The world changed with the times.
Those who failed to keep up with the times were bound to be eliminated.
It was an utterly commonplace saying.
At least, Tony Stark had long since grown sick of hearing it.
And ever since he had come to understand the world, he had never believed himself to be someone who would be eliminated by the times.
He believed that he would only ever be the one leading the times.
The navigator of the age, the wave-rider of fate!
The only ones to be eliminated were the unfortunate souls who could not keep pace with his strides forward.
And the various achievements he had made afterward proved that point perfectly.
With incomparable accomplishments and undeniable facts, he had supported and expanded the company his father had left him—Stark Company!
A company that sold arms and ranked among the very best in the industry!
After all, as an industry that promised enormous profits from a single investment,
the arms trade was, without question, an arena of brutally fierce competition!!
From time to time, there was even a touch of business competition with an especially strong scent of capital.
Spraying competitors with machine-gun fire or blowing up their factories with explosives—those were all perfectly routine operations.
So, for Tony Stark to shoulder such mountains of hardship and pressure while striding ahead, his capabilities were undoubtedly beyond question.
Though most of the business pressure was borne by his elder, Obadiah Stane.
Tony Stark was basically only responsible for technical development and chasing women...
At dusk.
As a playboy,
the future Iron Man, Tony Stark, once again climbed out of his forty-square-meter bed.
"Smack~"
And casually gave the supermodel beside him a slap on her wonderfully firm ass.
"Feels pretty nice~"
As he spoke, beneath her sultry gaze,