Chapter 83: Arkham Fortress Adjutant
"Commander, I am your adjutant, Unita, the central intelligence system of Arkham Fortress."
As Allen stepped into the secret base, a holographic projection materialized into the form of a young woman.
The AI's expressions and gestures were so lifelike that it was almost indistinguishable from a real person.
Allen's sharp eyes, tinged with a trace of killing intent, swept over Unita's key features. After a long silence, he asked seriously, "Can I reshape your appearance?"
"..."
The central intelligence rapidly processed the meaning of his words and then smiled. "The commander can modify Unita's appearance according to preference."
"That's so user-friendly. I like it."
Allen's face twisted into a perverse grin, his hands rubbing together eagerly, ready to unleash his creativity.
Meanwhile, Edward and Cobblepot observed the Arkham Fortress from the sidelines. The place seemed to have multiple sections, but the sealed alloy doors signified restricted access requiring proper clearance.
A virtual interface appeared before Allen.
From hairstyle and facial details to height, body proportions, and clothing styles—everything was customizable.
"Wow, this is amazing."
Allen manipulated the virtual panel, licking his lips. "Golden wavy hair with gold-rimmed glasses, big eyes, high nose bridge, fiery red lips… Tsk, tsk, tsk… Mature and dominant queen vibes—eternal perfection."
"Max out the bust."
"Waist—keep it standard."
"Hips—maxed out."
"Height: two meters. Hmm, adds a bit of an intimidating presence."
"As for the outfit—white blouse, leather shorts, sheer black stockings, high heels… and a riding crop."
After a thorough customization session, Allen was immensely satisfied with Unita's new appearance.
Thud!
Suddenly, without warning, Allen dropped to his knees and humbly declared, "Mistress Unita, I have failed your expectations. I flunked the test again. Please discipline me as you see fit!"
"..."
Not only did Unita almost crash from the absurdity, but Edward and Cobblepot were also wide-eyed in shock.
Big bro, are you training an AI, or do you want the AI to train you?
"Allen, stop this. Please stay rational."
The next moment, Allen actually started undoing his pants, bending over in front of Unita.
Seeing this, Edward and Cobblepot hurriedly stepped in to stop him.
If you want to play this hardcore, at least wait until no one's around!
"What a shame."
Allen reluctantly pulled his pants back up and said earnestly, "Mistress, please discipline me when I fail next time."
"Commander… As your adjutant, I will fulfill your request."
There was a clear hesitation in Unita's response.
Then, her eyes flickered with streams of data as she reported, "Commander, you have an incoming communication request. Would you like to accept it now?"
"An impatient frog can't stop rubbing your belly."
Allen smirked. "The mastermind is finally making their move."
He accepted the call.
A virtual screen projected an image.
Allen's eyes widened in surprise. "Venom?!"
Indeed, the figure on the screen bore the distinct features of a symbiote host.
"Allen, do you like the gift I've prepared for you?" The figure grinned, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth.
"You remind me of a certain streamer," Allen mused. "But I recall Venom being a broke loser. How could he afford such a high-tech base?"
"Also, I don't even know him."
The technology level of this base exceeded that of the Batcave. Even Bruce Wayne didn't have such an advanced AI system. By this standard, it was on par with or even beyond Iron Man's AI butler, J.A.R.V.I.S.
The figure teased, "Guess who I am."
"Drenched in black paint, cosplaying as a Black guy…" Allen smirked confidently. "You're Steve, aren't you?"
"…How did you figure that out?"
The figure pulled back the symbiote from his face, revealing the youthful features of Steve Rogers.
"Someone who understands me and has been planning for a long time… The only possibility is you—the Steve who traveled back to the past."
Allen gave him a look of pure disdain. "Do you take crazy people for idiots?"
"..."
Steve felt a bit embarrassed, realizing his intelligence had been completely overwhelmed.
This base had been in the works since he traveled back to World War II.
In theory, he wasn't supposed to interfere with history, but after obtaining the symbiote, things changed.
Through the symbiote's visions, he learned a great deal about Allen's exploits and the vast amount of high-tech gadgets stored in the three-flower stomach of the Flerken.
Recalling his time as Captain America in the future, he had encountered symbiote visions more than once. Now it all made sense—he hadn't been behaving as quietly as he originally thought.
So much for not interfering with history… He had been quite the active participant.
"Why are you giving me a base?"
Allen was puzzled. There had to be more to this. The whole situation gave off the vibe of someone being… kept?
"Not convenient to disclose."
Steve smiled mysteriously, refusing to reveal his intentions.
"Is this related to a specific timeline?" Allen guessed.
Steve maintained his enigmatic smile, neither confirming nor denying it.
He had been selective about his interventions, ensuring the timeline didn't diverge into unforeseen chaos.
Unless the present-day Captain America had already traveled back to World War II, Steve couldn't openly reveal himself.
After all, from that moment onward, Captain America no longer existed in history. Since he was unaware of the future events beyond that point, any interference wouldn't technically count as altering history.
Allen scrutinized Steve on the screen. There were too many suspicious details. He bluntly asked, "Old man, why do you still look so young? And that background behind you doesn't look like anything on Earth."
Steve had only grown a small beard, showing no signs of aging.
His background was a surreal, glowing realm filled with floating jellyfish-like creatures, yet it was clearly not an ocean.
Allen had spent time underwater before—real deep-sea environments were dark and murky, not this bright and vibrant.
"There are plenty of ways to extend one's youth and lifespan. I won't go into details, but I'm sure you know some yourself. As for my location—I'm in the Quantum Realm."
Steve stated openly, "Using your Multiversal Salvation Plan as a foundation, I established two organizations: Imperial Iron Curtain and The Watchmakers. Based in the Quantum Realm, we work to save lives across multiple universes and dimensions."
"I'm that selfless?" Allen doubted himself. "Since when did I care about saving the multiverse?"
Of course, that was impossible.
Steve naturally wouldn't tell him the full truth. In reality, it was a plan for a multiversal invasion—he had simply rebranded its core objective.
1. First, he stole existing advanced technologies—like Pym Particles—to establish a foothold in the Quantum Realm.
2. Next, he recruited top scientists by offering extended lifespans.
3. Then, he rescued and enlisted high-IQ superheroes and villains who were supposed to die in their respective universes, ensuring continuous technological progress.
4. Finally, across different universes, he recruited justice-driven individuals into the ranks of the Imperial Iron Curtain forces.
After decades of development, his organization had amassed an overwhelming foundation.
"Steve, we're almost ready."
At that moment, a female symbiote host appeared on the screen.
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