The Prime God and Premium Currency

Chapter 230: The Prime God and Premium Currency

"Because you’re my boss."

Her gem-amber eyes stared fixedly at Kyle, reflecting his image with a glistening clarity. Yutong smiled faintly, her tone tender and seductive. Her frosty, beautiful face seemed to thaw like ice, revealing a captivating charm.

The little girl from back then had not only grown into a stunning queen—she had even learned how to tease people.

A strange heat rose in Kyle’s body. He discreetly shifted his gaze away, not daring to look too much. The Fire God’s flames had always burned fiercely, rooted in the genetic level of his physique and manifesting in every aspect of his body, divine power, and soul.

"By the way, Boss. I want to show you something." Yutong gave a seductive smile and actually stepped forward. Her fair, delicate hands wrapped around Kyle’s left arm as she pulled him downstairs toward the base fortress.

"Well… Yutong, you’ve really grown up a lot."

Keenly sensing his elbow sinking into a subtly warm softness, even Kyle, with his detached and indifferent nature, felt somewhat awkward as she passively led him downstairs.

"Is growing up a bad thing? It just means I can’t sit on your shoulders anymore, Boss." Yutong stuck out her pink tongue, her eyes, capable of seeing through people’s hearts, clear and pure.

Although she had become the powerful and mature Black Queen, before Kyle, she seemed no different from before—the little girl whose thoughts had been simple and direct.

Kyle smiled helplessly. The faintly suggestive ripples in his heart quickly settled, and he let Yutong hold his arm as they headed together toward the base fortress elevator.

"Prime God, take us to the third underground level, the technology manufacturing plant."

The two entered the elevator, and Yutong gave the command to the round camera in the corner of the wall.

The elevator speaker immediately responded in a gentle voice similar to Jarvis’s. "Understood, Overseer."

With that, the elevator started and descended steadily toward the lower floors.

Watching from the side, Kyle could only smile bitterly. The title "Prime God" had shocked him once again.

More than twenty years ago, when Howard and the other two left, Jarvis became Earth’s one and only Artificial Intelligence.

Before departing, Howard split the original system program in two. The half without the family records retained the name Jarvis and became his son Tony’s personal butler. The half that retained the Karl family archives was responsible for handling all family affairs and was given the new name Prime God.

Having the Prime God serve as the family butler was really…

Kyle no longer knew where to begin mocking it.

The elevator continued downward, passing the Gravity Room and high-tech research laboratories before reaching the third underground level, which had only been built in recent decades.

‘Click, click!’

A dense series of scattered sounds reached their ears.

Kyle and Yutong stepped out of the elevator and entered the third underground level. The lights inside automatically came on, revealing all sorts of technologically advanced equipment with complex structures. Tiny circuit pipes crisscrossed like an anthill.

It was like an underground secret factory. Various machines followed system programming to automatically manufacture something in coordination, running day and night without interruption.

"What is this making?" Kyle’s pupils contracted as he asked instinctively.

"Just follow me." Yutong chuckled, holding tightly to his arm as she led Kyle to the deepest part of the third-level factory. They stopped before a steel wall.

"Prime God, open the factory vault."

At Yutong’s command, the steel wall immediately began vibrating violently. Then it rose automatically like a rolling shutter, revealing a dark room behind it.

"This is…" Kyle widened his eyes. Dazzling white-blue beams of light shot out from the vault, flooding his entire field of vision.

They were round, core-shaped objects that gave off their own light. Each one was sealed in a square glass case, neatly arranged in rows and columns, filling the entire enormous dark room.

It was premium currency!

The shock in Kyle’s heart could not be described in words. With premium currency piled up like a small mountain, even in the entire universe, this was a nearly priceless fortune.

After all, on Sakaar, a single unit of premium currency was enough to buy several small Interstellar Ships.

Yutong said slowly, "After you left Earth, Howard spent fifteen years building this underground manufacturing plant, mainly using raw vibranium ore. Half a century has passed, and as of yesterday, the completed premium currency products had accumulated to around ten thousand units."

Ten thousand units of premium currency…

Kyle’s mouth twitched. Premium currency could not be produced merely by having manufacturing equipment; it also required vast amounts of energy.

Converted into card draws, that was enough for a thousand blue-tier draws alone!

But using premium currency for card draws was far too extravagant. As the ultimate power source for Iron Armor, premium currency was also the most indispensable core component of the entire Iron Man Armor!

If they obtained a perfected remote-control system in the future, along with Mark-model Iron Man Armor that could assemble automatically, these ten thousand units of premium currency could build an invincible mechanical army!

Ruling Earth… no, rather, dealing with the foot soldiers of a future Alien Invasion would be no problem at all!

"You’ve helped me immensely, Yutong. It seems the family’s foundation has accumulated quite deeply over the years." Kyle sighed emotionally. Instinctively, he raised his hand and placed it on Yutong’s glossy black hair, gently patting it in encouragement.

Yutong did not resist. Her eyes curved into crescents, and a breathtaking smile appeared at the corners of her delicate lips.

"Seeing this premium currency reminds me of something." Kyle withdrew his hand, thought for a moment, then smiled calmly. "Yutong, come with me somewhere."

"Of course. No matter where you go, please let Yutong accompany you." Yutong’s eyes flashed with brilliant silver light as she answered without hesitation.

America, New York, Stark Industries office building.

The eventful day had finally turned to night, but the office skyscraper remained brightly lit.

In the acting chairman’s office, Stanny sat in his office chair with a deeply furrowed brow. The desk was covered with all kinds of newspapers, while the glowing computer screen displayed opposing news reports about Iron Man and the Iron Machine.

"That bastard really couldn’t hold himself back and made his move." Stanny snorted coldly, irritably staring at the report on the computer screen about Iron Man wiping out all the terrorists in the Middle East.

In the slightly blurry accompanying photo, Iron Man was climbing out of a shell crater. The gold-and-red Iron Armor was covered in scars, and the empty eyes of his iron mask stared straight into the camera.

The reporters’ comments were naturally full of praise, calling Iron Man another rising light of the century after Kyle, the Symbol of Peace.

Meanwhile, the reports about the Iron Machine were filled with curses and condemnation, along with the highest-level wanted orders from various agencies and the military.

Stanny grew increasingly irritated and simply shut off the computer screen. At that moment, the office door suddenly opened, and the seductive blonde secretary rushed in with a panicked expression.

"What are you doing? Why are you so flustered? Don’t you know how to knock?!" Stanny roared, slamming his huge palms onto the desk and sending several newspapers flying.

"Chairman, visitors have arrived!" The secretary steadied herself against the wall and answered fearfully.

"Who? I don’t have any appointments tonight!" Stanny frowned. He had just risen from his seat when he saw two people walk in through the door, one after the other.

The first was a silver-haired young man in a black trench coat, while the second was a seductive black-haired beauty. Both wore calm, composed expressions, as though they were completely at home in the building.

"You… you are?!"

It was as if Stanny had seen the most terrifying thing imaginable. His face instantly turned deathly pale, and he was ten times more terrified than the secretary. His legs gave out, and he collapsed back into his chair.