries are all genius creations that transcend their era. Stark Industries may stand among the top technology companies in the outside world, but that alone is not enough to qualify you to cooperate with Wakanda’s Department of Technology."

Kyle and Howard exchanged a glance, and both could not help smiling.

"Your Majesty, Stark Industries may naturally be inferior to present-day Wakanda in the scientific field, but we possess technological treasures from the future new era. We simply do not yet have the capacity to develop and manufacture them." Howard answered confidently, his face full of smiles.

Even after witnessing Wakanda’s technological advancement, he remained confident in his own scientific accomplishments, as well as the cutting-edge Black Technology he had mastered with Kyle’s help.

"Can you reveal a little?" the king asked.

"This…" Howard hesitated, unsure how to explain it.

"Your Majesty, why not let Howard take you to see it for yourself?" Kyle said, resolving his awkwardness.

"See it for myself?"

Before the king could understand, he saw Kyle rise from his seat. Kyle put a Sling Ring on the fingers of his left hand, then spun a circle with his right. Bright sparks began whirling in front of him, forming a ring.

After around five seconds, a stable portal formed in the main hall of the royal palace. Through its brilliant circular opening, they could see the scene inside a scientific research laboratory on the other side.

Kyle smiled faintly. "This is a portal to New York, America. If Your Majesty trusts us, pass through this door with Howard and see the technology we possess."

"Incredible. Crossing space directly—is this one of the technologies you possess?!" The king rose from his throne in shock and approached the portal to inspect it from both sides.

"This isn’t science. It’s merely magic," Howard corrected him. He took the lead through the portal. "Your Majesty, we have scientific technology that Wakanda has yet to master. Enter this portal, and I’ll take you to Stark Industries’ research lab so you can learn about it."

The king agreed readily, without worrying that it was a trap or a lie. He followed Howard through the portal and left the royal palace’s main hall.

Kyle maintained the portal with magic, then returned to his seat in the hall, crossed his legs, and waited patiently.

Mutual understanding was an important prerequisite for whether long-term cooperation could be achieved.

Kyle believed that the new element capable of replacing Infinite Energy, along with semi-Artificial Intelligence that already possessed every foundation of intelligence—these two technological products, enough to change the world, could completely persuade the king of Wakanda.

Ten minutes later.

Before the king and Howard returned, the greeting of a female guard calling, "Your Highness," suddenly sounded outside the main hall. Then the tightly shut doors of the royal palace’s main hall opened, and Prince T’Chaka entered in formal black ceremonial attire.

Kyle raised his eyes from his seat. T’Chaka had merely changed clothes, yet his aura was deep and powerful, his gaze sharp and imposing. Every gesture carried the bearing of a king.

At that moment, he possessed the same dark blue card as the king.

Black Panther Heritage: An inherited legacy of power passed down through the Black Panther bloodline. Rare blue Ability Card.

After inheriting the throne, Wakanda's royal family gains the title of guardian, Black Panther. By consuming a Heart-shaped herb, Black Panther's senses and physical attributes are greatly enhanced, granting superhuman speed, acuity, strength, and endurance.

Another potion can remove the power of the Black Panther.

Current status: Cannot be extracted.

So this was the effect brought by the Heart-shaped herb.

Kyle clicked his tongue in amazement. The physique gained through the Black Panther Heritage was no weaker than that of a Super Soldier freshly injected with the serum.

Its only flaw was that it did not count as a complete mutation. It merely borrowed the inherited power of the Black Panther through the Heart-shaped herb. There was no way to break through further through later training, and natural aging and lifespan remained no different from those of ordinary people.

"Mr. Kyle. Why are you the only one here? Where are my father and your friend?" T’Chaka entered the hall and froze for more than a second when he saw Kyle alone.

"They’re in New York." Kyle pointed at the portal in the middle of the hall and briefly explained the situation.

"So that’s how it is." T’Chaka let out a breath of relief, approached Kyle, and sat in the seat beside him.

Kyle looked at him in surprise. "You’re not afraid of me? And you believe my words so easily?"

"Of course. You’re the legendary hero known as the Symbol of Peace." T’Chaka nodded as if it were only natural, a smile appearing on his face. "Besides, even my father trusts you now. That proves my judgment was not wrong."

"Your father is a good king," Kyle said softly.

"Yes, of course he is a good king. He is also a good father."

At this point, T’Chaka gave a bitter smile. "I know. My father disregarded his aged body and proposed fighting you, using it to let the citizens witness your strength so they would no longer rigidly follow the laws and insist on being your enemy.

"He sacrificed his invincible glory today to lay the final step for me to inherit the throne. At the same time, he planted a seed in the hearts of Wakanda’s citizens—a seed that yearns for the outside world and no longer rejects outsiders."

"T’Chaka, you are wise and intelligent. Under your leadership, perhaps Wakanda truly will one day face the world and reveal everything about the nation." Kyle smiled.

"I hope that day comes soon." T’Chaka took a deep breath, filled with ambition.

Just then, Howard and the king returned to the main hall through the portal.

"Father." T’Chaka hurriedly rose and stepped forward. The king took his hand and faced Kyle. "Since T’Chaka is here, I will first represent Wakanda in agreeing to begin preliminary technological cooperation with Stark Industries. Once T’Chaka officially becomes king tomorrow, he will personally arrange our side of the cooperation."

"Very good." Kyle nodded. Though he had expected it, only upon hearing the king’s words did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"However, I have one condition. I hope you can agree to it," the king said solemnly.

"What condition? Tell me first." Kyle asked thoughtfully.

"I hope you can serve as a teacher and teach T’Chaka combat skills when appropriate!"

The old king spoke with a completely serious expression.