Meanwhile, in the control room backstage, Ivan was leaning back in a chair, leisurely smoking a cigarette, watching the live feed on the screen. A cold smile hung on his lips as he muttered to himself, "First, catch that red-haired woman, then make her Stark's little handle... Hero saves the beauty, oh right, and 'saves the World', Tony is truly a typical American hero." His tone was full of sarcasm and malice, his eyes filled with calculation, "And these messy guys will sooner or later make room for me, so I can teach them true fear."
He took a harsh drag on his cigarette, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, and continued to mutter to himself, "By then, Tony, the World will know that your savior dream is just a joke. And I will make you destroy it with your own hands."
Hammer was still being swung around on the stage by the armor like a toy, his head was almost spinning, and he was still mumbling, "Bastard... I'm the star of this press conference! I'm going to be the Iron Overlord... Oh god, how did it turn out like this!"
He roared in his heart, "When I catch that bastard Ivan, I'll beat him into a flat pancake!" But now, he couldn't even break free from the armor's mechanical hands, only able to flail around pitifully in the air, the scene so comical that people wanted to take out their phones and record it as an emoji.
On the other side, Dominic and Pepper noticed that something was wrong. Dominic patted Pepper's shoulder and said, "Looks like your boyfriend's arch-nemesis has found a new tool for causing trouble." Then, he shrugged indifferently, "Want help? Or shall we just watch this accidental comedy from here?"
Pepper stamped her foot anxiously, "Quick! Hurry and help!"
Dominic glanced lazily at Hammer, who was still swinging on the stage, and showed a playful smile, "Oh, alright, for your sake, I'll go pull him out." With that, he leaped up and rushed towards the out-of-control armor.
Dominic appeared beside Hammer like lightning. Before the armor could react, he had already pulled 'half' of Hammer out of the armor's clutches. As soon as Hammer saw him, it was like seeing a savior, his voice cracking slightly due to excessive fright, "Dominic! Help! This damn iron lump is crazy! Quickly turn it off! Oh, no, forget it, you can just smash it!"
Dominic gently patted Hammer's shoulder, shrugging indifferently, "Oh dear, Hammer, look at you, you're almost like a little chicken being carried. Are you sure this is what you want your audience to see?"
Hammer's face, full of terror, leaned close to Dominic, his voice carrying a clear plea for help, "Please, I don't want to be smashed into meat paste by this thing on national live broadcast! Think of something!"
Dominic raised an eyebrow, showing a confident expression that said, "Here I come." "Alright, since you're asking me so sincerely, I'll be merciful and save your life." With that, he suddenly flashed, and Cyclops directly shot towards that armor. The armor instantly exploded into two halves, sparks flying, and wires crackling in the air.
With a "bang!", the armor instantly collapsed, while Hammer "plopped" down from the air, falling onto the stage like a rag doll. He clutched his butt, his face contorted in pain, but he still had to force out an awkward smile, "Hehe... You're truly my hero, Dominic."
Dominic stood beside him, looking down at him, "Hammer, I suggest you don't do such dangerous high-altitude acrobatics next time, unless you really want to find a reason to be hospitalized."
Just then, the backstage screen lit up, a rapid alarm sounded, and Ivan's cold face appeared on all the surveillance feeds simultaneously. His eyes flickered with icy killing intent, and his tone was full of grit and ruthlessness, "Bastard! You really don't know what's good for you, Dominic!"
On the screen, Ivan's face appeared distorted, and Russian curses spewed from his mouth, "Твою мать! (Your mother!) You really think you're something, huh?!" He sneered, put on his armor, and stared at Dominic on the other end of the screen, his eyes filled with arrogance and fury, "You think this is over? No, the game has just begun. Before Tony Stark, I'll kill you first. After I clear out all you Offal, the whole World will see whose true power is!"
As Ivan's words fell, dull mechanical roars came from all directions. The audience had just slightly recovered from the previous chaos when they saw dozens of armors pouring out from backstage, above the stage, below the stage, and every corner of the venue. Each armor roared like a vicious wolf, its red eyes fixed on Dominic and Hammer in the center of the stage.
The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense. The audience screamed and retreated, frantically fleeing towards the exits. Flashlights and camera sounds from phones rose and fell, and some people covered their mouths, staring at everything in front of them with faces full of terror, as if watching a completely out-of-control live disaster movie.
Hammer sat on the ground, seeing this scene, his whole body went limp. He trembled his lips and managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Iv... Ivan, you lunatic... What exactly do you want to do?!"
Ivan's voice sounded from the loudspeaker, his cold laugh piercing everyone's eardrums like needles, "You think I'm playing games with you, Hammer? No, today I want everyone to remember that true power doesn't need disguise!"
Dominic looked at the group of armors surrounding him, shrugged indifferently, and turned to Hammer, saying, "I say, Hammer, your press conference is really lively. But next time, remember to prepare some fireworks or something, so the audience has some atmosphere when they run away."
Hammer stared blankly at Dominic, his whole body on the verge of collapse, "You're still joking?! They'll kill us!"
Dominic smiled indifferently, "Don't worry, I won't even give them a chance to make a move." With that, he slowly floated into the air, facing the tide of armors rushing towards him, and said coldly, "Come on, Ivan, let me see what tricks you can pull."
Ivan stood in the control room wearing his armor, coldly watching the chaos in the venue through the holographic screen. His eyes were filled with madness, as if he no longer cared about life or death. He clenched his fists tightly, and the armor's mechanical knuckles made a harsh "Click" sound. His voice spread throughout the venue through the loudspeaker, low, cold, yet with a nearly pathological fanaticism.
"You so-called heroes are truly ridiculous." The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a twisted smile. His voice seemed to be squeezed from deep within his throat, carrying a cold mockery, "Dominic, Tony Stark, and those who think they are saviors, do you really think the World revolves around you?"
He glanced at the audience fleeing in panic on the screen, his eyes filled with disgust and contempt, "You foolish spectators, you are just here to watch a show today, but you never understand what true power is. Do you know why I am doing all this? Not for money, not for fame, but to let you see the truth."
Ivan's tone became increasingly rapid, as if some kind of fire was burning inside him, "I don't need any disguise, I don't need to wear those glamorous costumes and package myself as a hero. I am a knife, a sharp knife! Today, I will use this knife to cut open this hypocritical World and peel off the false skin of you 'heroes' layer by layer!"
He raised his hand, and a string of code flashed across the armor's holographic screen. The eyes of all the armors in the venue simultaneously flashed red, as if receiving some command. Ivan took a deep breath, his eyes filled with fanaticism and determination, "I want you to see clearly what true power is. It's not morality, not redemption, but undisguised, pure, destructive power!"
He sneered, his voice low but full of killing intent, "You so-called heroes are just a bunch of foolish puppets, manipulated and controlled by the mundane World. And I, Ivan Vanko, will personally end all of this. I will let this World know that the true dominators are never those fools who claim to be heroes."
He finally stared fiercely at the figure of Dominic appearing on the screen, as if issuing the most direct provocation to him, "Today begins with you, 'hero'. I will knock you down from the sky and make you understand that you are just a joke. No matter how high you can fly, you cannot escape the fate of falling. And I will stand on your corpse and let everyone remember—"
He slowly spoke the last sentence, his voice carrying undisguised madness, "Power is the true dominator. Power is the only truth."
------------------------
Completed English PDF of this fan-fic on my Patreon shop if you want to support and own the full fan-fic in one go. Just grab the PDF and binge the entire story from start to finish!
Guys, I've uploaded some High Quality english translated fanfic on my Patreon shop! Feel free to check it out-if you're interested, you can grab a copy and support me there.
Here are a few titles of recently uploaded fanfics:
" Marvel Rise of the Spider-Verse "
" China's Superman in Marvel vs. DC "
" Marvel Exposing Foundation from the Start "
" Marvel: The New Hela, the White Warden of Death "
" Marvel's Divine Game Producer "
"Marvel's Gravity God Shinra Tensei From the Start"
"Marvel World in the Running a Dimension Store"
"Marvel Starting from Spider-Man No Way Home"
many more are available
Your support means a lot-thanks in advance, legends!
patreon.com/SuperTL
(End of Chapter)