Endless delicious food...
A fairy-tale-like living environment...
Sky City, standing atop the incomparably magnificent Great Maelstrom...
All kinds of intelligent races that only appeared in games and fantasy stories, such as Great Dragons, Dwarves, Elves, and Giants...
Advanced technology that was countless years ahead of Earth...
All of it made Ethan feel as though he were living in a wonderful dream.
Most importantly, he had received a bottle of magical potion that could extend his lifespan by thirty years. After drinking it, his entire body had become younger.
After all, Azerath had a tenfold Time Difference from the outside world.
If Ethan's lifespan were not extended, then at his current age, after two or three years passed outside, twenty or thirty years would have passed inside. By the time he got out, he would probably be ready to be buried.
After adapting for a while, Ethan voluntarily applied to join Sky City's research institution, beginning to study while returning to his old profession.
With no external pressure whatsoever, he felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation and peace, gradually forgetting everything about the real world.
Just as the man who had created Iron Man rekindled his passion for life, Tony Stark had completed every stage of the Mark III Iron Man suit in his home workshop and painted it red and gold.
From that moment onward, he had finally transformed from an irresponsible playboy into the true Iron Man.
Of course, it would still take some time before he earned that title.
But no matter what, he had finally escaped his former decadent life of alcoholism and unrestrained indulgence.
Looking at the new armor displayed in the cabinet, Tony asked without turning around, "J.A.R.V.I.S., did you find anything about what I asked you to investigate some time ago?"
"My apologies, sir.