526 Chapter 523 | Panther God: I'm Just a Cute Kitten, And I Don't Know Anything.
The origins of Wakanda's vibranium vein were from meteorites millions of years ago.
It came crashing down from the sky on the African continent, exterminating the indigenous people around it.
This was a great disaster and a gift from heaven.
The scattered vibranium mixed with the soil and greatly transformed the surrounding vegetation.
Later on, one by one, five migrating tribes re-entered this rich, untouched land.
They named it 'Wakanda' and worked hard to unearth the strange and precious vibranium source.
However, there was no harmony between the five tribes.
In order to compete for more land and more mines, there were always conflicts and struggles among the indigenous people.
At this point, Bast appeared.
He guided a powerful warrior of a certain tribe to the Heart-Shaped Herb.
That strange plant could give human beings unimaginable strength, speed and reflexes.
Thus, the mighty warrior who was chosen by the Panther God, Bast ...
United the five tribes with absolute force and became the first King.
And as the ancestor of the Black Panthers, he established Wakanda's capital.
It had been handed down from generation to generation until today.
The vibranium meteorite was buried deep underground, creating a rich vein that even the Wakandans themselves hadn't fully explored.
For generations, the Kings had simply mined the inexhaustible supply of vibranium.
It was easy for them to seize wealth, profit, and live a life of peace and contentment.
In that respect, Wakanda was no different from resource-rich countries like the United Arab Emirates, and its capital was like Dubai.
Therefore, compared with the concept of a country, it was more like a huge mine.
Just like Dubai, that was seen as a gas station masquerading as a country.
Because of that, Wakanda kept a close eye on the export and production of vibranium and considered smuggling a heavy offence.
Once found, even if the culprit was a member of the royal family...
They would all be severely punished, placed in jail and imprisoned for life.
"That's a complete vein ..."
T'Chaka's voice trembled.
He appeared to be in disbelief and had raised his hand to rub his eyes.
However, that huge shadow slowly moved.
It was getting closer and clearer.
"How can it be?... How can it be?!!"
The young King's expression changed, and his chest rose and fell like drawn bellows.
If he hadn't taken the Heart-Shaped Herb...
He might have lost his breath and passed out.
T'Chaka's heart ached to the point of suffocating as he gazed at the huge vein of ore rising up in the sky and levitating.
"Go and call the rest of the tribe leaders! And! Have the general gather the army ... Forget it... He's a man that can carry mountains ..."
Halfway through his sentence, the young king abandoned his previous idea.
In his heart, there was a vague guess.
On this planet, there was once the most powerful human being known to man...
The other party led the Allies, defeated the Axis, and was a war hero.
The Aryan Super Soldiers, the King of Atlantis, the Mutant Conspirator, were all defeated by that man.
It was said that even werewolves and blood clans in the underworld bow to him.
The Temple of the Three hidden in the mist, and the legendary Master, were closely related to him.
Although a long time ago, that Director of S.H.I.E.L.D no longer appeared in the public eye and gradually disappeared.
However, the legendary stories about him had never stopped.
From movies to novels, even documentaries.
As long as it was related to Superman, it would become the hottest key to wealth in Hollywood.
"Damn it... if it's really that man, Wakanda will lose more than a vibranium vein."
T'Chaka muttered with some sorrow.
Once, the underwater world of Atlantis raised its army to march onto land and raid New York.
However, under Superman's iron fist, in the end, they waved the white flag and declared their surrender.
From beginning to end, that clash of civilisations between sea and land...
Ended even faster than the Blitz, breaking France's record.
The lesson from the past was there, and T'Chaka wasn't confident enough to think that Wakanda could do better than the Atlanteans.
Much less confident enough to think that Black Panther was stronger than the Sea King and could keep his dignity in front of Superman.
20 minutes later, Luke, who had moved a vibranium vein, returned to the royal palace in Wakanda with a bemused face.
The little 'gift' was placed in his underworld.
Bast, the rounded Panther God, had a more welcoming attitude than before.
If anything, when he first fell into Luke's clutches, he could barely maintain the reserve and aloofness of a god.
Now, he had completely changed into Superman's pet.
Now and then, he would even rub his head against Luke and look at him with big eyes full of worship.
A proper cute act!
He didn't care about anything else, let alone the surprised look on the King's face.
He was just a poor, weak and helpless kitten who knew nothing.
Not to mention stopping Luke from moving the vibranium ...
Even if the other party wanted to destroy Wakanda, Bast wouldn't consider it a problem.
He just had to move on to the next tribe and restart it.
"Your Majesty, are you ill? You don't look good."
Seeing T'Chaka leaning on the throne, covering his chest, and looking like he was struggling to breathe, Luke asked with a look of concern.
"I'm all right, just ... a little heartburn, an old problem."
The young King took a deep breath and answered.
"That's good that you're okay. Take care of yourself."
Luke rubbed the head of Panther God and whispered, "Thanks to His Majesty's generosity, I got so much vibranium for nothing. To be honest, I was a little embarrassed at first, but Elder Azuda told me to help myself."
"Because of his enthusiasm, I took a bit more."
Standing aside with vacant eyes, Elder Azuda seemed like he hadn't regained his senses.
Hearing these words, he almost fainted.
He remembered that in the underground mines, Luke had only spread his arms.
Then the entire vein shook and slowly rose into the air.
The impact of that scene was beyond words.
"It's fine, a mere bit of vibranium. You need not take it to heart, honoured guest."
T'Chaka glared at Elder Azuda, who was still in a daze and then said word for word.
"There will be a dinner party later. I hope you will be kind enough to attend."
Luke raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised to see the King of Wakanda make such a humble gesture.
Although he showed mercy, he didn't empty all the vibranium veins all at once and only carried away an extended branch of one of the veins...
Other people, however, would have long regretted it and flown into a rage.
After all, estimates were based on the price of vibranium on the international market...
Wakanda had suffered a heavy loss this time, amounting to emptying half of the country's reserves.
'Holding back so much? .... Looks like he knows who I am. '
Luke pondered for a moment and concluded.
Wakanda was at least an independent country, and T'Chaka had eyes and undercover agents all over the world.
He didn't recognise him before, but it could be because Superman had disappeared for too long and forgotten.
But with careful investigation, he was sure that Wakanda would soon find the clues.
"Thank you for Your Majesty's kindness. A dinner party isn't necessary. I have things to deal with, so I won't bother anymore."
Luke waved his hand and refused the invitation.
"There will naturally be a chance to meet again in the future. Wakanda is a strong and promising country. Sooner or later, it will enter the world stage."
T'Chaka's eyelids twitched, and the hand over his heart fell.
He understood Luke's meaning. He hesitated and didn't know how to answer.
Being conservative, closed and refraining from communication with the outside world was a strategy that Wakanda had always used.
But as times changed, T'Chaka, who had studied in Europe and seen and experienced the world, didn't want to stay a mere conformist.
He had ideas for change but lacked the courage.
Other tribe leaders, even within the royal family, had a large number of conservative forces.
They were only looking at a short-term gain, and unless the day came when the vibranium mine was exhausted, they would always be content with what they had now and choose to stop there.
Luke's appearance seemed to change all this.
"Well then, since our Honored Guest has something to do, I won't force you to stay."
T'Chaka thought of Superman's status and strength, and his heart slightly moved.
If Wakanda had S.H.I.E.L.D.'s support, it might be able to rapidly rise in the African continent and lead its compatriots to freedom.
As for what it would cost?
Luke could have clearly moved all the vibranium veins and decimated Wakanda's future.
But he didn't do that; he just took one of the veins.
Looking at the panther, it wasn't difficult to see what kind of character and methods Superman had.
"Let's call it a day."
Luke petted Bast, left the main hall of the palace, and went to look for Carol.
Half an hour later, it was confirmed that Superman and his companion had left. T'Chaka looked at the panther crouching in the hall.
Bast, who had previously acted like a kitten, had a golden glint in his eyes as if he was displeased.
The young King quickly gave up his seat and saw the chubby panther gracefully walk up the steps and jump onto the throne.
He comfortably coiled up into a ball and dozed off.
'Is this the Panther God of Wakanda ...?'
T'Chaka bitterly smiled.
