From the prototype, immortal

When Tony Stark opened his eyes again, the surrounding environment was completely different.

He found himself in a spacious and futuristic space, with towering metal walls reflecting soft blue light and the air filled with the unique aroma of electronic components.

This is undoubtedly a place with a very high level of technology, far beyond any laboratory he is familiar with.

"Tony Stark, we have long heard of your name, and we admire your wisdom and creativity."

A low and magnetic voice broke the silence. Tony looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man wearing a black tight combat suit and a white skull mask standing not far away. Even after taking off the helmet, this man still wore a creepy white skull mask, as if he himself was a messenger from hell, announcing some ominous fate.

Tony felt mixed emotions. This was the second time he was kidnapped by an unknown force.

The first time, it was those terrorists who called themselves freedom fighters who forced him to make weapons by force; this time, it was this mysterious organization called White Skull, whose purpose was just as simple and crude - to make Jericho missiles.

A flash of surprise flashed in Tony's eyes, followed by incredible anger.

"Are you a little outrageous?"

He couldn't help but roar, "I could barely accept being kidnapped the first time, after all, those were freedom fighter terrorists, and their motives were clear. But now, you guys with unidentified identities are also here to join in the fun? When did I, Tony Stark, become so popular that I get kidnapped wherever I go?"

The leader of the White Skull didn't seem to care about Tony's protest, but just smiled lightly, and that smile looked particularly weird under the mask.

"Tony, times have changed, and you have no choice now. Moreover, we believe that with your ability, you can design the Jericho missile to be more advanced and more accurate, and reduce innocent casualties."

Hearing this, Tony couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Reduce innocent casualties?

Don't these people understand that the birth of any weapon means the death of life?

But on second thought, he realized that he had to stay awake and look for a chance to escape.

After the last kidnapping, Tony had learned to restrain his edge and knew how to find life in such a desperate situation.

He took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and then slowly said: "No problem, but I need a lot of materials."

The White Skull didn't seem surprised by his answer, just nodded slightly, with a hint of coldness in his voice: "Okay."

With the White Skull's promise, Tony began to prepare.

He used the advanced technological equipment and materials here to start designing a new Mark I.

This time, he abandoned the original design drawings and decided to start from scratch to create a more advanced and more powerful armor.

In this place full of unknowns and dangers, Tony's creativity was unprecedentedly stimulated. He worked day and night, as if to integrate all his anger and unwillingness into this new work.

The White Skull Organization provided him with sufficient support, both in terms of technology and resources, which made him feel unprecedented satisfaction.

However, as time went by, Tony gradually noticed something was wrong. He found that his mental state began to become unstable, often waking up in dreams, and felt that his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

The memories that he had forgotten in the freedom fighters came back to his mind like a tide, making him unable to sleep.

"They died because of you, Tony, because your advanced weapons made it impossible for the local government forces to defeat the armed forces of these terrorists, and they can do whatever they want here."

This sentence echoed in his mind like a spell. Tony knew that he thought he had been able to let go of those painful memories, but now it seemed that he couldn't do it.

He sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing his hair with both hands in pain, his eyes full of pain and self-blame.

He felt like he was trapped in an invisible torture chamber, surrounded by the wailing souls of innocent people who died because of him.

This feeling was not an illusion, because Chang Wei arranged his men to use their superhuman sensitivity to wail in Tony's ears after he fell asleep to torture him.

Tony's pain was not only physical, but also spiritual.

He felt as if he had been abandoned by the whole world, and the feeling of loneliness and helplessness almost suffocated him. He began to doubt his own value and whether everything he did was really meaningful.

However, in such pain and torture, Tony did not give up. He began to radiate a heroic spirit and will, which made him more tenacious in the face of difficulties.

He began to reflect on his past and think about how to use his wisdom and strength to change the world and reduce the pain and disaster caused by his invention.

Then, Tony Stark's first step was to build a miniature version of the Ark Reactor to replace the bulky car battery in his chest.

In the laboratory, Tony wore goggles and his hands deftly shuttled between the precision instruments.

He had already known the design of the miniature Ark Reactor in front of him, but compared with the first generation of Ark Reactors in the original plot, this time he had more palladium.

The original micro-Ark reactor used only 1.5 grams of palladium element rings, which was enough to support the operation, but it was far from enough for the Mark I armor to be built.

The choice of metal palladium was not accidental, and Tony was naturally aware of its unique properties.

Palladium is a precious metal with excellent catalytic properties and is often used as a catalyst in hydrogen fuel cells.

What's more amazing is that palladium can absorb a large amount of hydrogen, which can be up to thousands of times its own volume, and can release hydrogen after heating, making palladium a potential hydrogen storage material.

Tony was attracted by these characteristics of palladium and decided to use it to build the core of the new generation of Ark reactor.

As the welding gun in his hand gently touched the shell of the reactor, strands of blue arcs jumped out, welding the precision parts one by one.

Tony's eyes flashed with excitement and expectation, as if he was witnessing the birth of a miracle. Finally, after countless debugging and improvements, a brand new, high-power micro-Ark reactor took shape in his hands.

This reactor is not only compact in size, but also incredibly powerful, enough to meet all the needs of the Mark I armor.