The next day, aboard a small private plane over Nepal.
"From here on, you can fly back on your own."
After speaking to the pilot, Tony opened the rear hatch and jumped straight out.
"Mr. Stark, you forgot your parachute..."
Before the pilot's anxious voice faded, Tony had already leaped from the plane.
However, as Iron Man, whether he had a parachute made no difference whatsoever.
The Nanotech Armor rapidly covered his body.
The next moment, flames burst from beneath his feet as he sped toward a small town below.
Before a worn-down wooden door.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., are you sure this is the place?"
Looking at the somewhat dilapidated wooden door, Tony found it hard to believe.
"Yes, sir. The results obtained after investigators paid a considerable price all pointed here."
"Fine. Let's hope these mages are better at magic than they are at fixing doors!"
With a trace of anticipation, Tony slowly raised his hand, preparing to knock.
Creak!
However, before his hand could touch the wooden door, he discovered that it had already been opened from the inside.
His hand nearly slapped the person in the face.
"Come with me."
The man spoke coldly before turning and walking away.
"Uh, this guy seems even more arrogant than me?"
Tony looked at the cold-faced man in surprise.
Still, he followed him inside.
Creak.
As Tony entered, the decrepit wooden door slowly closed by itself. Yet the crowds flowing along the street seemed never to have noticed the shabby door at all.
"J.A.R.V.I.S.? When I was up in the air just now, why didn't I see a place like this?"
Only after entering did Tony realize that the surroundings were vastly different from what he had imagined.
The antique-style buildings made it easy to feel that this place possessed the atmosphere