"Super soldier serum?"
Stark's eyes bulged. He wasn't a salted-fish like Saitama. Of course, he knew the importance of genetic awakening formulas. But to think Saitama just casually had one in hand!
"This should help your body. Might make you a little stronger. Just drink it." Saitama said calmly.
"Saitama…"
Stark stared deeply at him, then, without hesitation, downed the vial.
Gulp, gulp~~
The silver serum slid down his throat. At first it was cold, but soon his face flushed as if drunk. His entire body burned like a volcano.
It reminded him of the Extremis virus—eerily similar!
Deep in his genes, something locked suddenly shattered.
Dozens of seconds of painful growls later, Stark looked like he'd been dragged from a pool, drenched in sweat.
But his body had clearly changed.
Solid, powerful muscles. Lean, not bulky. His eyes deeper, sharper. He looked twenty years younger!
Super Soldier Stark!
He clenched his hand—crack! Bones popped with raw strength.
"The power… incredible! This thing's far stronger than Extremis!" Stark gasped, stunned and ecstatic.
Saitama gave him another look.
Name: Stark (No Mark Armor)
Hero Title: Iron Man, Super Soldier
Intelligence: 4
Strength: 4
Speed: 4
Endurance: 4
Energy Projection: 2
Combat Skills: 3
Note: T-type genetic serum grants full enhancement without glaring weaknesses.
"…Not bad. Looks like Banner's research really worked." Saitama nodded.
At that moment—
From outside the cell, footsteps echoed.
Extremis soldier Martin entered, radiating killing intent. His body burned with molten cracks, red eyes locked onto Stark.
"What's going on?" Martin glared at the two terrified henchmen.
"Boss, we—"
Crunch!
His blazing hand pierced straight through one minion's chest. The stench of charred flesh filled the air.
The henchman stared at his own impaled body before collapsing lifelessly.
"Useless trash!" Martin spat on the corpse, then sneered at Stark. "Killian ordered this—if you try to escape, we'll cut off your limbs."
As Extremis warriors, their strength and regeneration had been boosted beyond human limits. They were living weapons.
"Oh yeah? How about I cut off your head first?"
Reborn, full of energy, Stark bounced on his feet like a boxer, fists eager.
"By the way, Saitama—Rhodey's working on the Mark armor. But Killian's probably going for the President. You gonna handle that?"
Saitama looked skyward. Saturday Bargain quickly tagged Air Force One in his vision.
"…Alright. I'll leave this to you."
He shrugged. Saitama never ignored innocents in danger. And terror plots weren't something he could overlook.
The next instant, he vanished in a flash of lightning, leaving only a scorched crater behind.
"Saitama? Don't tell me… he's that One Punch Man? Stark Industries' so-called mascot?" someone muttered, finally recognizing him.
"Hey! Where are you looking?"
Stark's voice rang suddenly at Martin's ear.
Martin flinched, his body immediately blazing at 3000 degrees.
As molten warriors, bullets meant nothing to them. They were living volcano-men.
But—
Thunk!
In stunned silence, Martin's head fell to the floor, his face still frozen in shock.
Stark stood holding a bent iron bar.
"So, cut off the head and no regeneration, huh? Guess you're not that different from street punks after all." He smirked, twirling the bar.
Though he lacked their high heat and regeneration, the T-type serum's full-body boost gave Stark overwhelming strength without glaring flaws.
"Kill him!"
"Take Stark down!"
The remaining Extremis soldiers roared and lunged at once.
Meanwhile, ten thousand meters above—
Air Force One flew steadily, carrying the President and top officials.
"Mr. President, rest assured. Air Force One has the strongest endurance in the world. It can stay airborne for a year without landing, shielded even from nuclear blasts. Everything is normal—no abnormalities."
But in truth, the country was in chaos.
In just a week, Killian's terrorist network had carried out over a dozen bombings. Key officials kidnapped or killed. The military had suppressed the news, releasing only three confirmed cases.
"Killian… damn that bastard. I swear I'll—"
The President's face went pale mid-sentence.
Boom!
The conference room door twisted and blew apart.
There stood the Iron Patriot, shoulder-mounted Gatling gun aimed at everyone.
Behind him lay the corpses of guards and soldiers, blood pooling on the floor.
(End of Chapter)
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