Feng didn't have anything nice to wear and he didn't buy anything nice to where, he has been thinking a lot before this meeting... he has acess to a dimension where he could create infinite resources.
No not only that but normal mc stuff could actually benefit people from thos world, regeneration potions could bring back someones lost limbs, crops and farm mobs could potentially cure world hunger and more importantly... he could get rich just by realising even one of those ideas.
There were also a lot of life saving tools in the mc world, the most common being the totem of undying and the least a normal golden apple.
He could even try to enchant some weapons or suits for heroes but then again doing all that seemed stressful, though he was mostly alone in the mc world and that got lonely quickly but he was someone who does not like too much attention.
...Though, having a rich persons persona might get the justice league and other people off his back, it certainly won't get rid of bastet but it is what it is.
He arrived at the Waynes sattelite office without a hitch and entered in. His appearance immediately alerted a lot of people.
Who walks into a building like this wearing cosplay? That was the first thought that came into most of their minds. Anyways this was just a satellite office.
As he entered, he began to wonder why Lucius Fox was the person who picked up his call and the fact that he didn't deny Feng or even question where he got it.
Perhaps... maybe someone was spying on him, unlike the heroes, he had never tried hiding his identity but that was because there was nobody in this world he cared about that any villian would even capture.
Besides.... even if a Villain were to try that, they definitely haven't experienced the rage of a Minecrafter.
"Uh, hello do you have an appointment with anyone or...?" Suddenly the receptionist who saw Fengs strange dressing asked, her arm was an inch away from the emergency button under the desk.
Feng nodded and spoke with a smile. "Yes, I've come to meet Lucius Fox for a buisness deal."
The receptionist's eyes darted between Feng's crown, the cape with the pixelated wither, and the hand hovering near her alarm. She didn't look convinced, but the mention of a name as heavy as Lucius Fox usually warranted a verification check before summoning security.
"I... I see," she said, her voice tight. She tapped a few keys on her terminal. "One moment."
She didn't take her hand off the desk. Feng didn't blame her; he was definitely the strangest thing to enter a Wayne Enterprises office this decade. He leaned against the polished marble wall, idly rotating the gold bar he'd brought as a sample between his fingers—not the one he intended to sell, but a 'taster' to ensure they knew he wasn't pulling a prank.
A moment later, her demeanor shifted from defensive to baffled. "Sir, I'm... you're cleared to go up to the boardroom on the tenth floor. Mr. Fox is already waiting."
Feng gave her a polite nod, not mentioning that he'd seen her muscle tension decrease. "Thanks."
The elevator ride was quiet. As the doors slid open on the tenth floor, Feng stepped out into a sleek, minimalist space. Lucius Fox was standing by a long glass table, a tablet in his hand.
He looked up, and his eyes immediately scanned Feng—not with the suspicious intensity of a hero, but with the cool, analytical focus of a man who dealt in high-stakes engineering.
"Mr. Feng, I presume?" Lucius set the tablet down. "I
have to admit, you're exactly as the receptionist described. Though I've found that the most interesting people often don't bother with corporate dress codes."
"I find ties restrictive," Feng said, walking forward. "And my cape is more practical than a suit jacket."
Lucius offered a thin, amused smile. "I'll take your word for it. You mentioned an alloy. A sample?"
Feng reached into his pocket and placed the gold bar on the table with a soft, solid thud. It didn't clatter; it hit the surface with the dense, heavy sound of something that shouldn't be possible.
Lucius picked it up. He didn't use a magnifying glass. He didn't need to. He held it, turned it over, and felt the weight. He tapped a small scanner on the table, and a faint blue light washed over the gold.
The room was silent for a full ten seconds.
"Molecular perfection," Lucius whispered, the professional mask slipping just enough to show genuine, scientific awe. "Mr. Feng, I've spent my life pushing the boundaries of what materials can do, but this... this is a cheat code. Nature doesn't form gold this way. It doesn't even form it this way in a vacuum."
He looked up, his expression hardening into something sharper. "Who are you really, and how does someone who looks like... well, like you... come into possession of four more of these?"
Feng pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing his legs. "The who is a long story that involves a lot of lava and a very bad day. The how is proprietary. Let's focus on the what."
Feng leaned forward, his expression losing its playful edge. "I'm not just here to sell metal, Mr. Fox. I'm here because I need a favor. Metropolis is becoming a playground for people who think laws are just suggestions, and while I can handle myself, I'd prefer to do my 'mining' in peace."
"You want protection?" Lucius asked, his brow furrowing.
"No," Feng corrected. "I want a property. Somewhere with enough land for a project. And I want it to be legally impenetrable. If anyone—government, corporate, or otherwise—tries to peek over the fence, I want the full weight of Wayne Enterprises' legal team to make them regret the attempt. In exchange, I might be willing to supply you with more of this... 'theoretical' material. And maybe, if I'm feeling generous, some other resources that could change your R&D division forever."
Lucius leaned back, his mind clearly racing through the implications. A man who possessed the impossible, asking for a fortress to hide in.
"You're asking me to stick my neck out for a ghost," Lucius said.
"I'm asking you to invest in the most lucrative opportunity of the century," Feng countered. "So, do we have a deal?"
Feng was feeling out of his element, It had been long since he had negotiated like this, the last time was over a netherite ingot in an anarchy server where he had almost got hunted down by a swarm of players after buying it.
In the end, he got killed but not after killing three out of five of the players.
"I'll have to ask my superior about that but the gold... we can talk numbers, how about i offer you....."
...
Miles away in the sterile, high-tech lab of S.T.A.R. Labs, Barry Allen was having a very different kind of problem.
The Ender Pearl sat on a specialized containment platform. It was pulsing. Not with radiation, but with a rhythmic, low-frequency hum that seemed to vibrate the very air in the room.
"Cisco," Barry called out, not taking his eyes off the object. "Are you getting this?"
Cisco Ramon leaned over the console, his eyebrows drawn into a tight knot. "Getting what? Barry, the readings are a mess. The energy signature is all over the place. It's like this thing is constantly trying to calibrate a coordinate system, but the coordinates don't exist in our universe."
Barry reached out a finger, hovering just an inch from the smooth, purple surface. "When I was in his world... in that Minecraft place... I felt it. When I held it, I didn't just feel like I was holding an object. I felt like I was holding a doorway."
"A doorway to where?" Cisco asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"I don't know," Barry said. "But Feng said if I threw it, I'd teleport. And just now, when it started pulsing... the lights in the lab flickered. My speed force levels? They spiked for a microsecond. Like the pearl was trying to feed on the static electricity in the air."
Cisco looked at Barry dead in the eyes. "Alright then we should just seal it in a safe place before something bad happens
"Seal it?" Barry scoffed, a rare note of genuine frustration in his voice. "Cisco, look at the sensor read-downs. It's not just feeding on static—it's replicating. The density of the object has increased by three percent in the last ten minutes, and the mass is coming from nowhere. If we lock it in a safe, we're just building a bigger bomb."
Cisco tapped rapidly on his keyboard, his face pale. "Wait, you're right. The gravitational pull is fluctuating. It's trying to sync with... something. A heartbeat? I don't know, but it's looking for its owner."
"Feng," Barry muttered. "He called it an Ender Pearl. He treated it like a tool, something you could just... throw away and replace. He has no idea what he's dealing with, or maybe he knows exactly what it is and he's just that detached from reality."
Barry looked at the pulsing violet orb. "I need to talk to him again. I need to know what happens if this thing 'syncs' with the wrong world."
"Then are you going to Supermans Turf? he would probably ask what you're doing in his city." Cisco said quite casually, heroes were a bit protective of their territories and the only way they would allow another hero to interfere was either because their villian is in their city or they just came to visit with their human personas.
Barry sighed, leaning against the glass of the containment unit. "Superman and I have an understanding. Besides, the energy signature this thing is emitting... if it hits critical mass, it won't just be Metropolis. It'll be a localized breach. It's a multiversal hazard, Cisco. I'm not asking for permission to patrol; I'm going for damage control."
He adjusted his red suit, the fabric straining slightly as he prepared to vibrate. "I'll drop by the Daily Planet office. If he's the 'Overworld King,' he's probably looking for a base or a way to stay under the radar. Maybe Clark can tell me where he is."
Back at the Wayne Enterprises satellite office.
"Ten million for all four bars." A reasonable price in his eyes.
Feng thought about it, fourty million wasn't a bad deal and he didn't even need to worry about the market crashing since it was Wayne Enterprises that was paying.
Bruce was rich, he would not feel anything if he were to lose forty Million. "That's not a bad deal but I might not use it now, I don't intend to stay in one place all the time and I am rarely seen once i begin to work on my.... projects."
Although Lucius was curious as to what his projects were, he nodded and ignored it. "Very well, I'll place the money inside a spare card you can use."
Feng nodded and then thought of another thing. "Say... If i could solve things like world hunger and cancer, how much money doing think i could make."
"Please don't joke about that, everyone in the world are still trying to figure that out, I doubt you could do that even if you found something like that." Lucius said with a smile, he was underestimating Feng.
Fengs lips twitched, if he wanted he could even sell them an entire minecraft world for them to use, seeing his interface it seemed he could make an almost infinite amount of worlds..
Actually selling Minecraft world seemed to be a direction he could take....
But not now, he was not going to refute Lucius's words, at the current moment he indeed didn't have anything that could cure cancer and didn't even create an automatic megafarm.
But then he remembered the golden apple which could cure Zombie villagers once they were hit with a weakness potion.
...Maybe that would work.
"At the moment, sure but if you give me some time, I do guarantee that I can cure cancer and even solve world hunger." Feng confidently stated.