Stark Rescue Mission, Six Players Who Accepted the Quest

"RG003" was the invitation code Merlin had sent him at the banquet earlier; with his identity information added, he could join the platform.

But after receiving the invitation code, he grew cautious and didn't input it immediately to join the platform.

He didn't want his location to be tracked.

So he wanted to dig deeper, confirm everything was safe before committing, and he had indeed followed the clues to Hell's Kitchen.

Yet before he could finish investigating, he had already ended up in this dim cave.

Now he had no choice, and instead found himself hoping that Merlin's so-called game platform could precisely pinpoint his location.

Surrounded by surveillance everywhere, it was only a matter of time before his armor-building was discovered.

The small computer screen began loading after he entered the invitation code plus his identity information.

Soon, an R Star icon flickered briefly, followed by a page popping up.

The first thing that appeared was the R Star Store. Though he wanted to browse the various peculiar items in the store, he knew what he urgently needed right now.

Remembering Merlin's mention that tasks could be posted on the platform, he immediately swiped the screen to search.

Quickly, an option to post a task appeared.

Seeing this, he tensed up a little, glanced at Yinsen, who was still putting on an act to fool the Ten Commandments Gang members, and with a firmer expression, he tapped it.

A page instantly popped up on the screen.

[Welcome, Mr. Tony Stark. Please write the task you wish to post.]

Stark swallowed hard. The sight of a glimmer of hope made his throat dry.

[I've been kidnapped by the Ten Commandments Gang in the Middle East. Someone come save me.]

After writing the task, he uploaded it.

The loading page spun for a moment, then displayed a line of text.

[Task successfully created. Please select a task reward.]

"Task reward?" Stark was taken aback, then stared blankly at his zero balance displayed on the platform.

"Stark, are you done yet?" Yinsen, still playing his part nearby, urged him in a low voice.

Stark had been crouching there too long; if this continued, the Ten Commandments Gang members in the surveillance room would notice something was off.

Hearing Yinsen's prompt, Stark didn't hesitate. Since that was the case, he would have to sell knowledge first.

But when he input the technical data for the Jericho Missile, it was rejected, and the platform even showed that related technology already existed.

After that, he tried inputting other weapons tech data from Stark Industries, but most were filtered out by the platform, which indicated it already possessed equivalent or more advanced technology.

In the end, he could only look at the energy source on his chest and the armor concept in his mind.

He hesitated for a moment, but considering his current predicament, dying and taking it all to hell wasn't his style.

With that thought, he immediately began compiling technical data, uploading the Cold Fusion Reactor technology.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a loud noise came from the iron door, and then the Leader burst in with men holding AKs.

Stark's heart clenched, but he forced himself to stay calm and continued inputting the technical data.

Even though it was just the palladium element, writing it all down still took time.

What he didn't expect was that the R Star platform already possessed Controllable Nuclear Fusion technology, but its size was still bulky.

Not like the palm-sized, safer, and more stable Cold Fusion Reactor on his chest.

"What are you doing?" The Leader's face tried to appear gentle; this man in front of him was his cash cow.

Yinsen immediately stepped forward to translate.

"I'm programming the missile. The cluster missile needs program instructions in the air," Stark said casually. After all, the Jericho Missile was his own creation—he could say whatever he wanted.

Yinsen promptly translated for the Ten Commandments Gang Leader.

"Very good. Truly professional."

The Leader saw Stark earnestly typing away at the missile, completely clueless about what he was doing, but he could sense Stark's expertise.

So with a full smile, he said something in Arabic to Yinsen, offered a few words of praise and urging, then left the cave.

"Bang!" The iron door slowly closed. The Ten Commandments Gang came and went quickly.

And Stark finally let out a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing?" Yinsen seemed to sense something was off and quickly asked.

"Posting a task. Getting someone to rescue us," Tony said casually.

"What? You can contact the outside?" Yinsen immediately grew excited upon hearing this.

Stark didn't answer him, focusing instead on writing the data.

[Upload successful. Estimating value...]

[Estimated value: 1,300 trillion]

[Congratulations, you are now an R Star Five-star Technician.]

Stark didn't bother glancing at the amount and immediately entered it into the generated task.

[Task generated...]

[Rescue R Star Five-star Technician, Tony Stark.]

[Reward: 300 million]

[Task released, awaiting player acceptance.]

[Merlin's Beard accepted your task, The Punisher accepted your task, Don't Provoke My Dog accepted your task, Black Widow accepted your task, Bullseye accepted your task, Erica accepted your task.]

[Player limit reached.]

No sooner had the task been posted than six people snatched it up.

Stark stared blankly at the names of the players who had accepted. Aside from knowing a bit about The Punisher, who the hell were the rest of them? Couldn't they use real names? And throw in their professions while they were at it, so he, as the employer, could have some peace of mind.

Though, Merlin's Beard... that couldn't be Merlin himself, could it?

"Mr. Stark." Yinsen noticed him spacing out and gave a reminder.

"Coming." He knew he couldn't linger too long, so he quickly pretended to exit the Love App and switched to the data screen. This was his only way to contact the outside world.

But no matter what, he had to be prepared for both outcomes.

He returned to the workbench, picked up his hammer, and went back to forging iron.

Hell's Kitchen.

Natasha, in the middle of stealing a car, saw the task concerning Tony Stark and accepted it without hesitation.

Recently, intelligence agencies had been tearing themselves apart over Stark's disappearance. Everyone was looking for him, S.H.I.E.L.D. included.

But who would have thought he'd show up in a game?

On the other side, Bullseye and Erica accepted for the money, while The Punisher and John were called in by Merlin.

As for Daredevil, Matt... he sat in his law office, having just listened to the task voice message on his phone, only to hear that the player limit had been reached.

He sat in his chair, silent for a long time... How the hell were these people so fast? Bullying a blind man, were they?