The Era of Immortal Cultivation

One week later.

"It is evil to use people to control armor!"

"Stark, you can never defeat me! You and your father are both thieves..."

"The world needs more heroes..."

Stark suddenly woke up from his struggling and painful sleep.

The lights in the laboratory were very dim, and various lights intertwined on his face, making his face as cold and white as a vampire, not like a living person.

"Jarvis, give me a cup of coffee, double espresso!"

"Sir, I have to remind you that you have only slept less than five hours in the last 72 hours, which is a great harm to your health."

"Hell, I know, I said coffee! Coffee!"

Stark lost his temper without warning, swept several sketches that he had designed without sleep on the workbench into the trash, clenched his hand and smashed it on the experimental bench.

Garbage! Still garbage!

These designs, these armors simply cannot defeat Ivan and his armor!

Stark closed his eyes and tried his best to think of beautiful things to soothe his tired brain and excessive anxiety due to hormonal imbalance.

Sweet dinner with Pepper, Howard's model, ridiculous swimsuit party...

If you take a shot or inhalation at this time, you will definitely be able to relax yourself... Damn it!

No!

Stark scratched his neck twice, and the trickle of cold water and intense pain woke him up, suppressing the emptiness and strong desire in his heart.

Tony Stark can be sensual and skating, but Iron Man can’t!

Stark's Adam's apple moved up and down frequently. He stretched out his trembling hands to take the coffee handed to him by the robotic arm, and drank it in one gulp, letting the burning warmth flow down his throat, warming his weak and cold body.

.

"Hoo!"

Picking up the drawings from the trash can, Stark took a long breath of hot air and said calmly:

"Jarvis, what else do I have planned today? Apart from the small meeting with Li and Peter, leave the rest to me! I want to focus on research."

"Understood! It's being processed, the noon press conference...Colson's appointment..."

......

"Is this what you envision? A base plane that's a parody of Ivan's base car?"

Looking at Stark, who had a somewhat bad aura in front of him, Li Hao didn't care about the wink from Peter next to him, and made another accurate stab:

"Weren't all your previous inventions left behind by Howard Sr. to prevent his son from starving to death in the future?

Now that Howard's relics have been used up, your true level has been revealed?"

"Faq! I use all the patented technologies of myself and the Stark Group, and my air base can fly and can also launch water..."

After mumbling a few words, Stark's voice became deeper, and finally he said half helplessly and half painfully:

"The transformation abilities of Ivan and those cyborgs are obviously based on some scientific system that I have no contact with at all. Even I can't quickly deconstruct it from scratch.

Without being able to find their weaknesses and technical logic, if you want to deal with them, you can only use similar competing products with stronger firepower."

Li Hao crossed his legs and said with a smile:

"Is there a possibility that their ability is not technology, well, at least not entirely!"

Stark rolled his eyes feebly. Being petty, he was still worried about Li Hao mocking him with old Howard just now, so he choked back:

"I thought you would at least have something in your head with four Ph.D. degrees, so your Ph.D. and Fields Medal were all obtained by relying on mud?

What is that if it's not technology? Magic?"

"As expected of the genius Stark, he is very sharp!"

Li Hao clapped his hands, looked directly at Stark, who was looking at the mocking face with his dark eyes, and said very calmly:

"That's magic!"

At least in the Marvel system, Ivan, who borrowed the dimensional energy of Li Hao and Shou Lao, is an out-and-out 'magician', but his magic is not fireball or flying feathers, but energy cannons and vectors.

Advance.

Stark looked directly at Li Hao, trying to find some joking or mischievous teasing on his face that deserved a beating, but Li Hao's eyes were firm and he nodded seriously when he looked over.

"If you were trying to make me laugh, you succeeded!

A mathematician or scientist believes in magic? Does that mean a god has to appear? Come on, this is not funny at all!"

If nothing else happens, you will be able to meet a hammer god before long!

Li Hao held his chin, twitching the corner of his mouth as Stark raised the flag, and with a look of doubt on his face as to "Is this person crazy?", he said softly:

"In fact, Ivan does rely on magic to easily surpass you, so you don't have to be too anxious. As a pure non-magic human, you should still be the best in mechanical engineering."

"He doesn't rely on some weird magic!"

Stark's whole body tensed up, like a cat with fried hair, and then suddenly realized that his voice was a bit too loud, he exhaled and said in a deep voice:

"He just mechanically transformed himself and turned himself into a robot!"

"Then can you now complete a similar body modification to his?

Ivan Vanke’s technology before the change could not be better than yours, and you still have the full support of Stark Group.”

Stark was silent.

Finally, Li Hao stood up, completed a dazzling 'Kamen Rider Transformation' in front of Stark and Peter, clasped his hands in the escaping light and said:

"This transformation is the power given to me by my Lord! My Lord is a giant in charge of glory... and the one who gave Ivan power should also be a demon named Megatron."

"This is ridiculous!" Stark grabbed the reluctant Peter and spoke incoherently:

"Peter, he said he believed in God! Oh, it's not God, it's just a god who can shine in the same way! And he said, he also said that Ivan is a fool who also believes in God?"

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"Stark, calm down!" Peter, who was also somewhat skeptical of the world, seemed much more mature. He held down the overly excited Stark and said dubiously:

"I can't believe this either, but there's no reason for Li to lie to us about such a serious matter?"

"Of course!" Li Hao canceled the transformation and spread his hands towards the two of them:

"If you don't believe it, you can ask Jarvis to hack into the databases of the military and S.H.I.E.L.D.! Anyway, many of Ivan's men were caught by them, so there must be confessions."

"Jarvis, now, right away!"

After looking through the military's interrogation records, Stark, who did not believe in evil, went around in the databases of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Department of Defense.

With the testimony of these evidences, he finally accepted the new setting of this world with some collapse.

"Megatron..." murmuring the name, Stark raised his head slightly, looked at Li Hao and asked:

"Listening to the praises of those believers, it seems that this god was born as a gladiator? How could he become a god with mechanical power?"

"I don't know!" Li Hao shook his head and added:

"You have to ask those robots about this, or you can join if you can't beat them, believe in the devil, and stand on the same starting line with Ivan again?"

"Are you kidding me?" Stark's reaction was loud and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"I have never believed in God, and I don't plan to believe in God in the future! Even if there is a God... at least wait until I am seventy or eighty years old and my head is confused!"

"As you wish!"

Li Hao secretly said it was a pity, but he never thought of taking Stark under his wing so easily, so he casually revealed the matter and returned his attention to League of Legends.

Then, Stark took out a thick pile of information and spoke eloquently:

"According to statistics, if Captain America's annual portrait income really needs to be paid to him, it will be at least more than 5 billion dollars. Even if the influence of other heroes is only one percent of his, it can still be a considerable amount of income.
Regarding the alliance's headquarters, I originally thought of using the Stark Industries Building directly, but I thought it would be better to separate the alliance from myself. I will rent a building under my name to the alliance for a fee of 1 dollar per year.

.....

Before the alliance achieves self-sufficiency, I can loan 2 billion to the alliance without interest for the decoration of the alliance headquarters and the living security of the heroes..."

Building, 2 billion! Poor Peter, who had never even had a savings of 20,000 US dollars in his life, stared wide-eyed.

Peter has already begun to make plans:

The alliance's guarantee money doesn't need to be too much. If you have three thousand US dollars every month, your family's life will be greatly improved, and you can also enroll your daughter in more dance classes.

"Regarding the minimum guarantee fund, every hero who passes the assessment will receive a 'Hero Life Improvement Fund' of 80,000 U.S. dollars after tax per year.

The per capita income in New York State last year was around 76,000. Considering taxes, this income should be at the upper-middle level in New York..."

Eighty thousand, after tax, is higher than her current income as a reporter. Now Mary no longer has to quarrel with herself over many miscellaneous things in life.

Thinking of this, Peter's excitement disappeared, and only an inexplicable melancholy surrounded his heart.

The so-called heroes are, in the final analysis, still just mortals. They can love and feel pain. They can save others but cannot save themselves.

After having a daughter, Mary quit her job and became a full-time housewife. All the burden of the family fell on Peter.

The former passion was wasted by trivial matters, and the family's livelihood made Spider-Man, who was omnipotent but did not want to abuse his ability, frown, and the girl who once had eyes for Peter became an irritable aunt...

If this continues, Peter suspects that one day he and Mary will divorce after a big fight.

But it’s better now!

Peter looked at the two people who were having a heated discussion, smiling gently, his smart eyes as sweet as molten honey.

Good times are yet to come!

......

Three curved wing building.

Boom!

"Come in!" Nick Fury was reviewing the documents without raising his head and asked casually:

"Have you met Stark? What does he think of our super team's plan?"

"I'm sorry, Director!" Colson touched the few hairs he had left and said apologetically:

"My appointment was cancelled, and Stark canceled all meetings and activities for the next week!"

"It's not your fault!"

The 'super smart' Nick didn't know that he had been cut off by Li Hao, and smiled:

"It seems that after suffering a loss this time, our genius will retreat and come up with something new."

Wait, if Stark is in retreat, wouldn't Coulson, whose main task is to observe him and contact him, have nothing to do and become a freeloader?

The king of agents, who made the most of his talents, immediately selected from a pile of tasks, and finally handed Coulson an anomaly report that had just been delivered today.

"A meteorite fell in Mexico. It looks like a hammer, and there seems to be something strange about it. Taking advantage of Stark's retreat, go to Mexico to be responsible for the exploration, recovery, and protection of this item!"

"Yes!" Colson accepted the task with confidence. After a pause, he suddenly remembered something and said:

"Sir, my mission to hunt down robots has not been completed yet, and the report has not been written yet. When will this mission start? Can you wait until I finish writing the report?"

Fury waved his hand.

"The robot has captured a lot of people, and even after asking so many questions, they haven't found anything. It's all in vain if they can't catch Ivan.

Your task is completed, now go and write the report! Once you hand in the report early tomorrow morning, you will catch an early flight to Mexico."

Colson looked embarrassed: I originally wanted to ask if the report could be waived, but why not only was it not waived, but it was also completed in a hurry?

It’s over, I have to stay up late again, my hair!

......

At night, after bidding farewell to Peter Li Hao, Stark returned to his workbench, but his mind could never be focused on research.

During the day, Li Hao's casual words, 'If you can't beat him, join him' kept echoing in his mind.

Stark is naturally unwilling to believe in gods and demons that come from nowhere like Ivan, but Ivan has a saying that does make sense:

Compared with mechanical metal, the human body is too fragile!

Each of his armors has to be designed with a large number of life support, circulation, and protection systems to protect himself inside the armor.

It’s not that Stark thinks there’s anything wrong with wearing a suit to fight.

Because in his opinion, only when he and the armor become one can he be the Iron Man, possessing both the strength of steel and the warmth and morality of a human being.

However, if I don’t believe in Megatron, can I make some small optimizations on myself? Just like the reactor embedded in my chest?

"I must be crazy!"

Stark shook his head and wanted to delete the idea from his mind, but his smart brain remembered the idea and kept playing it in a loop while he was thinking.

Damn it!

Who is Stark?

Aside from legends such as being "cursed by knowledge", "having the eighth infinity stone in his brain" and a net worth of hundreds of billions, he is just a super genius and super inventor.

He also has a lot in common with this kind of science geek: he is arrogant! He always feels that everyone except himself is a scumbag! He is withdrawn and arrogant...

Of course, there is also the most important thing - curiosity that is never satisfied and never fades.

At this moment, for him, who was in a rare low period of frustration in his life, the thoughts in his mind were like catnip placed in front of a cat. How could he resist taking a bite?

A little bit, just a little bit is good!

With just a few small, non-dangerous tricks, the compatibility between yourself and the armor can be greatly improved, and the armor can also be upgraded in all aspects...

On the workbench, Stark was full of passion and felt that he had regained the joy and satisfaction of scientific research.

But what he didn't know was that he was just like those teenagers who saw certain images for the first time, feeling anxious and excited mixed with curiosity.

They say they only take a look and squeeze once, but who can really stop and quit when they are told?

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