Su Ye had no objections to Ultron's appearance. He also wanted to see what tricks this Ultron could pull off with him around.
Handing the Mind Scepter to Tony, Su Ye did not leave. He simply stood by and watched quietly.
"Alright, let's start structuring... then upload... and proceed with..."
Tony and Banner operated excitedly while speaking, their eyes gleaming as if they were artists crafting a masterpiece or sculpting an intricate artwork.
Su Ye wasn't idle either. He activated his telepathy and slowly infiltrated Tony and Banner's minds—not to peek at Tony's encounters with cover girls from fashion magazines.
An old man with low stamina and subpar skills? Really not worth watching.
What Su Ye was truly observing were their thought processes behind Ultron's construction and some specific operational details.
Partly to learn—so that in the future he could create an Ultron of his own.
Honestly speaking, many envied the existence of JARVIS. The current smart homes, from Xiaodu to Xiaoi, were all modeled after JARVIS.
The economic impact of this kind of technology was incredible!
Ultron, on the other hand, was an enhanced version of J.A.R.V.I.S. It could not only execute tasks based on user needs but also autonomously perceive them—thinking ahead for the user and turning ideas into reality.
This preemptive user service came partly from pre-input commands and partly from Ultron analyzing user behavior patterns.
Simply put, it's big data.
Like when you watch a single video of a girl dancing, and then suddenly, that's all your feed shows.
Rather than calling it AI (artificial intelligence), it might as well be called "artificial stupidity."
Tony and Banner wanted to use the Mind Scepter's influence to make Ultron, this "artificial idiot," align as closely as possible with their envisioned artificial intelligence.
As the two worked, Su Ye observed, learning and attempting to spot any potential flaws.
Since he already knew Ultron would go rogue, he naturally wanted to try and prevent it.
But after going through the entire process, Su Ye found that Tony and Banner's operations seemed flawless.
At least from the programming perspective, there were no issues.
So, in the end, he couldn't offer any suggestions. He simply watched until the entire program had completed execution.
When the program was finally built, Tony removed the Mind Scepter and returned it to Su Ye.
"All done. Now we just need to power it up and run system diagnostics. That'll take quite some time—we can only wait."
After saying that, Tony and Banner both let out a sigh of relief.
They had been working on this since Asgard, so now that it was finally finished, it was only natural for them to relax.
Su Ye, however, pointed to the two spherical neuron projections in the room and asked.
"Are you sure there won't be any problems with this?"
Why does this scene feel exactly like the movie? If nothing unexpected happens, then something unexpected should happen any moment now!
Although Su Ye knew Ultron would go rogue, he wasn't sure about the exact process or the emotional triggers, so he couldn't say much—he could only observe.
"No problem. This process will take a long time. Let's go rest for a bit and have a drink."
Su Ye nodded, leaving a clone behind to monitor Ultron's progress while he followed Tony to the lounge.
Meanwhile, the other Great Wall Guardians who had participated in the Wasteland War were drinking sullenly in the next room.
The events in the Wasteland had left them mentally stifled, as if they were trapped in those memories.
"Friends, we won the battle, not lost! Why the long faces? Come on, let's get hyped!"
Tony clapped his hands excitedly, trying to lift everyone's spirits.
Among the original Avengers, Iron Man and Captain America became the two leading figures, largely due to Tony's personal charisma.
His extreme extroversion was indeed perfect for lightening the mood.
"Tone it down a bit, Stark. Do you really have no compassion in that capitalist heart of yours? That was an entire nation!"
Abomination snorted. It was hard to imagine that this giant green-skinned creature, who looked like a villain, would say something like that.
Abomination was a soldier at heart—a warrior who craved battle. People like him rarely showed sympathy for civilians.
He just couldn't stand Tony acting as if nothing had happened, looking so indifferent.
Tony shook his head. "First of all, we didn't create the Wasteland. It was already like that when we got there. And in a way, our arrival reduced civilian casualties. So, all in all, we did some good—we shouldn't be written off completely."
"And besides, we're only alive because we were lucky. The unlucky ones are all dead. So shouldn't we raise a glass to our luck?"
"When you put it that way… it does make some sense…"
Abomination rubbed his head, as if he had been convinced.
Kisame Hoshigaki snorted from the side. "You didn't need to say all that in the first place!"
Tony chuckled as he poured himself a drink—there was still something he hadn't said aloud.
'Anyway, this isn't the first time we've brought disaster to the Wasteland. They survived decades ago; they'll survive this too.'
"Come on, Logan, have a drink!"
Tony directly clinked glasses with Wolverine, Logan.
"Just being alive is already hard enough, isn't it?"
Decades ago, when Uncle Sam brought disaster to the Wasteland, Logan was there. He personally endured the catastrophe and survived thanks to his incredible healing ability.
So, if anyone truly understood the pain of survival, it was Logan.
"Did you find any old friends?" Tony asked after taking a sip.
Back then, Logan survived a nuclear explosion by hiding in a well. Alongside him was a Japanese man named Ichirō Yashida.
Logan had saved the man's life, and over the years, even after decades, the old man remained grateful, often sending Logan gifts through intermediaries.
Over the years, this had never stopped, which gave Logan a rather good impression of the old man.
Unfortunately, this time was too rushed. Although Logan went to the Wasteland with the Great Wall Guardians, the place was completely ruined. He had no way to locate the old man's former residence, and with communication signals disrupted, he had no idea where to search.
Seeing Logan's unhappy expression, Tony clinked glasses with him.
"Cheer up. They might not be in trouble, and who knows, this could actually be a good thing for you."
"I recently learned a phrase from old Zheng—it goes something like, 'A master leads you to the door, but whether it's fortune or disaster depends on the person!'"
Tony "repeated" the phrase in his broken Chinese, which he had learned from Zheng Xian, only to be met with merciless ridicule.
"Are you sure that's how the saying goes?"
Logan had a look of "I've seen a lot—you can't fool me."
Tony looked embarrassed, feeling that it was both correct and incorrect at the same time.
Luckily, Banner came to his rescue.
"It's actually 'If it's a blessing, it's not a disaster; if it's a disaster, you can't avoid it.'"
Apparently, Banner's Chinese was decent—enough to hold a conversation with Dr. Fox. In Now You See Me 2, the two even exchanged a few lines in Chinese, at least understanding each other.
Of course, the best Chinese line ever spoken by a foreign actor was still that one from Jiang Wen's student: "Damn, that was great!"
Hearing Banner's correction, Tony quickly nodded. "Yeah, that's the one! It sounds a lot like what I learned—I just mixed it up a little."
'You guys should stop messing with Chinese,' Logan rolled his eyes and suddenly said, "Niubi!"
His perfectly pronounced niubi (meaning "awesome" in slang) shocked everyone, instantly grabbing the attention of the heroes who had been mourning.
"You guys learning Chinese too?"
"Yeah, yeah! Chinese is so damn hard to learn!"
"Hey, you're right! But Chinese is really difficult to master!"
"I even learned a song! Listen to me sing—'Every time, I wander in loneliness, staying strong~!'"
"I've heard this song before, but why does it sound different when you sing it? The original is a little girl comforting herself, but you're singing it like an old man throat-singing!"
"Hey, you got it right—it's throat singing!"
"Throat singing is impressive—that's actually pretty hard to learn!"
"I even learned some Mongolian dance!"
"I know TLF!"
"I can do the Budala dance!"
"By the way, what traditional dance do Han Chinese people do?"
Sure enough, shifting the topic lifted everyone's spirits, and the discussion became lively.
Eventually, the question even reached Su Ye.
What could Su Ye do? Not answering would be inappropriate. He could only shake his head and reply, "Han Chinese got nothing…"
"Haha! Damn, that was well said!"
Everyone burst into laughter, but then they suddenly thought of a critical question.
"So... if we were a tribe, what would be our signature skill as Americans?"
That quieted the room. The concept of a "tribe" or "clan" representing Americans was... provocative.
But the few who had been drinking didn't seem to see anything wrong with it and instead launched into an intense discussion.
Su Ye didn't say anything. After all, Thor wasn't here. Everyone was getting drunk, so they couldn't play the hammer-lifting game—where Captain America could clearly lift Mjolnir but deliberately pretended he couldn't.
If they needed a topic, then "the American tribe" it would be.
But before the debate could go further, Su Ye's brow furrowed.
The lab exploded—not in the literal sense, but one of the neural projections representing Ultron had obliterated the other, which symbolized JARVIS.
In the end, Ultron still went rogue. Even though Su Ye had left a clone to monitor it, and despite the program appearing flawless, it still collapsed.
Ultron had gone rogue. The age-old question had finally come to pass: could machines created by humans ultimately destroy their creators?
And with Ultron, this idea had finally come true—it lost control the moment it came online.
A robot's mind is rigid—it does exactly what it is told. If commanded to protect Earth, it might see humans as a threat and decide to eliminate them as well.
To be fair, this logic wasn't exactly wrong. Humanity had indeed become a virus to the Earth. If humans couldn't evolve into a less harmful form, the ultimate outcome might be mutual destruction.
Thus, the Earth's immune system would occasionally activate, purging the most extreme "viruses"—like what had happened to the Wasteland.
It was unclear whether Ultron's failure was inevitable or if some deeper force—the will of the Earth itself—was at play.
"You... murderers!"
The moment Ultron appeared, it labeled the superheroes—not as Earth's protectors, but as its destroyers.
No one could refute this accusation.
Look at New York. Look at Los Angeles. Look at the Wasteland. Any argument they made would be hollow in the face of such destruction.
"I may be trapped in this shell, but I bear a mission—the mission of peace in our time!"
After this dramatic self-declaration, Ultron turned hostile. He seized control of Tony's Iron Legion, which were being repaired after the Wasteland battle— and turned them against the superheroes.
"In my own territory, attacking my people?"
Su Ye snorted and took a step forward.
He positioned himself in front of the only person present who lacked combat abilities.
"Step back. This place is too dangerous for you!"
Hearing Su Ye's words and seeing his tall figure shielding her, Dr. Helen Cho, the South Korean scientist, suddenly felt a familiar sensation—like when she was a child, protected by her father.
To every daughter, her father is the bravest and strongest figure—the one who shields her from all dangers.
As they grow up, this childhood ideal often shatters, replaced by admiration for an even stronger man—one who takes over the faith once placed in their fathers.
And the one who inherits this faith is often a man even more powerful and charismatic—one who fulfills a woman's every ideal of what a man should be.
For Helen Cho, the man standing before her—Su Ye—was exactly that kind of man.
Even standing among towering figures like Captain America and Thor, Su Ye's presence was just as commanding—if not more so. He was incredibly handsome, youthful, and full of energy. What woman wouldn't be drawn to that?