Arkham Fortress Lieutenant

Chapter 83 Arkham Fortress Lieutenant

"Commander, I am your adjutant, Unita, the central AI system of Fort Arkham."

When Allen stepped into the secret base, the optical projection shaped a three-dimensional projection of the girl.

As they spoke, the smart projection appeared incredibly lifelike, almost indistinguishable from a real person.

Allen, with a shrewd, slightly murderous glint in his eyes, scanned Unita's vital areas. After a long silence, he asked seriously, "Can we re-customize her face?"

"..."

The central AI rapidly calculated and analyzed the meaning of these words, then smiled and said, "The Commander can reshape Unita's appearance as required."

"It's so user-friendly, I love it."

Allen wore a lewd smile, his hands rubbing together incessantly, eager to put his skills to the test.

Edward and Cobblestone surveyed Arkham Fortress. It seemed to have many areas, but the closed alloy doors indicated that access was required.

A virtual projection panel appeared in front of Allen.

From hairstyle and facial features to height, measurements, and clothing style, everything can be freely matched.

"Wow, that's awesome!"

Allen tapped his fingers on the virtual panel, licking his lips as he said, "Blonde wavy hair with gold-rimmed glasses, big eyes, a high nose, and fiery red lips...tsk tsk tsk... a mature, sophisticated woman vibe."

"Full bust size."

"Waist size is average."

"Full bust."

"Two meters tall, hmm, he has a somewhat intimidating presence."

"As for attire, a white shirt, leather pants, black stockings, high heels, and a riding crop."

After a series of modifications, Allen was very satisfied with Unita's new look.

Pfft!

Suddenly, without warning, Allen knelt down and said humbly, "Unita Sensen, I have let you down. I failed the test again. Please push me hard."

"..."

It almost crashed Unita's system.

Edward and Cobblestone stared wide-eyed in shock.

Dude, are you training artificial intelligence, or do you want artificial intelligence to train you?

"Alan, stop! Please calm down."

The next moment, Allen pulled down his pants and bent over, facing Unita.

Seeing this, Edward and Cobbler quickly stepped forward to stop them.

If you want to play such perverse games, can't you wait until there's no one around?

"What a pity."

Allen pulled up his pants with a disappointed look on his face and said seriously, "Please wait until I fail next time before you push me to improve."

"Commander... as your adjutant, I will fulfill your request."

Unita hesitated noticeably when she responded.

Then, Unity's eyes flashed with a torrent of data as she reported, "Commander, you have a communication request. Would you like to connect immediately?"

"The impatient frog keeps touching your belly."

Allen said smugly, "The mastermind is finally about to show up."

I agree to connect.

The image is projected onto the virtual screen.

Allen's eyes widened in surprise, and he blurted out, "Venom!?"

That's right, the person in the picture is exactly what it looks like when parasitized by a symbiote.

"Allen, do you like the gift I prepared for you?" the other person asked, grinning with a gaping maw.

"You remind me of a female news anchor."

Allen suddenly realized, "I remember Venom was a poor guy, how could he afford to build such a high-tech base?"

"Besides, I don't even know him."

This base is more technologically advanced than the Batcave. Even Bruce Wayne didn't have such an intelligent system. By standard, it should surpass Iron Man's AI butler, Jarvis.

The other person deliberately teased, "Guess who I am?"

"You're dressed up in black paint, cosplaying as a Black person," Allen said with a confident smile. "You must be Steve."

How did you guess?

The other party removed the symbiote from its head, revealing Steve's face, which still retained its youthful appearance.

"Someone who understands me and started planning this a long time ago—the only person I can guess right now is you, Steve who went back in time."

Allen looked at him like he was an idiot and asked, "You don't think mental illness is the same as being mentally challenged, do you?"

"..."

Steve couldn't help but feel embarrassed, as if his intelligence had been completely outmatched.

He began planning this base as early as when he traveled back to World War II.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't have interfered with the original history, but obtaining the symbiote changed everything.

He learned many stories about Allen from the symbiote illusion, as well as the many high-tech products hidden in the belly of the Flerken Three-Flower.

Recalling his future identity as Captain America, he realized he had seen the symbiote illusion more than once, and suddenly understood that he was anything but honest.

They said they wouldn't interfere with history, but they seem to be doing it quite enthusiastically.

"What do you mean by giving me the base?"

Allen was puzzled and felt that things were definitely not simple, and he also had the illusion that he was being kept by someone.

"It's not convenient to disclose."

Steve smiled mysteriously, not wanting to reveal what he would do in the future.

"Could it be related to a certain timeline?" Allen guessed.

Steve maintained a smile throughout, neither confirming nor denying.

His interventions in reality are always selective, aiming to prevent the situation from developing into an unforeseen outcome.

Unless, in reality, Captain America Steve Rogers travels back to World War II, he can actually make an appearance.

This is because, at that point in time, Captain America no longer existed, and he was unaware of the subsequent historical events, so any actions he took would not be considered interference in history.

Allen scrutinized Steve in the image, finding many suspicious points, and asked out of curiosity, "Old Deng, how come you don't look old at all? And the scenery behind you doesn't look like the human world at all."

Steve only had a beard on his chin and didn't look old at all.

His background wall looks colorful and magical, with jellyfish-like creatures floating around from time to time, but you can be sure it's not in the ocean.

Allen had spent time in the sea, where the overall tone was dark, so it couldn't be this bright.

"There are many ways to stay young and extend lifespan, I won't go into details, you probably know quite a few yourself. As for my current position in the quantum realm..."

Steve stated bluntly, "Through your multiverse salvation plan, I will establish two major organizations, the Imperial Iron Curtain and the Clockmakers, based on the quantum realm, to save all living beings in the multidimensional universe."

"Am I really that great?" Allen couldn't help but doubt himself. "Trying to save the multiverse?"

Of course not.

Steve naturally wouldn't reveal the truth; it was a multiverse invasion plan, he simply changed the core principles.

The first step is to steal mature technologies, such as Pym particles, and then make a futile effort to develop in the quantum realm.

The second step was to recruit scientists from various fields in exchange for immortality.

The third step is to rescue and recruit highly intelligent superheroes and villains who should have died in their respective universes, ensuring that their technology continues to advance.

The fourth step is to recruit righteous humans across various universes and integrate them into the various units of the Imperial Iron Curtain.

After decades of development, it has already accumulated a terrifying foundation.

"Steve, everything's almost ready."

At this point, a female symbiote appears in the scene.

(End of this chapter)