Solomon in Marvel

This was a true magical suit of armor, designed to adapt to its wearer's physique.

But that wasn't enough for Solomon.

The dwarven craftsmen had intentionally left parts of the armor open for future modifications. Without compromising its magical properties, Solomon planned to integrate electronic muscle bundles, vibranium skeletal reinforcements, and a servo system—transforming it into a high-tech power suit.

His design philosophy, however, clashed heavily with Shuri's.

Shuri valued efficiency, simplicity, and portability—aesthetic principles deeply ingrained in Wakandan culture.

The Wakandan palace itself reflected this ideology—pristine white floors, smooth minimalist walls, a preference for function over ornamentation. Their high-tech aesthetic stripped away all unnecessary decoration, favoring sleek and streamlined designs.

So, she simply could not understand the intricate engravings on Solomon's armor.

Why was it so ornate?

Why embed fragile gemstones into a suit of war?

It was as baffling to her as Solomon's insistence on modernizing Soviet-era super cannons—an ancient, brute-force approach to warfare that made little sense to a Wakandan scientist.

In her eyes, this antiquated, excessively decorated plate armor belonged in a museum.

Plate armor was obsolete.

High-tech woven armor was the true future.

The more advanced the technology, the simpler the design.

That was Shuri's belief.

But Solomon?

He didn't care whether a piece of technology looked simple or not.

If it worked, that was all that mattered.

It was the same with his Soviet cannons—if they could dominate the battlefield, then who cared how they looked?

Sure, Wakanda's high-tech cloaks could project energy shields.

But at the end of the day, a hundred super cannons still had the final say on the battlefield.

"If you're all about efficiency, then why the hell is there a giant eagle on your shoulder plates?! And on both sides?! And gemstones?! And those sculpted faces—what the hell are they for?! Are they just for decoration?!"

Shuri was losing her mind.

"Do you think this is the Middle Ages?!"

"Do you realize how impractical this armor is?! I bet you even need robotic arms just to put it on! Look at Tony Stark's integrated armor, and then look at yours! That's high-tech!"

"This is a Sacred Shield Brotherhood design," Solomon replied calmly.

"I merely extracted elements from it and refined them."

"The eagle is their symbol."

"And the original designer of this armor was one of the greatest artists in human history. In a way, this armor embodies the wisdom of humanity's greatest minds."

"Its value far exceeds that pile of scrap metal Stark wears."

"Its worth lies in its materials, its magic, its symbolism, and its functionality."

"Wisdom should be celebrated with art. I refuse to bury the achievements of past geniuses."

"I don't care about how easy it is to put on, because I won't be alone."

"No one will have the chance to ambush me before I've donned my armor."

"Not to mention, I've already permanently cast Avoid Disaster on myself."

"Now install the latest technological upgrades. The other hundred suits will be getting the same treatment."

"And who exactly is going to wear those suits?"

Shuri narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

"You do realize no human is tall enough to fit in them, right?"

"I know," Solomon said simply.

"Just do as I say."

"There will be someone to wear them."

"And remember—install Wakanda's shield technology as well. Every suit must have an electromagnetic barrier."

"I know Wakanda's integration systems are exceptionally compact, but for these suits, portability isn't an issue. Maximize their power output."

"Also, expedite Stark's research on miniaturizing Asgard's decomposition field."

"You do realize we don't have enough researchers, right?"

Shuri cut him off.

"Wakanda's population is limited. Even if every single citizen were a researcher, we still couldn't keep up with all the projects you're demanding."

"People in Wakanda have normal working hours. Wakanda doesn't believe in overtime."

"You're the smartest person in this facility, Shuri," Solomon said, shifting his tone.

Shuri lifted her chin proudly, basking in the praise.

"I know this entire base depends on you."

"But the thing we're running out of is time—because our enemies won't wait for us."

"We need vehicles. We need powered armor. We need cannons. We need soldiers."

"On the other side of this city, there are researchers risking their sanity to push past the limits of international ethics—merging magic with Eternal City technology to conduct biological experiments."

"Their goal is to create the strongest soldiers—warriors who will fight alongside me."

"They know what they're up against, Shuri."

"Wakanda has sheltered you well, but you can't afford to be naive anymore."

"You need to understand why your father chose to work with me."

"This isn't just about Bast's will."

"This is about us carrying the burden of humanity's survival."

"When the great enemy descends, we will stand up—to face the foes that ordinary humans cannot."

"Our enemies aren't just aliens from the stars."

"We fight eldritch gods and monstrosities that drive men to madness."

"Humanity was born into conflict with both Heaven and Hell."

Solomon met her gaze.

"My teacher helped humanity break free from both."

"But that peace won't last forever."

"The darkness is rising—and we must be ready."

"I…"

Shuri hesitated.

"Fine. I'll work overtime."

"But you have to share more knowledge with me."

"I know there's knowledge in the Eternal City you haven't shown me yet."

"That controlled fusion reactor of yours—it's completely different from Wakandan technology."

"You need to share that with me."

"Deal."

Solomon patted her hand.

"Let's work for the future of humanity."

Meanwhile, in the shadows, Stephanie had been listening the entire time.

"My Lord, do you really think it's moral to trick a little girl into working overtime?"

She smirked.

"I distinctly recall you promising to take me to dinner tonight."

"I even booked the restaurant—just the two of us. Because, of course, I reserved the entire place."

"Oh, and by the way—those researchers? They're not volunteering to risk their lives."

"You never told them what they were really researching."

"You only gave them a goal—not the risks."

"And yet, they are risking their lives."

"That's what I respect most about them."

"You didn't exactly ask for their consent before executing them."

Stephanie smirked.

"And their death certificates have already been filed."

"Legally, they're already dead."

Stephanie didn't care about their lives.

As long as their deaths increased the Malick family's influence over Solomon, she considered them worthwhile sacrifices.

But Solomon?

He truly felt the weight of their sacrifices.

"I remember every name the Malick family provided."

"And I agreed to let them name their discoveries after themselves."

"Even if they had no choice—I will remember them."

"Their names will be sung by warriors until the end of time."

"That is the honor they deserve."

Stephanie found herself… jealous of those test subjects.

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