25: Chapter 25: To appease the Empress, I sent her the entire Marvel series.

Wasteland, Dawn City.

Bone-chilling winds swirled with gravel, striking the dilapidated alloy city walls and producing a teeth-gritting grinding sound.

Yet, in the plaza at the center of the city, there was dead silence at this moment; even the sounds of breathing had been deliberately suppressed to the lowest level.

Thousands of Dawn City soldiers, having just come off the battlefield, stood in neat formation without even having time to bandage their wounds.

They widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the newly repaired giant holographic projection screen in the center of the plaza, their gazes as fanatical as if they were listening to the will of a god.

Just five minutes ago, their great Empress Jiang Wanqiu announced that the supreme Father God had bestowed upon them the "Ultimate Tactical Footage of the Divine Realm."

What an honor this was!

"Keep your eyes wide open for me!"

Grand Commander Lei Zhen stood at the very front, his scar-filled face full of solemnity. "This is the heroic posture of the powerful beings from the Divine Realm! Even if we can learn just one move or half a style, it will be enough for us to walk sideways in the Wasteland! Whoever dares to lose focus, I will twist their head off and kick it like a ball!"

"Yes!" thousands roared in unison, the sound waves shaking the heavens.

As Jiang Wanqiu pressed the play button with trembling hands, the holographic screen suddenly lit up.

The stirring BGM exploded instantly, the classic Marvel page-turning logo flashed by, and immediately after, the scene cut to a breathtaking city battle.

That was the Battle of New York from "The Avengers."

When that giant with green skin and muscles knotted like mountains roared and punched, stopping the massive Leviathan beast, the entire plaza erupted.

"Holy shit! What is that?!"

A veteran wearing an exoskeleton was so shocked his jaw nearly dislocated. "One punch? Just one punch? That's a mechanical dragon comparable to an "S-rank" mutated beast! No energy fluctuations at all, relying purely on physical strength?"

"Is this the "God of Strength" of the Divine Realm?"

Grand Commander Lei Zhen watched, trembling all over, his face flushed with excitement. "This is the ultimate I pursue! Not wearing armor, not holding weapons, just relying on a pair of big shorts to withstand energy cannons! Quick! Record his power-generating posture! From now on, our assault team will practice this!"

The scene shifted.

Tony Stark leaped from Stark Tower, the "Mark 7" armor automatically tracking, donning, and transforming in mid-air, finally hovering as the palm repulsors fired with a boom.

"Zzzzt—"

The few mechanics nearby watched until their eyeballs were about to pop out, their wrenches dropping all over the ground.

"Nanofluid technology? No, that's spatial folding suit-up!"

Dawn City's chief scientist, Zero, clutched his head, emitting a pained yet excited roar. "It's too advanced! This vector control of the thrusters, and the energy compression ratio of that palm-blast... It turns out we've been on the wrong path! Exoskeletons shouldn't pursue bulk; they should pursue human-machine integration! Quick, write it down! Even if we don't understand the principles, copy the design first!"

In the plaza, gasps of astonishment rose one after another.

This group of unsophisticated Wasteland bumpkins had their worldviews completely refreshed by the Hollywood special effects blockbuster. In their eyes, this wasn't a movie; this was clearly an epic battle that actually happened in the Divine Realm!

Captain America's shield flying around in defiance of physical laws was interpreted by them as "High-Level Telekinesis."

Thor summoning lightning was worshipped by them as a "Celestial-Level Weather Weapon."

Even Hawkeye's archery movements were treated as a textbook by the archer troops, who studied them by slowing them down frame by frame.

However.

Jiang Wanqiu, standing on the high platform, had a focus completely different from these rough men.

Her ruby-like eyes were not fixed on the Iron Man who flew through the sky and burrowed into the earth, nor were they looking at the immensely powerful Hulk.

Her gaze was locked tightly onto the woman in the footage who was wearing a black bodysuit, had red hair, and was maneuvering nimbly across the battlefield.

Black Widow, Natasha.

"Is this... a Valkyrie of the Divine Realm?"

Jiang Wanqiu frowned slightly, her eyes showing a hint of confusion.

In terms of destructive power, this woman was clearly inferior to that green giant; in terms of defense, she didn't even have a decent piece of armor plate on her.

Then why would the Father God specifically send her footage over?

Jiang Wanqiu fell into deep thought.

She looked at Natasha's tight black leather suit; the clothing clung to her body like a second skin, perfectly outlining the curves of her breasts, her slender waist, and her long legs.

Then she looked at Natasha's movements—

That was a signature "scissor leg" stranglehold.

Her black legs tightly coiled around the enemy's neck, her waist exerted force, and in an instant, she flung an alien soldier away. The movement was fluid, both full of lethality and exuding an indescribable... sexiness and allure.

"I understand."

A bolt of lightning seemed to flash through Jiang Wanqiu's mind, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

She looked down at the heavy, bloated, and oil-smelling power armor on her own body.

Although its defensive power was astonishing, this thing wrapped her up like an iron barrel; never mind curves, one couldn't even tell if she was male or female.

"So that's it..."

Jiang Wanqiu murmured to herself, her cheeks unknowingly stained with a flush. "The Father God is giving me a hint."

"In the Divine Realm, true elite female warriors disdain wearing heavy armor."

"What they pursue is ultimate agility, a fighting style that can perfectly fuse feminine charm with the art of slaughter."

"And..."

She recalled what the Father God had said before—that "auntie who fixes sewers" was an eccentric craftswoman.

Then she compared that to the hot-bodied Black Widow before her eyes.

There is only one truth!

The Father God doesn't like heavy iron cans, nor does he like that sloppy artisan style.

What he likes is this!

It's this kind of vibe—wearing a black bodysuit, being able to wrap one's legs around an enemy's neck, dangerous yet charming!

"Father God... you are really too naughty."

Jiang Wanqiu bit her lip, feeling her heartbeat racing intensely.

How is this any kind of tactical instruction?

This is clearly a dress code requirement proposed by the Father God for her, his "divine attendant"! He is showing disdain for her current disheveled appearance, guiding her to understand how to "please the god."

Having figured this out, when Jiang Wanqiu looked at Black Widow on the screen again, there was no more confusion in her eyes, only a firmness as if she had comprehended the truth.

"The President!"

Jiang Wanqiu suddenly turned off the projection and turned to shout at Grand Commander Lei Zhen, who was down on the stage imitating Captain America throwing a pot lid.

"Subordinate is here!" Grand Commander Lei Zhen was still savoring the essence of that "shield ricochet" from just a moment ago.

"Pass on my order! Have the logistics department take out all that "polymer nano-flexible material" dug up from the ruins!"

Jiang Wanqiu took a deep breath, her eyes burning. "I want to redesign a combat suit based on that "titan" mecha!"

"Huh?"

Grand Commander Lei Zhen was stunned for a moment. "But Your Majesty, that material's defensive power isn't good; it can't block heavy machine guns..."

"What do you know!"

Jiang Wanqiu glared at him, a look of frustration at his failure to meet expectations. "Defense is for the weak! True experts want speed! They want aesthetic appeal! They want tactical value that makes the Father God... feel pleased when he sees it!"

"Execute the order!"

"Yes!"

After dismissing everyone, Jiang Wanqiu returned to her empty bedchamber alone.

She stood in front of the mirror, unfastened the scratch-filled armor from her body, revealing a figure that, while somewhat thin, was still curvaceous.

Recalling Black Widow's attire from just now, her cheeks felt like they were burning.

Does she really have to dress like that?

That kind of clothing... wouldn't it be too shameful?

However, if it's what the Father God likes...

Jiang Wanqiu gritted her teeth and opened that familiar chat interface.

Her fingers trembled as she tapped on the virtual keyboard, deleting and revising, revising and deleting. Finally, with a sense of sacrificial determination, she pressed the send button.

[Jiang Wanqiu (face flushed red): Father God... Wanqiu has carefully observed the footage of the Divine Realm that you bestowed.]

[Jiang Wanqiu: Especially that divine attendant codenamed "Black Widow"; her heroic fighting posture has greatly inspired Wanqiu.]

[Jiang Wanqiu (shy): So... you like that "black silk/bodysuit" style of attire? That kind of light, form-fitting, easy-to-move-in...]

[Jiang Wanqiu: Wanqiu understands. Please give me three days, Father God; Wanqiu will definitely give you a surprise. When the time comes, Wanqiu will wear the new combat suit and perform a war dance... exclusively for you.]