All day long, Bant's mind was exceptionally clear; all the knowledge seemed to have a trace to follow, rather than being a tangled mess. He was completely immersed in his studies, entirely forgetting about Felicia. As for after school, something even more important was clearly waiting for him.

Just as he walked out of the teacher's lounge, he ran into Peter, who was hurrying out of another classroom.

“Hey, Bant!” Peter exclaimed joyfully upon seeing him. “Did you change your mind and decide to go find Dr. Connors with me?”

He assumed Bant had rushed out to catch up with him.

“You're overthinking it, Peter. I told you, I'm not interested in that,” Bant replied, shrugging his shoulders.

In reality, he was indeed interested in Connors' biotechnology; the Omnitrix created by Azmuth was closely related to genetics. However, how could he possibly understand serums and the formulas for creating them with his current knowledge? If he could turn into a little soldier, maybe that would be different, but he couldn’t risk exposing himself in front of Peter and Connors.

After all, he had just killed someone in front of Tony Stark that morning. Flash Star would definitely be classified as a dangerous target.

In this situation, if other aliens appeared—especially those bearing the Omnitrix symbol—it would be hard not to raise suspicion. Not only aliens, but Bant himself had to be careful not to draw attention to the little worn-out watch on his wrist.

Moreover, and more importantly, he had no need to do this. The knowledge of cross-species genetics was left in the briefcase that Richard Parker had given to Peter; that contained the true essence.

“I just wanted to remind you that it’s fine to go find Dr. Connors, but don’t forget you still need to pick up Aunt May tonight,” Bant said seriously.

Peter instinctively nodded, “Okay, wait, how do you know I’m picking up Aunt May?”

He looked surprised. After all, Bant and he had not left home at the same time that morning. Bant had left much earlier than he had; how could he possibly know that he promised Aunt May he would pick her up?

“That’s none of your business,” Bant said. “By the way, please tell Uncle Ben and Aunt May that I’ll be home late tonight.”

After saying goodbye to Peter, Bant walked out of the school gate and turned toward a convenience store.

After buying a large bucket of cleaning agent at the store, Bant finally turned into a corner without surveillance while carrying his backpack.

“Well then—” he rolled up his sleeve, and the core of the Omnitrix popped up.

“Flash Star!”

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“Flash Star…” Tony rubbed his chin, feeling the prickly stubble, and had JARVIS create a brand new document.

The next moment, a virtual dragon-human projection appeared before Tony's eyes.

“He says his name is Flash Star. What do you think he really is? Could it be that dinosaurs from billions of years ago have not completely gone extinct?” Tony asked. Of course, he didn’t expect to get any useful answers from JARVIS.

To him, JARVIS was more like a convenient assistant; he was the one with the intelligent brain.

“I don’t know, sir. I searched global databases and found no relevant information or reliable dinosaur-human sightings,” JARVIS replied. “However, there is a group of people who call themselves primitive lizard people, although the information cannot prove that what they say is credible.”

“Forget those nonsensical legends,” Tony said, studying the shadow scanned by JARVIS. “He couldn’t have just popped up from nowhere; he has to have a database built about him.”

“Understood, sir.”

JARVIS quickly established a profile.

“Profile name: Flash Star…”

“No, call him Dino Baby,” Tony insisted. In front of him, a data model was being created. Based on the data from that battle, JARVIS had already made a rough analysis of Flash Star's abilities.

“His legs have a roller-like structure,” JARVIS broke down a video frame by frame. “He moved his feet 16 times in one second. Note, sir, this is his normal speed, which can reach at least 300 miles per hour. The speed afterward is even faster.

“When he moves at high speed, the double toes on the rollers can secrete some kind of lubricant to help reduce friction.”

JARVIS pulled up a piece of footage; the image had been slowed down significantly, and the surrounding environment seemed to be still, but Flash Star's speed remained fast. However, it was at least clear enough to see.

“Roller structure…” Tony stared at Flash Star's shadow, thought for a moment, and then said, “In that case, he must slip more easily than an ordinary person…”

He almost immediately found Flash Star's weakness.

For someone as intelligent as Tony, friction was something he had mastered when he was four or five years old.

“It seems I need to add some lubricant to Mark IV's armor next time, or how about using a foam adhesive instead?”

Thinking of a way to defeat him, Tony appeared to be in a good mood, but then other questions arose.

“What is that?” he pointed to the core symbol of the Omnitrix on Flash Star's chest. “That thing doesn’t look like a part of his body, but rather…”

He even thought that this thing resembled his Arc Reactor.

“What do you think the probability is that he is a modified organism?”

From Tony's perspective, Flash Star certainly did not seem like a naturally evolved creature. Not to mention the roller-like toes, the mask that could be lowered from his face also felt very unbiological.

Thinking about the existence of another worldview with current biological concepts inevitably leads to discrepancies.

“Probability is 0, sir,” JARVIS said. “X-ray scans did not detect any signs of modification within his body. The foot roller structure matches the shape of the bones revealed by the X-ray, which indicates a naturally grown biological structure.”

“How is that possible!”

“Although it seems far-fetched, that is the reality,” JARVIS replied unemotionally. “I'm afraid this is a new species that has never been discovered before.”

“No new species appears with intelligence comparable to humans, JARVIS. He even speaks English to me,” Tony said seriously. “If he isn’t a modified organism, then he has at least evolved for millions of years!”

“Constantly monitor all cameras in New York. Once Dino Baby or any similar creature is spotted, inform me immediately. Also, investigate the person he killed—”

“Sir, do you think he is not a single individual but part of a group?” JARVIS immediately understood Tony's meaning.

“The Earth’s environment could not naturally evolve such a creature. If he didn’t escape from some laboratory as a test subject, then he is likely from outer space,” Tony said.

“So, create another document for me, and name it ‘Extraterrestrial’!”