"The tenth measurement of the Hume Index…"
"The Hume Index is two hundred forty-four."
"The average of ten measurements is two hundred sixty-four."
Team Base, underground training ground.
Dante couldn't help but admit he had been too quick to complain about underground facilities.
He had subconsciously chosen an underground location for the training ground himself.
However, this training ground was different.
It was made of uru metal, combined with runic magic circles that covered the entire underground space.
Its sturdiness was comparable to Adamantium.
Dante's original intention in creating this place, besides using up leftover uru metal, was to prevent energy leakage from causing collateral damage.
Otherwise, if Hela and Thor decided to spar, they would summon a bunch of thunderclouds, complete with lightning and rain.
They'd be fine.
But ordinary citizens who checked the forecast, expecting a sunny day and ended up drenched, would not be so lucky.
Now, Dr. Jack Bright was in this training ground conducting a deep and detailed examination of 343.
Because of Jack's unique nature, he could roughly sense 343's Hume Index.
He found that 343's Hume Index differed significantly from when it existed in the Foundation Universe.
So he came here for a detailed check.
From the test results, 343's power degradation was quite severe.
The average of ten Hume Index measurements was only two hundred sixty-four.
In the Foundation Universe, that average was eight hundred sixty.
Only about one-third of its original value.
"From the Hume Index, 343 can be said to be in its weakest state ever."
"No, Dr. Jack…" Dante pointed at 343 not far away. "You call this weak?"
343, at whom he was pointing, was currently bombarding targets across the field.
Teleporting to create clones, releasing huge amounts of lightning and heat beams.
Projecting destructive energy similar to magic power.
It had already shattered three targets.
That was more powerful than Thor and Loki combined.
And yet, this was 343's weakened state.
Even its ability to stop time could now only be maintained for a few seconds.
The complete 343 should be similar to Ion Man.
Changing matter, manipulating time and space—weren't those Ion Man's abilities?
At least, they were on the same level.
However, its authority to manipulate the spacetime of this universe should not be as high as Ion Man's.
After all, it was an outsider. Even if its abilities had adapted to the new universal laws, it was difficult for it to surpass a native being in this regard.
"Phew! How was it?"
"Very weak. I suggest you don't get too high-profile for a while."
"Huh? You mean there are many High Divinity types who like hunting others in this universe too?"
"No. I'm saying there are a few battle maniacs in this Base. If they see your abilities, you'll be pulled in as a sparring partner."
Dante warned 343 like that.
…
"Yo, Fury, are you ready?"
"Ready for what?" Fury looked at the shaking Dante. "If you're talking about the 'Family' matter, I've already sent out the Coulson Team and the Star Team."
"Huh? Why so decisive this time?"
Dante was somewhat impressed with Fury.
After all, the 'Family' represented the wealthy and powerful ruling class of the West. Directly targeting these people meant facing considerable resistance.
But such an organization, secretly manipulating international affairs, had to be eliminated.
Dante had thought he'd have to persuade Fury more, but he didn't expect…
"Wow, Fury, you… you've really grown up!"
"Motherfucker… get lost!" Fury gave Dante an international-friendly gesture. "The reason I'm decisive this time… is Amanda Waller."
"Amanda Waller?" Dante immediately perked up. "What's that old woman plotting now? Still addicted to going against the Federal Bureau of Investigation?"
"This time, targeting the 'Family' is a perfect opportunity for the American Government. That's why they're rushing to send Amanda Waller to grab benefits before anyone else."
Dante understood.
To put it simply, now that the 'Family's secret was exposed, this mysterious organization had become a massive piece of fat meat in front of the FBI and the American Government.
Everyone wanted to bite off two pieces before the dust settled.
And since the FBI had the moral high ground, the American Government could only grab as much as possible before the conclusion came.
But regardless, the "Family" was finished.
…
"The John Deere 9220 tractor is one of the largest in the world, with incredible horsepower! It can haul up to eighty tons!"
"The size is perfect too. Optimus Prime, are you interested?"
John held up a picture of a large tractor on his tablet and showed it to Optimus Prime.
Why was this happening?
Because John's and Kent's farms were now the best and safest havens for the Transformers.
John and Teddy had seen plenty of strange things, and Teddy's outrageousness was no less than that of the Transformers.
And Jonathan and Martha? They had raised Superman, John, and Teddy. A bunch of transforming robots? That was nothing.
Most importantly, this area was under Clark's protection.
Forget KSI Company, even the American Government wouldn't dare to make a sound.
So John suggested the Transformers just stay here.
After all, what they longed for was a peaceful life.
But they couldn't just live for free.
Thus came the scene of the Transformers turning into agricultural machinery.
From now on, the Transformers would be the main workforce on the two farms.
Meanwhile, Lucifer, taking advantage of the commotion, secretly called Teddy behind a haystack.
"What's wrong, Los Angeles show-off? Something you want to talk about? But first, can I just ask, aren't your pants a bit too tight? How should I put this… promiscuous?"
"Alright, a cheap, worthless doll has no right to comment on my outfit!"
"Outfit? Hahahaha, this self-confident man actually calls his crappy combo an 'outfit'? Don't you know your clothes look like they were dug straight out of the Prudhoe Bay oil field?"
Before they even got to business, Lucifer had already been derailed by Teddy's vulgar jabs.
In the end, if Chloe hadn't noticed in time, the two childish idiots would probably have started fighting.
After Chloe stopped Lucifer, he finally realized something.
He always got what others were thinking from their words.
But in front of Teddy…
It was his emotions being affected?
Could it be that Teddy, this creation of God, was also meant to restrict him?
The more Lucifer thought about it, the more he believed it.
Chloe restricted his body.
Teddy influenced his emotions.
Lucifer wiped his face, looking up at the sky with some resentment.
"Dad, you're really ruthless."
(To be continued.)