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"The mountain..."

"Collapsed?"

Under Iron Monger's latest full barrage, the sky was so thick with missiles that Tony's entire field of vision was almost completely blocked, while urgent warnings scread in his ears.

Fortunately, with his current superhuman physique, he could fully withstand the armor's short-term high-intensity maneuvers.

The mont the thrusters were pushed to maximum output, Tony twisted and darted through the nearly saturated bombardnt. After tanking two micro-missiles head-on, he finally survived Iron Monger's last counterattack.

But the armor that had been intact monts ago was now in tatters again. Fortunately, its flight systems were still functional. When Tony stabilized himself in the air once more, the sight beneath his feet made his eyes widen involuntarily.

As far as he could see, everything within several kiloters looked as though it had been plowed over inch by inch by heavy artillery.

The mountain that had once towered proudly there had completely lost its original form, collapsing into a field of rubble.

Countless slabs of stone tumbled down across the nearby shoreline, piling up into a black reef belt that stretched for kiloters.

Fortunately, this was such a remote place that almost no one ca here under normal circumstances, so there were no casualties.

But as Tony looked out over the devastation and ruin, his gaze followed the destruction all the way until it finally settled on a man standing not far away, battle-axe in hand.

The spot where that man stood was like a dividing line.

Before him: a sky full of dust and towering seawater.

Behind him: lush scenery, green and alive, with the damp salty wind of the sea brushing softly through.

In that instant, his very existence seed to divide life and destruction itself.

"Fenris, you..."

The suit's visual assistance system, combined with Tony's own exceptional eyesight, rendered every detail below with absolute clarity.

Looking at the scene before him, one he could not even begin to describe with words, Tony swallowed hard despite hanging high in the sky.

How was he supposed to study this?

How was he supposed to reverse-engineer this?

Could the speed of his technological progress really keep up with the growth rate of this freak?

Today he could split a mountain. Tomorrow was he going to split the Earth open like a ball?

"Sir, if necessary, perhaps we should delete Fenris's folder."

Inside the armor, JARVIS's voice chid in helpfully. "According to my simulations and calculations, for the Mark series to develop destructive capability at this level is... sowhat difficult."

"Good point."

Tony swallowed audibly. "Leave it for now, though..."

"Very well, sir."

JARVIS would never argue with any command Tony gave.

...

"I'm actually still alive?"

Amid the rubble left by the mountain's explosion, Obadiah had used the last of Iron Monger's power to drive the thrusters with everything he had, barely escaping the deadliest part of the blast under the protection of the armor.

Iron Monger had been hurled into the air along with the shattered rock, then smashed down again and again, until it was finally buried beneath stones of every size.

Thanks to Stark Industries' longstanding tradition of never cutting corners, along with Iron Monger's upgraded outer shell being tough enough, Obadiah had managed to keep his life.

"This world has gone insane..."

When he regained consciousness, Obadiah found himself lying flat in darkness.

On the faceplate display, the warning showing 97 percent structural damage to the unit was painfully glaring. Rembering that crimson attack, filled with pure destructive brilliance, Obadiah slumped weakly onto the ground, tilted his head, and let out a hollow sigh.

"Why do these monsters even exist in this world?"

Obadiah had always thought he was already monstrous enough.

He had colluded with terrorists to harm his own nephew, plotted to seize the legacy Howard had left behind, and tried to kick Howard's son out of the company.

But the collapse of his worldview had co silently, beyond anything a capitalist like him could possibly have imagined.

Whether it was that giant green brute of unknown origin, or the monstrous superhuman who had appeared afterward...

All the sches in his head looked unbearably ridiculous in the face of absolute power like that.

"Found you."

A calm voice drifted in from the distance, and Obadiah heard the rubble piled above him being casually pulled away.

As the weight pressing on him grew lighter, thin strands of sunlight squeezed through gaps in the stones. When brightness flooded his vision again, Obadiah saw a handso face appear before him.

"Tony, your beloved uncle is over here."

The teasing tone was strangely relaxed. The young man casually removed Iron Monger's helt.

As the roar of the Mark armor drew closer and closer, the young man still played idly with the small axe in his hand. The ease in his expression made it seem as though that terrifying attack a mont ago had cost him nothing at all.

Obadiah's eyes rolled back, and his gaze turned hollow.

"It's over. Just end the world..."

...

Antarctica. A frozen wasteland sowhere deep within it.

This place lay inside the Antarctic Circle, covered in snow and ice all year round. Polar day and polar night alternated through the year, and the brutal climate made survival nearly impossible for most life on Earth.

Except for humans.

Humans could be absurdly fragile at tis, but most of the ti they were terrifyingly resilient.

At this mont, polar night shrouded the land. An occasional aurora lit the horizon, adding a streak of splendor to the dull world of ice and dark.

Rrrr-r-r-r-r...

A burst of engine noise suddenly rose from far away, disrupting the unchanging silence that had ruled this place for centuries.

"Is this the place?"

A mont later, the engine sound gradually faded. A man wrapped in thick cold-weather gear stepped down from the vehicle.

He held up a strangely shaped device in his hand and continuously compared it against the surrounding environnt.

"This is it."

Following the device's guidance, the man stopped at a spot that looked no different from anywhere else nearby. After glancing around once, his figure suddenly rippled.

The next mont, both the man and his vehicle vanished from the ice field without a trace.

At the sa ti, underground.

"You have entered a psionic shielding zone. Please proceed according to guidance."

After all the clothes on his body were removed, the man, now completely naked, entered a sealed chamber. Following repeated tests and security verification, he changed into a new set of clothes and was finally allowed into the interior of the base.

"Neural chip intact. Psychological evaluation passed."

"After the injection, please proceed to the core of the base as directed."

An emotionless chanical voice sounded suddenly, and the man obeyed without hesitation.

This was an extrely spacious dod chamber with a ceiling dozens of ters high. Even though it was buried deep underground, it felt in no way cramped or oppressive.

Countless advanced laboratories lined the interior of the base. As the man followed his instructions deeper inside, researchers occasionally hurried past him, muttering things like "mutants," "replication," and "hive mind."

They paid no attention to his presence at all, each one imrsed in their own world.

The man continued forward without changing expression. The labs on either side gradually beca fewer and fewer.

A short while later, two alloy doors, each nearly ten ters tall and more than a ter thick, slowly opened before him. Behind them, a vast space unfolded into view.

The area was enormous and had been cleverly divided into two sections.

One side was a giant computation center, containing hundreds of screens filled with dense streams of flowing data.

The largest screen hung down from the ceiling, connected behind it to a thick chanical arm nearly twenty ters long.

The other side looked like sothing straight out of science fiction: a factory floor where hundreds of robots, each two to three ters tall, moved in orderly fashion around a gigantic humanoid chanical construct nearly twenty ters high, working busily without pause.

Judging by their appearance, those robots looked sowhat similar to Sentinels, as if they were an outdated model that had already been phased out.

"Number One, what brings you here?"

The heavy alloy doors suddenly closed. On the ceiling track above, the chanical arm carried the giant screen and slid rapidly to the man's side.

The image of a dwarf-like man appeared on the screen.

(End of Chapter)

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