To these people, Asgard was what the Heavenly Court was to the Chinese.
A realm of gods—nothing more.
Especially for old Pym. A man who had spent his entire life in the scientific community would never easily believe in so-called theology.
Everything in the world could basically be explained by his existing knowledge. And even if something could not be explained, it could still be attributed to the quantum field.
In short, old Pym was skeptical about experimenting on Asgardians.
Xu Dan, however, had no intention of explaining further.
All the data was already there. Whether to believe it or not was Pym's own decision.
Otherwise, what—was he supposed to take him to Asgard personally?
As time passed, Banner also quickly finished his adjustment period with Pym.
With Hank Pym, an experienced old hand, the improvement of the virtual gaming helmet progressed at a noticeably faster pace.
It could truly be said that one plus one was greater than two.
After a month of discussions, the two finally reached a conclusion.
Conductivity.
The core problem of the virtual gaming helmet ultimately lay in the material.
If they wanted to reduce the pressure the helmet exerted on the human brain and achieve perfect usability for Earth humans, the helmet had to be replaced with a conductive material.
"Red, simulate and calculate all materials on Earth and find the most suitable conductor!"
"Yes, Master!"
The Red Queen replied obediently. Immediately after, a thunderous roar came from the super server located in the building's basement.
That was Red operating at maximum overclocking capacity.
At this extreme computational speed, the demands placed on the host system were astonishingly high. In the entire world, only Xu Dan dared to operate like this.
Others could not even acquire a decent large-scale server, yet he treated the super server produced by his own company like a test rig.
Of course, the "large servers" mentioned here were not the commercially available ones that could be purchased with money alone.
Truly satisfactory performance was exceedingly difficult to find.
Not to mention the super servers produced by Antarctic Technology.
Even if others wanted to buy this kind of hardware, it depended first on whether Xu Dan was willing to sell—and second, whether they could afford its astronomical price.
Finally, after several minutes of calculation, Red produced a result.
"Master, according to current data, among all known conductive materials on Earth, the maximum achievable reduction in pressure is ninety percent."
Ninety percent.
That was far from Xu Dan's desired result.
If the pressure on the player's brain could not be completely eliminated, then even if the game could be played, it would only be for a short duration.
Players would only be able to remain in the game for that brief window of time.
What was the point of virtual holographic gaming if it could only be played for a few hours—or even just tens of minutes—per day?
"Wait!" Red suddenly exclaimed. "There is still another solution. We could adjust the time ratio between the game and reality—one hour in-game equals three hours in reality. If that still doesn't work, then we can only hope that humanity discovers new materials on Earth, which would be extremely difficult!"
Old Pym nodded in agreement with Banner's assessment. That was also his own conclusion.
"New materials…"
However, Xu Dan seemed not to have heard Banner's first proposal at all.
Adjusting the time ratio was merely a stopgap measure—robbing Peter to pay Paul. Even if the in-game time were increased a hundredfold, the pressure on the human brain would still exist.
Adjusting the time ratio would not solve the core problem.
If a player accumulated too many hours, what awaited them in the end?
Pain.
Once a player's brain was diagnosed with severe damage—or worse—and the cause was traced back to the gaming helmet, what would become of Antarctic Company?
Moreover, adjusting the time ratio was far from simple.
If in-game time were tripled, then the pressure on the player's brain would also increase threefold.
If it could not be endured under normal conditions, how could anyone withstand three times that load?
Therefore, in Xu Dan's view, there was only one solution to this problem.
Find a new conductive material.
Red had already calculated all materials known on Earth.
So were there still unknown materials on Earth?
The answer was yes.
It was just that this secret was rarely known to the world.
Only someone with a god's-eye perspective could think of it.
Wakanda.
Vibranium.
That's right—vibranium.
Wakanda had always been regarded as a backward agricultural nation, but in reality, it was the most technologically advanced place on Earth.
Relying on vibranium, they had developed countless high-tech weapons and devices, with an overall technological level nearly a century ahead of the outside world.
People first learned of vibranium because of its incomparably solid structure. As early as World War II, Howard Stark used a small amount of it to create Captain America's shield.
The defensive power of that shield was evident to all.
But vibranium was far more than just strong.
It was a universal material.
Wakanda had developed it into all kinds of applications—embedding vibranium into clothing, allowing shield barriers to be deployed without even holding a shield.
And as a conductive material, it was entirely viable.
Just look at how much of Wakanda's technology relied on vibranium—from fighter aircraft down to tiny mechanical spheres.
Xu Dan could already conclude with certainty that vibranium was absolutely suitable for virtual gaming helmets.
Even a diluted trace of vibranium would be enough to reduce the helmet's neural pressure to zero.
At that point, any measures such as adjusting the time ratio would become feasible.
"I know there's another material in this world—vibranium."
Old Pym had heard of vibranium.
Long ago, he had seen that shield.
Because it had come from Howard Stark, he remembered it clearly.
"Kid, let me remind you," old Pym said, "I've seen that shield. It's now officially sealed away. Even if you spent a fortune to buy it back, a piece that size would still be nowhere near enough—unless you only plan to make tens of thousands of helmets."
Hearing this, Xu Dan smiled.
"Who said I want that piece of scrap metal? I want a vibranium mine."
"What?"
"What?!"
This time, even Banner was stunned by Xu Dan's words.
Could it be that there was still a vast amount of vibranium in the world?
Then why had no one heard anything about it until now?
At the very least, Dr. Pym should have had first-hand information.
Yet the truth was that humanity knew very little about vibranium.
And today, Xu Dan had revealed that secret.
Inside the laboratory, Banner and Pym exchanged glances—then both turned to look in the direction Xu Dan had left.
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