Chapter 3297 - Ch: 36-43

36Haha, everything that's mine is mine!

Hahaha, it's all mine, it's all mine!

Shocking!

Oscorp Tower suffered a terrorist attack, and an explosion destroyed the Osborn Group's secret laboratory.

Shocking!

The Osborn Group conducted a horrific experiment, and the experimental subject has escaped and destroyed the laboratory!

Shocking!

Oscorp Tower has become our city's 'Leaning Tower of Pisa.' Thank them for their contributions to science... News spread rapidly across all New York media, and various inexplicable rumors poured in.

As for which are true and which are deliberate smears by rival companies, that remains unclear.

But one thing is certain.

Norman Osborn is very angry right now.

He sat in his luxurious RV, looking through the window at the visibly leaning Oscorp Tower, his teeth chattering with rage.

Which bastard destroyed his lab? And with high explosives, no less!

The lab being destroyed is one thing, but even the foundation was affected, and the entire Oscorp Tower is crooked. Now, industry insiders call him 'Freefall Osborn,' it's infuriating!

Fortunately, the construction team back then didn't cut corners; it wasn't a shoddy project, or it would have collapsed by now.

But even so, the building still needs to be torn down and rebuilt.

That Hand organization is also useless. They said they would watch over the experimental subject and nothing would go wrong, but a few days later, they almost destroyed the entire building.

However, Osborn never puts all his hope in one person or organization.

He had already secretly drawn a tube of the experimental subject's blood; that Hand organization can go to hell.

Osborn looked at the middle-aged man in the RV with only one arm and said gently:

Dr. Connors, I'll leave the next phase of research to you. At least based on the current experimental data, your research direction should be correct.

Connors nodded, his face full of excitement: "The special serum you provided is excellent. We're just a few stability tests away, and the serum we need will be successful."

He glanced at his empty right arm, his heart growing more agitated. Soon, very soon, his severed arm would regenerate.

Osborn was equally excited. The genetic disease that plagued his entire family might truly be resolved... In the Villa.

Loya quietly read today's newspaper. When he saw that Oscorp Tower had become the 'Leaning Tower of Pisa,' he twitched his mouth, expressing regret. He had thought only a few windows were broken last night.

Putting down the newspaper, he glanced at his watch. It was already eleven o'clock at night.

Then it's about time.

He put on his invisibility cloak, jumped out the window, and flew with the Wind Control Swordsmanship to the mission location.

Soon, he arrived at the mission location—Fisk Construction Company.

This is Wilson Fisk's, no, Kingpin's legitimate company, mainly used for money laundering.

In the public eye, he is a successful entrepreneur and philanthropist.

In the shadows, he is New York's underground crime emperor, ruthless and cruel.

A typical two-faced hypocrite.

This building is heavily guarded.

Not only are there security personnel patrolling the entrance, but there are also plainclothes security guards discreetly monitoring the surroundings, preventing all possible situations.

Such tight security indicates this guy has something to hide.

But this doesn't faze Loya; he can not only fly but also has an invisibility cloak.

He flew to the rooftop with Wind Control Swordsmanship and silently infiltrated the building.

The interior of the building was also heavily guarded, with cameras in every corner, monitoring every location comprehensively and without blind spots.

But none of this mattered to Loya. Wearing his invisibility cloak, he swaggered in.

He had done infiltration missions like this before, but back then, his infiltration ability was quite poor. Usually, he would just eliminate all the guards; if no one saw him, it was a perfect infiltration.

Now with Wind Control Swordsmanship and the invisibility cloak, infiltration is a piece of cake.

Loya's gaze swept across the offices, finally settling on the room at the end, where the nameplate read 'CEO's Office'.

If you want to know where the account books are most likely to be, it's naturally Kingpin's office.

He gently twisted the doorknob; it wasn't locked.

As soon as he entered, Loya felt much more refreshed, a sign of his attributes increasing.

The reason was naturally the 'Furniture City's Brave One' ability.

It was only reasonable for a grand CEO's office to have more furniture.

Loya quickly scanned the room, his gaze soon drawn to the sofa in the center of the room.

He was startled: "Holy crap, what a huge gut."

A bald, burly man lay on the sofa, breathing evenly, clearly asleep.

His bulging belly almost burst through his loose pajamas.

"Kingpin? Is this guy really that simple? Sleeping on the company sofa?"

Loya was greatly shocked, no less than when he heard a certain billionaire say he didn't love money in his previous life.

But then he thought, Kingpin has a luxurious mansion he isn't using, yet he insists on sleeping in the CEO's office. Clearly, there must be something important here.

Loya moved stealthily around the room, making no sound, carefully checking every corner, and finally focusing on a painting on the wall.

The painting itself was nothing special, but the frame was very unique, appearing to be made of pure gold. And placing a safe behind a picture frame seemed to be standard practice for these big bosses.

Loya carefully removed the picture frame.

As expected, there was a secret compartment behind the frame, with a silver safe the length and width of a forearm embedded inside.

The safe had a password lock, a fingerprint lock, and facial recognition—triple security. It clearly contained important items and would be very difficult to crack.

But what did that matter to Loya?

He placed his hand on the safe and directly moved it into his system inventory. He was here to steal the account books, not just to take the account books.

With the mission item acquired, it was time to plan his revenge on Kingpin.

Killing Kingpin was not within Loya's consideration.

This guy still had many missions that hadn't been triggered yet; killing him would be too much of a loss. It's better for him to be alive until his value is completely squeezed out.

Just like Bullseye before, Loya originally wanted to keep him for missions, but he insisted on posting a mission to kill him, so then, no apologies.

Anyway, this big fat guy can only rage impotently by posting bounties on the dark web, which has no effect on Loya's life and even provides some entertainment.

"Hmm, am I also a capitalist in some sense with this approach?"

Loya shook his head, suppressing the strange thoughts. He had thought of what to do.

As the saying goes, killing is inferior; attacking the heart is superior. Today, he would make Kingpin truly 'enjoy' himself.

His gaze fell upon the expensive furniture in the office.

"This chair is nice, crocodile leather, right?"

"Holy cow, a diamond as big as a goose egg? It's practically blinding me."

"This agate, blood-red, clearly very precious."

"Hahaha, it's mine, it's all mine now!"

Every piece of furniture Loya touched was taken into his system inventory.

Soon, the entire CEO's office, except for the sofa Kingpinwas lying on, had all its furniture and items taken by Loya, leaving the office looking extremely empty.

This wasn't over yet. Loya took out a pen and wrote a conspicuous line of text on the floor.

"Fatty, you blew up my house, so I took your furniture. Remember to prepare more good stuff next time, or I'll spray hair growth serum on your bald head. Also, your security really sucks."

At the end, he also drew an exaggerated clown face.

After writing, Loya took out his phone and took ten terrible-angle, 'fatal' photos of Kingpin.

After taking the photos, he put away his phone and chuckled, "Big bald Kingpin, you're going to be famous~"

37A crow flies an airplane!

Crow sits on a plane!

The next day, just after six in the morning.

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Kingpin opened his eyes on time.

As a big shot in both the underworld and the legitimate world, he had many things to plan.

For example, how to maintain his persona today, where to do charity work, and when to send people to kill competitors, all required time to arrange.

He also had to hone his physique and fighting skills, so his daily routine was extremely regular.

He got up from the sofa as usual, still groggy, and reached for the Water on the coffee table.

However, when he clearly saw the scene in the room, he was incredulous and instantly sobered up.

He suddenly stood up, scanning his surroundings in disbelief.

Empty, completely empty!

The entire office, except for the sofa he was sitting on, was completely devoid of furniture and items, not a single hair remained.

He subconsciously looked up at where the painting used to be, and his pupils contracted sharply.

The safe was gone, so the ledger must be gone too!

That was the ledger of transactions with The Hand, and it was of great importance.

Kingpin felt a little dizzy, and as he lowered his head, he happened to see a line of words on the floor.

Boom!

His mind felt as if it had been struck by a heavy blow. He, who had always been emotionless, now had an extremely distorted expression and roared:

"It's you again, you damned guy! I'm going to kill you!"

Kingpin knew who did it the moment he saw the words. It was the guy who killed his subordinate Bullseye and repeatedly disrupted his plans. He didn't expect him to come for revenge.

After a brief moment of anger, an uncontrollable fear surged into his heart.

Kingpin swallowed, cold sweat instantly drenched his entire body, and he plopped down on the sofa, his eyes filled with terror and bewilderment.

He didn't understand how Mysterious person had taken the furniture or how he had avoided the security's attention.

But those things weren't that important anymore.

What was important was that if Mysterious person could silently infiltrate the company and silently move the furniture, then he could also silently kill him.

This was very bad news, and it was the closest Kingpinhad ever been to death.

Mysterious person's strength far exceeded his imagination.

Kingpin took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. Since it had already happened, he had to find a way to solve it. Fear was the most useless emotion.

He reached for his chest. Fortunately, the communicator was still there. Opening it, he said, "James, come up here alone."

Soon, James Wesley, dressed in a high-end suit and with elegant demeanor, appeared at the door.

As Kingpin's most trusted strategist and personal assistant, he was always on standby.

"Mr. Fisk, I'm here."

"Come in."

Kingpin's voice was very steady, as if nothing had happened.

James pushed the door open and entered. When he saw the situation before him, he felt as if an electric current had passed through his body, and his hair stood on end.

He quickly walked to Kingpin and swallowed, "Mr. Fisk, this is...?"

At this moment, he also saw the words at Kingpin's feet, and his body stiffened instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Kingpin was expressionless and spoke calmly, "This was done by the guy who killed Bullseye."

James's pupils trembled, and he instantly thought of a countermeasure: "Mr. Fisk, I suggest canceling all future appointments and going to a safe house for a while. Work here can be done remotely."

Kingpin had the same idea. He nodded, "First, add another 30 million U.S. dollars to the bounty for that guy, and use all our connections to investigate everyone who has passed by the company in the past few days. I must have him dead!"

"Alright." James nodded, quickly left, and soon returned with a laptop, starting to operate on the dark web in front of Kingpin.

But when he logged into the dark web and saw what was on it, he felt as if all the bones had been drawn out of his body, and he went limp, almost collapsing.

Kingpin noticed this and leaned over to look.

The next moment, his entire face and neck visibly turned red, blood vessels instantly filled his eyes, accompanied by heavy gasping, as if he was about to faint.

On the webpage, there was a sales listing.

[For Sale: Wilson Fisk private photo album,'Sound Asleep' edition]

What made his blood pressure spike even more was that on the cover, his bald head was Photoshopped with a pair of pink cat ears, making him look incredibly ugly.

Below this sales listing was an advertisement for a complete set of Wilson Fisk's office furniture, 99% new, no haggling, self-pickup.

Kingpin's eyes were wide with Fury, his lungs almost exploding with rage. He scanned his surroundings, wanting to smash something to vent his anger, but found nothing to smash.

"Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

He could only roar repeatedly in the room, raging impotently.

Years of habit quickly brought Kingpin back to calmness.

After taking a few deep breaths, his expression became cold and calm, as if nothing had happened, sitting on the sofa, but anyone with an discerning eye could see his suppressed rage.

Kingpin looked at James, speaking very quickly: "We're going to the safe house immediately. Also, contact The Hand and tell them to speed up the Super Serumexperiments."

"And here..." James pointed at the marks on the ground, his face pale.

Kingpin showed a cold smile: "Seal this room. I want to remember this humiliation forever."

He clenched his fists, his eyes cruel: "I will catch him and make him come here to lick every inch of these marks clean!"

..."Today is a good day~"

Loya hummed a cheerful tune while driving.

On the passenger seat lay a ledger, which was Kingpin's ledger.

After returning to the Villa last night, he used the most traditional lock-picking method to open the safe, which contained only this ledger, recording Kingpin's transactions with The Hand.

Of course, Loya's happiness wasn't just from obtaining the mission item and getting fierce revenge on Kingpin.

It was because he hadn't expected that his "Kingpin Private Photo Album," priced at ten thousand U.S. dollars each, had already been paid for by over a hundred people, directly earning him over a million U.S. dollars.

Kingpin, this guy, had quite a few enemies from his public identity. He believed that the great entrepreneur Fisk would soon be trending in the media.

Before long, he arrived at the agreed location with Pierce.

Pierce was seen walking leisurely, dressed in casual clothes.

He took the ledger Loya handed him, gave a thumbs-up, and praised: "Loya, you did very well. This is your first mission after joining us, and the bonus will be doubled."

With that, Pierce walked away leisurely with his hands behind his back, looking like an old man out for a stroll.

"Whoa!" Loya looked surprised. "As expected of the Hydraleader, he's so generous with money. Fury, oh Fury, you should learn from him."

[Mission'Steal Ledger' completed]

[Reward: Experience Points +1000, Pierce's Favorability +5, Item 'Character Ability Sticker']

[Character Ability Sticker: A blank sticker that, when placed on the forehead, randomly displays a character's image and grants memories of that character's most proficient ability. The sticker disappears after use.]

"This item..."

Loya carefully read the description and understood the item's effect.

Simply put, it gives half an ability.

Because abilities rewarded by the system are directly max level and can be used perfectly.

However, the ability from the sticker is just a memory of an ability.

As is well known, knowing and applying are two different things.

It's like memorizing a math formula by rote; you remember it, but you might not be able to use it, or use it well.

Moreover, the upper and lower limits of this sticker are very wide, purely relying on luck.

Back at the Villa, Loya washed his hands and muttered to himself, "I don't ask for a powerful memory, just one that's useful."

No choice, he was too scared.

He took out the sticker and placed it on his forehead. The blank sticker flashed with a faint light, and instantly, the image of a red-haired muscular man appeared.

Loya was stunned, looking at the familiar figure in his memory, and blurted out, "Crow sits on a plane?"

38kind Obadaia

Kind Obadiah

Peter: "Brother Luo, I want to ask you a question. I have a friend who likes a girl, and I want to help him ask how he should pursue her."

[Peter has issued a quest to you]

[Quest: Love Guidance]

[Objective: Help Peter take the first step]

[Reward: EXP +500, Peter's Favorability +5]

Loya picked up his phone, saw the message Peter had sent, and immediately chuckled. He couldn't believe there was such an easy, free quest.

He typed back: "That made me laugh. The classic 'I have a friend' line—aren't you talking about yourself?"

Peter: "No, it really is a friend of mine. I'm just helping him ask."

Loya wore a mischievous grin and tapped rapidly on his phone screen: "Just ask her out on a date directly."

Peter: "!!!"

"Brother Luo, it's really not me, it's my friend."

Still making excuses!

Loya laughed and typed back: "The fastest way to pursue a girl is to be straightforward—confess and ask her out directly."

Peter: "Really? But there is a huge gap in their family backgrounds."

Loya decided to turn up the heat and said something shocking:

"Are you going to be a coward forever? Just watch her be with someone else? Become someone else's wife? Have children with someone else? Living happily together? And then you, all alone, swinging through the city on spider webs fighting crime, only to come home to cold pizza, is that it?"

The other side was silent for a while before sending a message: "Brother Luo, it's really my friend."

Loya's face flushed with annoyance. Why was this kid such a coward? It seemed that in the original plot, it was Gwenwho took the initiative.

He thought for a moment and typed: "Are you going or not? If you don't go, I'm blocking you."

On the other end, Peter felt his hair stand on end as he looked at the message. He understood that if he didn't be brave, he would not only lose a benefactor and a great brother, but he might also lose his happiness.

He gathered his courage and looked at Gwen, who was packing up her books: "Gwen, this weekend, I was wondering... would you like to visit the Museum of Natural History with me?"

After saying this, Peter's face turned bright red, and he subconsciously rubbed the back of his neck.

Gwen looked up, surprised. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes curving into crescents, filled with smiles: "You finally said it."

Peter's eyes instantly lit up.

...

About 10 minutes later, the system prompt rang in Loya's ears, and he received a text message at the same time.

[Quest 'Love Guidance' completed]

[Reward: EXP +500, Peter's Favorability +5]

Peter: "Thanks, Brother Luo. My friend succeeded in asking her out. Next time, I'll treat you to a big meal."

Loya was speechless. The system prompt had already arrived, yet he was still making excuses. He typed: "Alright, go have fun. I have to go make some money."

Two days had passed since he took the Kingpin's ledger. Loya had received a request from Tony Stark last night for medical treatment, but he would only know exactly what to do once he arrived.

It is worth mentioning that the Kingpin had indeed become famous. Thanks to the machinations of interested parties, his photos and misfortunes were spreading wildly across major media outlets.

The stock price of the Kingpin's company had also fallen significantly.

The reason was that in his identity as Wilson Fisk, he ostensibly owned a security company.

But now, as the boss of a security company, not only had everything in his office been stolen, but even photos of him sleeping had been taken and put up for sale on the dark web.

Who would dare trust such a security company? They couldn't even protect their own belongings, let alone protect others.

Of course, there were some who criticized the thief; after all, the Kingpin was ostensibly a philanthropist.

An even larger portion of people were curious about who the thief was.

To be able to move furniture while someone was asleep, take photos, and not alert anyone was unbelievable.

If the Kingpin's photos and furniture hadn't leaked, no one would believe it was real; it was simply a fantasy.

Some meddlesome media outlets even gave the thief a name: "The Private-Photo Home-Invading Thief."

This infuriated Loya. What kind of shitty name was that? He really wanted to burn down the media outlet that came up with it.

However, this wasn't the biggest trending topic. The highest level of attention was still on our Marvel Kryptonian—Tony Stark.

His exploits of wearing iron armor and fighting crime everywhere had been trending for a long time, and everyone was curious about who was under the armor.

Once he revealed his identity, he believed that the stock price of Stark Industries would surely skyrocket.

As for little Spider-Man, his popularity wasn't that high yet.

Soon, Loya arrived at Tony Stark's seaside Villa on time.

Pepper was the one to greet him. She was very happy when she first saw Loya, but her expression turned somewhat awkward.

She said apologetically: "Doctor, Tony's uncle, ObadiahStane, has arrived, and they are having some arguments. If Obadiah mentions you, please forgive him. He only has Tony's best interests at heart; he just hasn't seen your medical skills."

Finally, Pepper added: "If he insults you, we will pay you extra."

Loya had originally wanted to say a few words, but upon hearing about the extra money, he silently closed his mouth.

Since they mentioned paying extra, what else was there to say? Making money was nothing to be ashamed of.

Sure enough, before he even reached Tony's room, he heard an unusually intense argument.

"Tony, you are willing to trust a doctor who only treated your kidney deficiency, but you aren't willing to trust me?"

Obadiah Stane's voice was exceptionally loud, making one's eardrums tight, and it carried a sense of suppressed anger.

Tony's voice followed, his tone full of confusion: "Uncle Obadiah, I am no longer a child. I am an adult now. Don't I have the right to decide who treats me?"

"No, this is different." Obadiah Stane's attitude was firm. "Removing the shrapnel is too dangerous. It requires a doctor with enough experience. The doctor I found has presided over hundreds of surgeries without a single failure; he is absolutely qualified."

His voice carried a hint of emotion: "Child, I watched you grow up. I must protect your safety. Otherwise, how could I face Howard? Just listen to me."

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately triggered Tony's rebellious psychology. He frowned and said heavily: "Uncle, I have my own choices."

Upon hearing this, a trace of imperceptible ruthlessness flashed in Obadiah Stane's eyes, but his face revealed a look of sorrow. He patted Tony on the shoulder and sighed:

"Sigh, children grow up and will always want to soar on their own."

At this moment, Pepper arrived with Loya.

Obadiah Stane saw the stranger, Loya, at a glance, and an arrogant look of a superior immediately appeared on his face as he questioned:

"You are the doctor who treated Tony before?"

"It's me." Loya replied expressionlessly, a flash of doubt crossing his eyes.

He had just heard that Tony was going to have surgery. Wasn't Obadiah Stane hoping for Tony to die? Why would he recommend a good doctor? Did he change his personality? Or... did he have other malicious intentions?

Seeing that Loya showed no expression of respect, Obadiah Stane felt even more displeased and spoke coldly: "Do you know the difficulty of the surgery? Do you have experience with surgery? Do you have the qualifications?"

Loya remained expressionless and retorted bluntly: "Am I the doctor or are you? With the time you spend pointing fingers, you might as well go research some hair growth tonic to treat your bald head."

"You..."

Obadiah Stane instantly flushed with anger. Just as he was about to demonstrate his ability to lecture others, Tony, who was struggling to hold back his laughter, quickly stepped in to stop him.

He stood between the two of them, looking at ObadiahStane with a smile: "Uncle, calm down. Don't worry, I will consider it again. How about I treat you to barbecue tonight?"

A strange light flickered in Obadiah Stane's eyes. He glared fiercely at Loya before looking kindly at Tony: "Alright, I'll bring a bottle of fine wine then. It will definitely leave you wanting more."

39Trigger the main storyline boss

Triggering the main storyline boss.

After seeing Obadiah off, Tony looked at Loya with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry. My uncle only has my best interests at heart. I'll add an extra amount to the medical fee for the offense he caused just now."

Thinking of the scene earlier, a smile appeared on his face. "You're the first person who's dared to call him bald. Impressive, truly impressive."

Loya spread his hands helplessly. "An amateur trying to lecture a professional. If he had said a few more words, you would have found out how the 'Fighting Master' on my resume came to be. Giving him a piece of my mind was already showing you a lot of respect."

Tony's mouth twitched. He actually had considered that; he was worried Loya would go and beat up Obadiah. He had a gut feeling that Loya was definitely capable of such a thing.

"Alright, don't worry about that. Weren't you about to have surgery to remove the shrapnel?" Loya asked, already feeling a bit impatient.

After earning a handsome commission from Tony, he could go back and enchant his items.

Sigh, once you enter the deep sea of enchanting, money becomes a complete stranger...

Tony nodded. "I do need to remove the shrapnel, but not by you."

"What?" Loya was somewhat surprised. "Then what did you call me here for?"

Tony awkwardly stretched his neck, revealing the dense black patterns on it.

Obviously, it was palladium poisoning again, and it was only slightly less severe than last time.

"Since the last time you treated me, I thought for a while but couldn't find a solution, and then..."

He looked at Pepper, who shyly turned her head away.

"Then, well, you know. Plus some of my own research, it accelerated the process. I'd like to ask you to detoxify me again."

After saying that, Tony couldn't help but recall the last detoxification process.

If it weren't absolutely necessary, he really didn't want to experience that kind of diarrhea again. It felt like his butt didn't even belong to him anymore.

Loya was quite speechless.

Just how high-intensity was that 'exercise'?

But thinking about it carefully, it seemed quite reasonable.

Recently, the most frequent news in New York was about Iron Man busting some criminal gang or saving innocent people somewhere.

This guy Tony was being a hero both outside and in bed. With the arc reactor running at such high intensity, it would be strange if he didn't get palladium poisoningagain.

After all, that previous bottle of Detoxifying Milk couldn't maintain long-term effects.

Loya rubbed his chin. "So you're saying that after I detoxify you, you'll find someone else to remove the shrapnel?"

Tony nodded, revealing the arc reactor in his chest.

"The shrapnel is very close to my heart. This surgery is extremely dangerous. Since your resume doesn't show any surgical experience, I didn't plan on having you do it."

He shrugged. "After Uncle Obadiah found out I was going to have the shrapnel removed, he immediately came to recommend his Doctor. I really don't like this feeling of being controlled, so I lied and told him you were doing it."

"Actually," Loya said with a smile, "my surgical skills are also World-class. Performing your surgery would be more than enough."

Tony's face was full of suspicion. "You have such skills, yet you didn't put them on your resume?"

Loya waved his hand. "I'm not one to show off. As long as it's enough for my needs, it's fine."

Tony's mouth twitched. How could he believe that?

What kind of decent person would put things like 'Fighting Master' on a Doctor's resume?

But this matter concerned his very life, so he had to be extremely cautious. "Are you telling the truth?"

"Hey," Loya smiled confidently, "have you forgotten how effective my first two treatments were? Why would I lie to you? If you die, who will I get money from?"

Tony thought about it carefully; it did seem to make sense.

The first two treatments were surprisingly effective, setting aside the kidney deficiency matter.

The treatment for palladium poisoning was truly astounding. He never expected that a simple bottle of milk could do something like that.

During those days, he even started to doubt whether it was a scientific method at all.

In fact, before seeking help from Loya, Tony had tried drinking milk until his belly was about to burst, but it was useless.

"Then name a time. I can prepare the best surgical equipment for you."

He was actually quite willing to let Loya treat him. Although this guy's treatment methods were very strange, the results were unexpectedly strong. It was better to trust Loya than other Doctors.

The shrapnel was still in his chest, and he couldn't find a solution for the arc reactor. It couldn't stay like this forever; he had to give Pepper a future.

Loya shook a finger. "There's no need for all that trouble. Your medical room will do. Two scalpels are enough."

"Huh?"

Tony was dazed. What did he mean by just two scalpels? What about the dissection?

Pepper was also dazed. A surgery that every Doctor they consulted said had a very low success rate sounded like child's play coming from Loya.

Well, under Tony and Pepper's puzzled gazes, Loyachanged his tune.

"This surgery isn't as difficult as you think. I've seen your medical room before; it's enough."

Ultimately, Tony still chose to believe Loya.

[Tony has issued a mission to you]

[Mission: Radical Cure]

[Objective: Resolve the shrapnel crisis in Tony's chest]

[Rewards: EXP +2000, Tony's Favorability +20, Random Item *2]

Inside the medical room, Loya removed the last surveillance camera.

Tony lay on the operating table, swallowed hard, and looked at Loya with a hint of fear. "Doctor, is there something shameful about the surgery? Why do you have to remove the cameras?"

Loya turned around and shook his head, his mouth curling up slightly. "My treatment method is unprecedented and will never be repeated. I'm not letting you record it because I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."

"Uh... alright. When do we start?" Tony took a few deep breaths.

"We're starting now." Loya walked over with a sinister grin, his wrists cracking as he twisted them.

"Wait!" Tony's eyes were full of confusion. "No anesthesia?"

"I'm giving it to you. I'll give you 'Fist-esthesia' right now."

Bang!

Loya landed a precise punch on the back of Tony's neck just as he was getting up. Tony went limp and lay back on the operating table, knocked out by the 'Fist-esthesia'.

"Not bad. Ah Fu's memories are really good."

His ability to knock Tony out so precisely was thanks to that previous 'Character Skill Sticker'.

The sticker had given him the ability memories of 'Ah Fu' from Jackie Chan Adventures.

Despite how much trash this character talked and how weak he might seem, his abilities were actually very practical.

Ah Fu's ability was actually martial arts combat... and well, a bit of trash talk.

And within this martial arts combat, it naturally included various power techniques, fighting styles, knowledge of pressure points, and where to strike to make someone lose their ability to resist quickly.

It could be said that Loya was now a theoretical martial arts master. As for actual combat, he still needed more practice to apply it effectively.

Without further ado, Loya walked up to Tony, lifted his shirt, and reached out to pull the arc reactor out first.

He set the arc reactor aside and reached out to rip the arc reactor's mounting device straight out.

Pfft!

Because the movement was too rough, an artery was damaged, and blood sprayed out like a fountain, instantly reaching dozens of centimeters high.

Tony's eyelids flickered as if he were about to wake up, but he passed out again due to the massive bleeding.

"Oops, used too much force."

Loya looked at the fountain of blood from Tony's chest, not panicking in the slightest.

He placed a finger on Tony, and the blue light of the Horse Talisman flashed for an instant.

The blood instantly returned to its place, the shrapnel inside the chest was automatically squeezed out, and that terrifying large hole healed instantly without leaving a single trace.

Loya wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead and sighed softly. "Good thing my operations are top-notch; my skills are superior."

"My God! The 'general anesthesia' you meant was 'Fist-esthesia'!"

Tony also woke up, his consciousness still stuck at the moment he was punched.

Opening his eyes and seeing Loya smiling at him, he was momentarily dazed. "Uh... was I... dreaming?"

Loya pointed at Tony. "The surgery is over. See how it is."

"What?" Tony squinted. He felt like only a few minutes had passed. He looked down at his chest and was instantly overwhelmed with joy.

The arc reactor had been removed, and his body felt no discomfort. On the contrary, he felt incredibly refreshed, as if all his previous minor ailments were cured, and the large hole in his chest had healed.

The big hole in his chest healed too!?

When Tony realized that the hole in his chest had actually healed, he was shocked beyond measure.

Is this even still medicine?

He touched his chest with his hand, confirming it had truly healed, feeling even more incredible.

This is too unbelievable!

Can surgery really do this? How could it heal so fast?

Incredible!

A miracle!

Tony turned his gaze toward Loya. "How... how was this done?"

Loya crossed his arms and talked nonsense with a calm face. "I used a bit of my ancestral secret potion. It's extremely precious. It not only heals wounds and eliminates poisoning but also repairs your body's previous damage. Just give me 30 million in total."

"Fine, fine, fine."

Tony nodded repeatedly. 30 million was nothing. Now he really had no more life-threatening crisis; life is priceless.

He hurried out of bed and ran outside the medical room, where he saw a worried Pepper.

Seeing Tony come out, Pepper asked in confusion, "Why did you come out after only five minutes? Do you need something? I'll have it brought over immediately."

"No, no, my Pepper." Tony gently placed Pepper's hand on his chest.

Feeling the skin that was as good as new, Pepper's eyes widened instantly, her face full of disbelief. "This... this..."

She didn't know how to express this emotion. After thanking Loya, she hugged Tony and cried her heart out, her tears wetting his chest.

[Mission 'Radical Cure' completed]

[Rewards: EXP +2000, Tony's Favorability +20, Item 'honesty bean paste bun', Item 'tracking compass']

[honesty bean paste bun: After swallowing, one will uncontrollably speak only the truth for one minute (recovers after 24 hours)]

[tracking compass: Place an item or body tissue the target has been in close contact with, and the needle will point to the target's location]

Amidst their profuse thanks, Loya left the Villa.

After Loya left, Tony hugged Pepper and said:

"I've already sent Happy to the company headquarters to plug in a virus USB. Once I hack into the headquarters and find the mastermind who attacked me, we can do some of our own things."

...Night fell.

Tony sat on the beach, typing quickly on his computer keyboard, with Pepper grilling meat nearby.

"Success. As if this could stop me."

Tony successfully hacked into Stark Industriesheadquarters.

"Jarvis, help me organize the abnormal weapon loading list from the headquarters, as well as various hidden encrypted files."

After giving the command, he went to eat barbecue.

"Certainly, sir."

Jarvis fully utilized its artificial intelligence and soon compiled the most critical encrypted file. "Mr. Stark, I think you should see this. It concerns Mr. Obadiah."

Tony drank a glass of beer, sat down at the computer, and opened the folder.

When he saw the contents inside, an uncontrollable anger appeared on his face. It turned out all of this was because of Obadiah.

This elder who had watched him grow up was even helping him find a Doctor today. He was truly hypocritical to the extreme.

Suddenly, Tony thought of something and said in a panic, "Pepper, call Happy quickly. He's in danger!"

Before his voice could fade, a whistling sound suddenly rang out in the sky. A huge dark shadow approached rapidly from the distance.

Bang!

The dark shadow landed; it was a massive Mecha. Tony didn't even reach its waist.

And in the Mecha's hand, it was holding the unconscious Happy and a bottle of wine.

Obadiah's crazed voice came from within. "Tony, I've come to have a drink with you. Want Happy? Hand over the arc reactor obediently and submit to me. I'll show you the true direction of Mecha."

Tony looked on in anger. This Mecha was very similar to his Mark I, the difference being that there was no arc reactor in the chest, but instead two oversized special batteries on its back.

But... was that really enough to power such a large Mecha?

...Meanwhile, in another Villa.

Loya was eating hot pot, happily pouring money into the enchanting table, when he heard a system notification in his ear.

[Main storyline boss 'iron monger Obadiah Stane' triggered]

[Introduction: Flesh is weak, mechanical ascension? The answer is both. A semi-biological, semi-mechanical combat suit powered by Obadiah.]

[Objective: Subdue Obadiah]

[Note: This is a main storyline boss and will drop special items]

[Rewards: EXP +10000, Random Item *2, Random Skill *1, Dungeon BOSS Entrance Ticket *1]

"Main storyline BOSS?"

"Dungeon BOSS Entrance Ticket?"

Loya's eyes lit up. He quickly put down his chopsticks and vanished in a flash.

40Tony, I'm here to help you!

On the beach, the sea breeze blew quietly.

Soothing music lingered in the ears, and the aroma of roasted meat filled the entire beach.

This was clearly a warm scene, but the peace and beauty were completely destroyed by a steel behemoth.

Standing nearly five meters tall, its solid, thick alloy plates reflected a cold light. The massive custom battery on its back didn't look bloated; instead, it made the steel behemoth appear even more heavy and domineering.

Scorching air currents emanated from the joints, causing the air temperature to rise by several degrees. A suffocating sense of pressure rushed toward them.

Tony stared fixedly at the steel behemoth's crimson mechanical eyes, trembling with rage: "You damn copycat, that's my Mark I!"

The steel behemoth before him was essentially a replica of the Mark I he had built in the desert. Aside from being larger and having two extra batteries, it was almost identical.

Obadiah Stane's hoarse, crazed voice came through the speakers: "Child, what do you mean your Mark I? Do you have proof? This is my Mark I—no, it's called the iron monger now!"

He sighed softly, sounding deeply moved:

"You aren't the only genius in this World. I can power this suit even without an arc reactor. If Howard were still here, he would know I'm right. A pity he died so young."

"Don't talk about my father, you damn traitor!"

Whenever his father was mentioned, Tony could never suppress his emotions, and his voice suddenly rose.

"Traitor? Hahahaha!"

Obadiah laughed loudly, his voice piercing the night sky, his tone becoming increasingly crazed.

"You damn playboy, you're fit to say that word?"

"While you were out drinking and partying, I was the one maintaining the company!"

"When you shut down the weapons division, I was the one cleaning up the mess!"

"I gave my everything to Stark Industries."

"I pushed Stark Industries to its peak single-handedly, and you let it fall into the abyss. It's you who betrayed Stark Industries!"

"You're the damn traitor!"

"Now, immediately, right this second, go get the arc reactorfor me, or Happy and your favorite little assistant are both going to die!"

Obadiah's voice was chillingly cold. The Gatling gun on his gauntlet was aimed at Pepper. With just a light pull of the trigger, Pepper would be torn to pieces.

"Calm down, Obadiah, calm down."

Tony raised his hands high and bent down nervously, shielding Pepper behind him.

He regretted it immensely now. If he could carry his armor with him, he wouldn't be in such a passive position.

If he didn't die this time, he was definitely going to build a portable suit.

Helpless, Tony could only obediently go to retrieve the arc reactor.

There was simply no time to put on the Mark 3 now. He couldn't gamble with human lives.

He was just confused as to why he had to be the one to get it, when Obadiah could clearly have done it himself.

Soon, Tony brought over the arc reactor that Loya had disassembled earlier that day.

Seeing the arc reactor, Obadiah's voice began to tremble, and his tone was filled with a twisted pleasure: "Come, Tony, I want you to place it in my chest personally."

Tony's body shook as he gripped the arc reactor tightly. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with a raging fire of fury.

He understood.

This was for humiliation! Pure, unadulterated humiliation!

He had shut down the weapons division and refused to manufacture more powerful weapons, trying to make the World a better place.

But it had to be said that the arc reactor was the miracle of this century and the source of powerful weaponry.

Manually inserting the arc reactor into Obadiah's chest was no different from breaking his own convictions. With hands that craved peace, he was creating a weapon of mass destruction, bringing an even greater disaster to the World.

Obadiah was attacking his spirit!

Tony felt incredibly stifled, but he had no choice. If he could, he really wanted to just blow himself up along with Obadiah.

"Bend down."

Tony's voice was devoid of emotion, his eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.

"Hahaha." Obadiah smiled wickedly, his stature remaining upright. "Are you ordering me? I'll only give you one chance. Find a way to install it yourself, or I'll kill Pepper."

"You!"

Tony panted with rage, nearly ready to explode.

This feeling of being manipulated, especially being ordered around by the man who had nearly killed him, was absolutely terrible.

But there was nothing he could do.

In his helplessness, he could only clumsily move a dining table over, step onto it, and personally slot the arc reactorinto the groove on the iron monger's chest.

Hum!

The moment the arc reactor integrated with the iron monger, a low hum resonated from within the armor.

Obadiah's voice, filled with ultimate pleasure, came from the suit:

"Hahahaha, it's done! I've done it!"

"As expected, biotechnology plus super energy is the perfect direction. I really am a genius! Howard, you were wrong, you were wrong!!!"

Obadiah controlled the iron monger to take a light step. The immense power caused the beach to shake violently, as if experiencing a minor earthquake.

Dust flew as the shockwave sent Tony flying, falling beside Pepper.

Pepper rushed over to shield him.

Looking at the two of them caring for each other, Obadiahcasually tossed Happy beside them like a dead dog.

Tony and Pepper huddled together. He had almost prepared his last words; he really couldn't think of a way to break this situation.

But unexpectedly, Obadiah made a surprising decision.

"Tony, put on your armor now and fight me. Prove which of us is right."

Howard was already dead, and Obadiah couldn't get Howard's recognition, so he would beat his son into submission instead.

"Are you serious?"

Tony was bewildered. This iron monger looked strong, but it was too clunky; he had a hundred ways to run circles around it.

Obadiah was impatient: "Are you going or not? If not, I'll kill you right now. Why do you think I found you a Doctor? I wanted to let you live a little longer so you could watch me crush your confidence and prove I'm right."

Fearing he would change his mind, Tony scrambled up and ran toward the house, saying, "Don't you dare go back on your word later."

Obadiah watched him enter the Villa, the grin on his face becoming more and more crazed.

Boom!

Not long after, there was a loud crash, and a gold-and-red figure flew out of the Villa.

The thrusters propelled the steel armor, crashing straight into the iron monger.

Bang!

The two steel armors, one large and one small, collided violently, sparks flying from the point of impact.

Tony was bounced back immediately, only managing to stabilize himself with his thrusters.

In contrast, Obadiah merely stepped back with one foot to steady himself, looking completely unfazed.

He mocked cruelly: "Tony, your strength is just like your kidneys—weak."

"Motherfucker!"

Tony's mouth twisted in anger. While cursing, he raised his hand and fired a repulsor blast.

Obadiah lunged forward, ignoring the blast, and landed a simple, unadorned straight punch on Tony.

Tony was sent flying like a ragdoll, trailing sparks and electricity as he crashed into the Villa. The walls shattered on impact, and the entire Villa instantly became ruins.

"Tony!" Pepper screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Damn it! How is it this strong?"

He lay in the ruins and cursed. His chest felt tight, the sensation as if he had been slammed into by a hundred-ton truck.

"Jarvis, calculate my chances of winning."

Jarvis's voice was cold and dispassionate.

"Sir, relying solely on the Mark 3, your probability of defeating the iron monger is less than 1%."

"Crap!"

Tony's head throbbed with anger. Losing was one thing, but not even being able to break through the enemy's defense was what was truly infuriating, especially while being humiliated.

But with his intelligence, he quickly thought of a solution.

If the Mark 3 wasn't enough, he would use external forces. The priority now was to lure Obadiah away to avoid hurting Pepper.

As for Happy, he was tough and should be fine.

"Jarvis, set thrusters to maximum power. Destination: Stark Industries!"

Boom!

Orange-red flames erupted from the thrusters, and the powerful thrust carried Tony through the ruins and into the sky.

Obadiah gave a cruel smile. Ignoring Pepper on the beach, his own thrusters ignited, and flames propelled the massive mecha into the air.

To Tony's shock, even though he was moving at full speed, Obadiah followed steadily behind.

This gave Tony a real shock. He couldn't understand how such a large mecha could be so fast.

Even with some biotechnology, the pilot was still human.

How could he seem to evolve just by installing an arc reactor? It couldn't be that the pilot wasn't human anymore.

The two steel armors, one large and one small, sped across the city sky. The massive commotion quickly caught the attention of citizens, who cried out in surprise, raising their phones to take photos and upload them.

Obadiah followed steadily behind Tony, mocking loudly: "Child, you really are as weak as your kidneys. What can you do against me? Nothing but run?"

Before Tony could curse back, a dense rat-tat-tat sound came from behind.

It was the Gatling gun on the iron monger's right arm firing wildly.

"Damn it!"

Tony cursed, looking distressed as he dodged repeatedly in the air. He hadn't expected that he wouldn't even be able to kite Obadiah.

Failing to dodge in time, he was hit by bullets and instantly lost his balance, tumbling downward.

After finally regaining his balance and landing safely on the street, he heard the sound of a massive object running behind him.

The iron monger was charging toward Tony like a crazed rhino, leaving small craters with every step.

Tony tried to use his thrusters to dodge.

But the iron monger's speed was absurdly fast, and it slammed into Tony first.

Bang!

Tony felt like he had been hit by a fully loaded hundred-ton truck. He was sent flying dozens of meters, only stopping after crashing into an actual hundred-ton truck and flipping it onto its side.

At first, people were still filming, but once the armor knocked over the truck, the gasps turned into screams of panic.

Before Tony could get up, a small car came tumbling through the air and slammed into him, pinning him into the side of the hundred-ton truck.

He looked like a meat patty in a burger, sandwiched in the middle.

Tony's eyes instantly became bloodshot, and his head spun. Even his highly advanced shock absorption system couldn't completely negate such a powerful impact.

The armor was severely damaged.

"Sir, armor damage has reached eighty percent!"

Jarvis's voice jolted Tony, and he struggled to push the car away.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The shadow of the iron monger slowly loomed over him, and Obadiah's arrogant voice came from the armor:

"Tony, you really are defenseless. It seems I am the true genius, and I am the future of Stark Industries!"

Tony really wanted to argue, but the words were stuck in his throat.

Was bigger really better for armor? Was overwhelming raw power the only way? Was simply adding more material the ultimate truth?

An Anti-tank missile rose from the iron monger's shoulder, locking onto Tony.

"Tony, go to hell and tell your father that I succeeded. I was right."

"Crap!"

Tony tried to push the car off, but the armor was too damaged to move. It seemed he could only accept his end.

Whoosh!

The Anti-tank missile launched, trailing a long plume of fire as it roared toward Tony.

Tony's heart was filled with unwillingness. He had just removed the shrapnel and solved his palladium poisoning. Was the future he had just promised Pepper going to be shattered like this?

Just as he thought it was all over, an unbelievable sight occurred.

A visible wall of wind appeared in front of Tony.

The Anti-tank missile hit the wind wall and was instantly deflected. Its trajectory shifted, and it boomed toward the iron monger instead.

Boom!

The violent explosion knocked the iron monger back, and nearby parked cars were flipped over by the shockwave.

In the aftermath of the explosion...

Tony heard powerful, heavy footsteps.

A burly figure came running from a distance. With every step, a deep crater appeared in the ground, surrounded by cracks.

The person was swinging a massive flail. The head of the mace was as large as two of his heads, looking as if it could collapse a city wall in one hit.

Along with the whistling wind, Tony heard a very familiar voice pierce the night.

"I'm here to help you!"

41Silky smooth combo

A smooth little combo.

The anti-tank missile didn't hurt Obadiah. He stood up from the flames and smoke, making the massive, heavy silhouette of the iron monger look even more terrifying.

But beneath the heavy steel armor was a face filled with disbelief.

Obadiah's eyes were nearly popping out of his head.

What did he just see?

The missile had been blocked by a Wind Wall, and then it changed trajectory and shot back at him.

But what the hell was that Wind Wall?

Isn't this Earth?

How could something like that appear?

Is there no damn science anymore?

No one was going to give him an answer; the figure swinging the chain flail was already right in front of him!

Boom!

The chain flail slammed hard against the iron monger's chest, sending sparks flying everywhere.

The iron monger, which even Tony could only budge by half a step, was actually knocked off the ground by this flail strike, flying backward several meters.

"So tough?"

The figure wielding the chain flail slowly stopped, and the sound of the wind gradually died down.

The newcomer was, naturally, Loya.

After receiving the BOSS mission, he had rushed toward Stark Industries, only to find absolutely nothing.

Fortunately, he had a sudden inspiration and thought of going to Tony's Villa. He managed to catch up halfway and save Tony. Any later, and Tony might have gone to join his father.

Loya sized up the iron monger, his eyes full of confusion.

This guy was simply too big.

In the original plot, it should have been only about 3 meters tall, right?

The one in front of him was at least 5 meters.

And the mission description mentioned the fusion of flesh and machinery. Could Obadiah have modified himself or injected a serum to drive the battle suit?

No wonder it was called the iron monger.

Is this... the Marvel version of an Astartes?

They really know how to play.

Screech!

The iron monger skidded for a distance on the road before barely coming to a stop, its steel feet grinding against the ground and sending sparks flying.

Under the armor, Obadiah looked at the figure standing quietly on the street in disbelief.

After confirming several times, he was certain this was a human, not some super robot. He looked like a human who was just stronger than a normal person.

But is this freaking reasonable?

A human swinging a chain flail had sent him flying. His upgraded steel armor weighed eight tons. To be able to knock it back—what kind of staggering strength was that?

Could the opponent have also been injected with the Military serum?

"No, impossible!"

Obadiah quickly dismissed the possibility.

The Military's special serum was only possessed by the Military, and the Military wouldn't come to stop him.

Moreover, the Military serum causes body changes when exerting force. The mysterious person in front of him, whose face he couldn't see, had a clearly normal—even perfect—physique.

On the other side.

Tony, embedded in the Hundred-Ton King, stared deeply at Loya's back, the shock in his eyes impossible to hide.

It wasn't just the Wind Wall that could deflect missiles and the figure's incredibly powerful strength, but also... "Jarvis, check the similarity between this person's back and the Doctor's back."

Jarvis quickly compared them and reported: "Sir, the similarity is as high as 99.99%."

"My what?" Tony was dazed. "The Violent Doctor? The Martial Arts Master? You never said you could take on a mecha with your bare flesh!"

After a brief moment of shock, Obadiah's gaze turned fierce again.

No matter who the opponent was, he believed that his own enhanced super physique and the carefully crafted iron monger could crush them to death!

Boom!

Boom!

Obadiah controlled the iron monger to start running, charging toward Loya at an entirely unreasonable speed.

"Little shrimp, you want to save Tony? Then go to hell with him!"

"Little shrimp?"

Loya laughed. He was big and powerful!

He put his weapon into the system space, then quickly swallowed an Enlargement Pill and a piece of spinach.

[Enlargement Pill: After consumption, gain a ten-minute boost to Strength and Constitution attributes, and gain the ability to control the body or a specific part to grow larger.]

[Mighty Spinach: After consumption, enhances Strength and Constitution for five minutes.]

"Then let's see who's bigger!"

Loya did not back down, charging directly at the iron monger.

With every step he took, his body expanded a bit more, and the clothes on his upper body were torn to shreds.

As for his lower body, only a pair of shorts remained, expanding in sync with his body.

These were the special elastic pants Banner had made for him; the elasticity was amazing!

Just as the two were about to collide, Loya's size was already on par with the iron monger. His muscles were knotted all over his body, and his shoulders shimmered with a metallic black luster.

Clang!!!

Flesh and steel collided violently, but the sound that erupted was like the boom of steel hitting steel.

Sparks flew as waves of air radiated from the point of impact, causing the bushes by the street to shake violently.

The iron monger stumbled and took several steps back.

In this collision, the steel battle suit actually came out on the losing end; flesh had suppressed the mecha!

"How is this possible!"

Obadiah cried out in shock. He felt as if he hadn't hit a person, but a wall forged of steel that was almost impossible to move.

And why did this person suddenly grow larger?!

The Military serum doesn't have this effect!

"Crocodile Tail Swing!"

Taking advantage of Obadiah's distraction, Loya swung his lower leg with force, kicking the iron monger's left leg and then pulling back, instantly causing the iron monger to lose its balance.

He had many ways to directly kill Obadiah inside that iron turtle shell, but it would be a shame not to use such a rare sandbag to get familiar with "Trash-talk Martial Arts."

One of the iron monger's legs was hooked up, and it began to fall backward.

But before it could fall, Loya's next attack arrived.

"Elephant Kick!"

Loya closed in, tightened his core, raised his knee to build power, and delivered a fierce front kick straight into the iron monger's waist.

Boom!

The iron monger flew back as expected, smashing into the cars by the street. It destroyed over a dozen cars before finally sliding to a halt.

But before it could get up, Loya's attack came again.

This time, it was even more shocking.

"Tornado Devastates Parking Lot!"

Loya's massive body actually spun at high speed on the spot, forming a tornado over ten meters high. Though its range wasn't large, its power was incredible, causing the cars on the roadside to shake wildly.

The tornado moved extremely fast, quickly reaching the iron monger's side.

Noah took the opportunity to grab the iron monger's arm, spinning the steel armor around frantically.

Inside, Obadiah was about to vomit.

Loya suddenly exerted force, throwing the multi-ton iron monger high into the air. Obadiah's retching could faintly be heard.

"Angry Crow Takes Flight!"

Loya bent his knees and leaped, soaring into the air and reaching a point above the iron monger.

"It's over."

He crossed his hands and clenched them tight. Armament Haki quickly covered his fists, and an invisible current of air surged rapidly around his knuckles.

In the next moment, his fists slammed down like a falling meteor onto the iron monger's chest.

Clang!!!

A sound wave like a giant bell being struck instantly spread several blocks away.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Obadiah screamed piteously inside the armor, a sound more wretched than a slaughtered pig.

He felt his skin tearing, his organs rupturing, and his bones snapping. An invisible force was penetrating the armor to destroy his body, threatening to grind him to pieces.

What... is this!?

Boom!

The massive iron monger slammed into the ground, instantly creating a large crater. Debris flew everywhere, and cracks spread for several meters.

"Still not dead?"

Loya looked at the iron monger in the crater and frowned. It was incredibly tanky. It seemed he would have to use Absolute Value to show this guy what real stat suppression looked like.

The iron monger struggled to stand. The steel armor didn't look like it had taken much damage.

But the operator inside, Obadiah, was already covered in wounds.

His skin was split open, his internal organs were damaged, and his bones were broken into sections.

Even so, he wasn't dead yet; his body was even recovering rapidly.

The iron monger's hatch slowly opened, and blood poured out, forming a bloody pool on the ground.

Obadiah inside was in a miserable state, hardly looking human anymore. It was hard to believe he was still alive.

Unsurprisingly, he had indeed injected a serum. His body was very large—at a rough glance, at least two and a half meters tall.

In his chest, there was a strange tube connecting him to the iron monger.

This might be the biotechnology he spoke of. It wasn't just energy driving the suit; his enhanced flesh was also driving it in some way. Combined, the current Tony naturally couldn't beat him.

Loya didn't understand it, but he was greatly shocked. People who play with technology are too ruthless to themselves.

Obadiah looked at Loya and Tony, who was watching from afar, his eyes sinister and his expression crazed: "It's all... all because you forced me... You, you all must die!"

He held a syringe in his hand. Inside was a crimson liquid that emitted disgusting bubbles, looking very eerie.

He smiled wickedly as he moved the syringe toward his heart, as if this one shot would give him unparalleled power.

Just as the tip of the needle was about to touch his skin, Obadiah's hand suddenly stopped, unable to move an inch further.

His eyes widened as he looked incredulously at the thing that had appeared on his wrist.

It was a metallic arm, firmly grasping his wrist. No matter how much force he used, it wouldn't budge.

[third hand]

Loya was speechless. He walked slowly up to Obadiahand sighed: "Why do all of you think you have invincibility frames when you're injecting drugs? Do you think I'm stupid?"

He snatched the syringe away, grabbed Obadiah's shoulder, and dragged him out of the iron monger's cockpit.

Then he raised his hand and delivered a precise strike to the back of his neck.

Obadiah immediately fell unconscious.

At the same time, his body rapidly shrank, like it was dehydrating, soon returning to normal human size.

On the other side, Tony looked at Loya in a daze. This set of combos was highly ornamental and incredibly smooth, leaving Obadiah with no way to fight back.

It's just that the names were a bit low-brow.

Loya didn't know Tony was criticizing his move names; his mind was completely immersed in the system notification sounds in his ears.

[Main Story BOSS 'Obadiah iron monger' has been subdued.]

[Rewards: 10,000 EXP, Item 'three hundred childrens songs', Item 'voice changer', Ability 'King of Riding', BOSS Dungeon Entry Ticket (Battle Suit Category).]

['three hundred childrens songs': Singing the rhymes from this can awaken the inner truth, goodness, and beauty with a certain probability. If the awakening fails, the opponent will be dazed for one second.]

['voice changer': Allows you to freely switch your voice.]

['King of Riding': You can perfectly master any mount or vehicle you ride and fully utilize their performance.]

[Evaluation: I know what you're thinking.]

[BOSS Dungeon Entry Ticket (Battle Suit Category): Use this ticket to enter a World proficient in using battle suits. Defeating the target BOSS will grant rich rewards. (Note: This World is extremely dangerous. It is recommended not to challenge until Level 20. Current clear difficulty: Purgatory).]

[You have leveled up. Free Attribute Points +3, Gacha attempts +1.]

42Watch me become one with the car

Watch me become one with the car!

The battle seemed to last a long time, but it actually ended quickly.

Even before the 5-minute buff from the can of popeyes spinach wore off, Loya had already used a silky combo to put Obadiah Stane to sleep.

Loya put away the system panel. The lottery could wait; the urgent matter was to get Tony Stark out of here before the New York gawkers gathered again.

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He returned to his normal size, walked over to Tony Stark, and casually tossed the car pinning Tony Stark aside.

Before he could speak, Tony Stark spoke first: "Doctor, is that you?"

That word, Doctor, made Loya flinch. He subconsciously denied it: "Mr. Iron, what are you talking about? I'm not a Doctor, I'm just a passing... good person."

Tony Stark narrowed his eyes, many thoughts flashing through his mind.

He struggled to his feet, Mark III parts scattering everywhere.

He reluctantly retracted his faceplate, revealing a bruised and swollen face: "Doctor, even though you're wearing a mask, your voice and the silhouette I compared are identical. Stop pretending."

Loya: "...Damn it!"

Why didn't the voice changer arrive earlier? It ruined my perfect disguise!

Forget it, he didn't really care about being exposed to Tony Stark, because after this incident, S.H.I.E.L.D. would definitely come to clean up the mess and reveal their identities.

Loya shrugged helplessly: "Alright, it's me. As for my identity, I won't explain much; let the workaholic tell you later."

Sure enough, not long after, several Chevrolets sped over, and Coulson arrived at the scene with the S.H.I.E.L.D. team.

He first greeted Tony Stark: "Hello, Mr. Stark, we've met before."

"Uh..." Tony Stark fell into thought, carefully considering who this bright-headed person in front of him was. After a moment, he looked enlightened, "I remember now, you're from that... what, Homeland Security!"

Pfft!

Loya couldn't help but laugh; Tony Stark always had a knack for humor.

Coulson's face darkened, and he quickly explained: "Mr. Stark, it's called the S.H.I.E.L.D. (Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division), or S.H.I.E.L.D. for short."

Coulson truly lived up to his reputation as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s famous workaholic, being able to recite the full name of S.H.I.E.L.D. so proficiently. It was truly admirable.

"It's all the same, all the same." Tony Stark waved his hand indifferently, clearly not taking it to heart.

Coulson didn't bother to correct him. He said, "Then, Mr. Stark, please come back to S.H.I.E.L.D. with us. We need your cooperation on a few matters."

"Okay." Tony Stark knew this matter had gotten a bit out of hand, but he pointed to Loya beside him and requested, "I want to ride in the same car as the Doctor."

As a firsthand witness to Obadiah Stane's brutal beating, Tony Stark knew very well how formidable Loya was.

The terrifying strength to fight armor bare-handed, special abilities, flashy combat style—his sense of security was instantly maximized. He really wished Happy Hogan could be this fierce.

"Alright."

Coulson nodded. Clinging to a powerful figure was human nature, and he felt the same way.

Without Loya, they would have had a tough time handling tonight's events.

Soon, the S.H.I.E.L.D. team cordoned off the street. The iron monger still needed a crane and a centurion to be removed.

As for Coulson, he had to take Tony Stark and the unconscious Obadiah Stane back to S.H.I.E.L.D. first.

Loya opportunely requested to be the driver.

The reason, naturally, was to test the strength of the 'King of Riding' ability.

As soon as he sat in the driver's seat, a very peculiar sensation instantly spread throughout his body.

Loya didn't know how to describe the feeling precisely.

If he had to use a metaphor, it was as if the vehicle became part of his body. He didn't recognize what a particular part or button was, but he instinctively knew its effect and the best way to operate it.

It was like he had become one with the car.

Driving was like breathing, effortless and unrestrained.

He could even perform maneuvers that normal vehicles simply couldn't.

Moreover, he could perfectly unleash its performance in a very mystical way, reaching its theoretical maximum.

In short, both the vehicle and the person felt great.

The Machine Spirit rejoiced!

As for mounts, he'd try them out if he got the chance.

Rumble!

The engine let out a powerful roar, instantly starting.

In just a few seconds, it achieved a terrifying acceleration from standstill to a hundred miles per hour.

Loya looked refreshed. He never imagined driving could be this exhilarating. He could drive wherever he wanted, as fast as he wanted, completely unafraid of losing control, everything was within his grasp.

He was having a blast, but Tony Stark in the passenger seat and Coulson in the back were scared stiff.

"Loya, this is the city, don't drive so fast."

Coulson pressed himself against the back seat, the scenery outside flashing by, making his soul tremble.

Having survived so many missions, was he going to die because a colleague was speeding?

"What? Even faster? Then hold on tight~"

Watch me become one with the car!

Thump!

Loya pretended not to hear, laughed heartily, and floored the accelerator.

Amidst their terrified screams, the car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, weaving through traffic, moving sideways out of thin air, its agility becoming somewhat uncanny.

The fierce wind stirred up by its speed blew down a traffic cop's speed gun by the roadside.

The traffic cop looked bewildered at the vanished taillights, not even catching the license plate number. He grabbed his walkie-talkie and yelled.

"Team One! Team One! Emergency! A car is speeding!"

He looked down at the fallen speed gun.

"180 miles per hour!!!"

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.

Screech—!

Tires screeched against the ground as a black Chevrolet slid, finally coming to a steady stop in front of S.H.I.E.L.D.Headquarters.

Loya, feeling refreshed, opened the car door and stretched with a yawn that almost sounded like a dragon's roar.

Awesome!

Why is riding so exhilarating!

It's the beauty of speed and passion; his whole being felt clear.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

On the other side, Coulson and Tony Stark tumbled out of the car.

Both of them leaned against the car, faces pale, gagging repeatedly.

They swore this was the most thrilling car ride they had ever taken. Speeding at 180 miles per hour in the city was something they wouldn't even dare to imagine.

But unexpectedly, they arrived safely without any scratches. Loya's driving skills were truly incredible.

Tony Stark leaned against the car door, suddenly regretting riding in Loya's car.

After a while, he looked at Coulson on the other side: "Um, Coulson, do your S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents... all have so many skills?"

Coulson's pale face seemed to darken a bit; he felt as if Tony Stark's words carried a hidden meaning.

"Agent Loya is our S.H.I.E.L.D. ace Agent, so naturally he's a bit more formidable." He adjusted his collar, trying to maintain the demeanor of a professional Agent.

...

Entering S.H.I.E.L.D., the group split into two.

Coulson took Tony Stark to another room for routine questioning and to prepare the official statement to cover up the truth for tomorrow.

Loya was originally going to go straight home but received a new mission from Fury.

[Fury has issued you a new mission]

[Mission: Interrogation]

[Objective: Ascertain Obadiah Stane's serum source and purpose]

[Reward: Experience Points +1000, Random Item *1]

Pushing open the interrogation room door, Obadiah Stane was seen locked in a special chair, glaring fiercely at Natasha Romanoff, silent.

He heard the door open, saw Loya push it open and enter, and his expression visibly became flustered, his eyes filled with fear.

But he still turned his head, closed his eyes, acting completely uncooperative.

Natasha Romanoff sighed helplessly when Loya arrived: "This guy is very stubborn. After injecting him with the inhibitor serum, we can't use aggressive interrogation methods. Do you have any ideas?"

Loya's lips curved into a smile, and a Large Steamed Bunappeared in his hand.

"I have a little gadget here."

43How come my favorability increased the moment we met? That's not how it works in Ga La Ge Mu.

Why does the favorability increase the moment we meet? Galgame isn't supposed to be like this.

"An item? Is it that bun in your hand?" Natasha raised an eyebrow. The bun looked perfect enough to make her feel a little hungry.

Loya nodded, but instead of explaining immediately, he walked up to Obadiah, reached out, rubbed his large bald head, and spoke slowly:

"Baldy, I'm giving you a chance: Confess and be leniently dealt with, resist and be severely punished. Otherwise, you won't be able to control yourself later, so don't blame me for being merciless."

Obadiah's face twitched, visibly turning red with anger. Having his head rubbed like that was the ultimate insult.

But he kept his eyes tightly shut, like an old monk in meditation ignoring the World, completely disregarding Loya.

Although the injuries on his body had healed because of the serum, his clothes were tattered, making him look pitiful, like a homeless man.

This sight made Loya feel a little sorry for him.

So... *Clang!*

He delivered a charged blow directly onto Obadiah's large bald head.

"Ugh!"

Obadiah cried out in pain and subconsciously opened his mouth.

And then... he couldn't close it.

Loya's palm was like an iron clamp, gripping Obadiah's mouth and forcefully shoving the bun he was holding inside.

Obadiah immediately felt something was wrong and desperately tried to clamp his mouth shut, but Loya's strength was simply too great.

With a *crack*, his jaw was dislocated directly.

The bun completely slid into his mouth.

Loya frantically shook Obadiah's large bald head, finally ensuring the bun went down.

[honesty bean paste bun: After swallowing, the user is uncontrollably compelled to speak only the truth for one minute (recovers 24 hours after use)]

*Click*, Loya gently squeezed, resetting Obadiah's dislocated jaw.

"W-what did you do?" Obadiah looked terrified, sensing that something was terribly wrong.

Loya patted the large bald head as if patting a watermelon, then sat down next to Natasha and casually asked, "Where did you get your serum?"

"General Ross."

Obadiah answered without any hesitation, his eyes filled with fear. He couldn't control his own thoughts!

What exactly was that bun?

It definitely couldn't be a truth serum. Since he had injected the serum, a truth serum shouldn't affect him. Was it a new type of drug?

Loya continued, "Why would the old dog Ross give it to you?"

"He wants me to quickly research Bio-Armor technology. He wants to create an army of Super Soldier Bio-Armors," Obadiah answered every question.

"Do you have any connection with The Hand?"

"No."

"Do you have evidence of contact with Ross?"

"It's on my computer hard drive."

"All bank card passwords."

"They are all 137891."

"Oh, you're an Old Pervert."

Loya smiled, glanced at his watch, and then turned to look at the astonished Natasha: "Do you have any more questions? There are 30 seconds left."

"Ah? Oh, right." Natasha snapped out of it, her eyes full of shock. There was actually such a miraculous bun that could make people speak the truth without affecting their rationality.

Loya's true nature remained obscure, and the novel gadgets he possessed were endless.

She quickly and concisely asked Obadiah several more questions.

To every question, he answered truthfully and uncontrollably.

Only when the effect of the "honesty bean paste bun" wore off did Obadiah feel the irresistible sensation of being manipulated vanish.

"What exactly did you do?" He stared intently at Loya, trying to get an answer.

For a person of his high status, mental manipulation was far more devastating than physical torture.

Loya couldn't be bothered to even look at Obadiah, much less answer him.

He looked at Natasha, raised an eyebrow, and said with a smile, "The mission is complete, so I'm heading home."

Natasha hesitated, wanting to speak, but finally asked, "That bun of yours..."

"Hey!" Loya waved his hand. "Want one? Limited to one use per day, ten million for one use."

Natasha: "..."

"I'll pass then."

The effect of that strange bun was undeniable; it was much stronger than their truth serum, and it didn't affect the target's physiological state. It was incredible, just... too expensive.

"Tell me! Tell me! What is that bun of yours?!"

Amidst Obadiah's broken roar, Loya seemed to have made a decision, leaving without looking back... and returning to the Villa.

Loya first took a bath and changed his clothes.

He then looked at the System Panel.

[Mission 'Interrogation' completed]

[Reward: Experience Points +1000, Item 'farmers whip']

[farmers whip: Restrains black creatures. When attacking black creatures, it deals extra damage and has a mental deterrent effect on black creatures.]

[Comment: This is not racial discrimination; it just hates the color black.]

"Fury's Happy Whip?"

Seeing this item, Loya immediately thought of Fury, believing that whipping him with it would be quite stimulating.

However... he looked at the effect description, which only mentioned a special attack against black creatures, not necessarily black skin. Does that mean those wearing black clothes, or those sprayed black with paint, would also count?

This was a question worth testing.

He put away the System Panel.

He took out the "pay-to-win enchanting table" and prepared to continue enchanting.

[Remaining Enchantments: 20]

This time, Loya planned to enchant some other items.

He took out a brilliant golden grenade and placed it into the Enchanting Table.

"Enchant five times!"

[Range +2]

[Attack +1]

[Penetration +1]

[Dark Slayer +1]

"Whoa! Got something good this time."

Dark Slayer, as the name suggests, increases damage against dark-type creatures.

Although the holy grenade is gone once it explodes, its power is astonishing, so it's definitely worth preparing an enchanted one.

Next, Loya placed the "hovering flying carpet" into the Enchanting Table. Now that he had the "King of Riding," the hovering flying carpet could play a greater role; they complemented each other.

"Enchant five times!"

[Movement +3]

[Warmth +2]

"Yo, not bad. My luck is decent this time."

An extra three points of Movement were enough to significantly increase Loya's speed when controlling the hovering flying carpet. As for Warmth, it was useless.

The remaining items to be enchanted were naturally the "golden desert eagle" and the "heavenly halberd."

Starting with the golden desert eagle.

[Attack +3]

[Movement +2]

Then the heavenly halberd.

[Sharpness +2]

[Bleeding +1]

[Durability +2]

"Sigh, still such bad luck."

Loya sighed, but he wasn't angry. The upcoming lottery draw was the main event; the enchanting was just a warm-up.

[Current Level: 10 (6500/15000)]

[Strength: 13 (3+10)]

[Constitution: 13 (3+10)]

[Intelligence: 14 (4+10)]

[Lottery Draws: 1]

Loya continued his superstitious silent prayers: "Three Pure Ones, Jade Emperor, Tathagata Buddha, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Jesus, God... bless me with a good draw."

"System, draw!"

[Congratulations, you have obtained Ability: Surge of Killing Intent]

[Surge of Killing Intent: Max-level Surge of Killing Intent. Killing intent can be freely summoned and withdrawn, the mind is unaffected by killing intent, and it utilizes violent energy formed from intense mental killing intent, resulting in extremely high lethality. It can detect the slightest killing intent from others and can also conceal one's own killing intent. Includes the moves Assassination Fist and the ultimate technique, Raging Demon (Effect increases with one's attributes and killing intent)]

[Comment: Go completely insane!]

"I... I can fire Hadouken now!?"

Loya briefly experienced the ability and immediately beamed with joy.

This ability seemed very focused on killing and a bit bloody, but it was genuinely useful.

Not only does it increase combat power, but the ability to detect killing intent alone makes this draw worthwhile.

This means he doesn't have to worry about being assassinated, as he can sense killing intent in advance and eliminate the killer first.

Of course, what Loya liked most was being able to fire Hadouken—it was cool and dealt high damage.

He was eager to try it out immediately.

Loya stood in the center of the living room, his body slightly bent, his left palm up, his right palm down, both hands loosely cupped.

As he mobilized his energy, blood-red light flickered in his eyes, dark red energy surged all over his body, and a dark red energy sphere condensed between his palms.

"Surge of Killing Intent Hadouken!"

He pushed his palms forward, and a dark red energy sphere the size of a human head shot out, trailing purple electrical arcs, and slammed into the Villa wall.

*Boom!*

Like a bomb exploding, the entire wall was shattered, smoke and dust rose, revealing the scattered starlight of the night sky outside.

"Awesome!"

Loya looked delighted. He had gained another combat method. The more, the better, the more, the better... The next day, a shocking piece of news spread throughout the U.S.

"I am Iron Man!"

Tony remained rebellious, refusing to listen to S.H.I.E.L.D., and revealed the fact that he was Iron Man to the entire World.

Some cheered joyfully.

Because they had bought up Stark Industries stock at the bottom, making a huge profit.

Others were heartbroken.

Because they had sold their stock at the low point and now regretted it immensely.

Of course, a certain department was also in dire straits.

Because of Tony's betrayal, S.H.I.E.L.D. was overwhelmed, not only having to clean up his mess but also dealing with the Military, essentially fighting on two fronts.

But none of this concerned Loya. He received a message from The Punisher saying there was an unprecedented, ultra-high-difficulty commission that only he could handle... Night fell upon Hell's Kitchen.

Loya arrived punctually at the agreed-upon alley.

The journey there left him speechless. Almost everyone he encountered along the way had some degree of killing intent, whether slight or strong. He hadn't known before, but now that he could sense it, he felt that the local customs here were simply too "pure"!

"Why hasn't The Punisher arrived yet? That guy has never been late before."

Loya took out his phone, preparing to send a message to The Punisher.

Suddenly, his expression changed. He looked toward the depths of the alley, where an undisguised gaze was fixed upon the spot.

The next moment.

A figure bounced back and forth off the alley walls, performing a graceful backflip before landing in front of Loya, bringing with it a rich fragrance.

This was a woman.

She was tall and wore a black tight-fitting leather suit that perfectly outlined her curvaceous figure.

Her White hair fluttered in the wind. On her delicate face, she wore a Cat-shaped Mask that only covered her eye sockets, revealing vibrant red lips below.

She stretched her body like a cat, showcasing a breathtaking curve, and her pair of enchanting eyes stared straight at Loya.

Loya frowned, not because the client was female, but because a system notification sounded in his ear.

[Felicia Hardy (Black Cat) Favorability +30]

Who increases favorability the moment they show up?

Galgame isn't supposed to be like this!