Super God: One Punch and You're Dead

The last nuclear bomb flashed through Iron Man Stark's mind. He shrugged and had to admit that it really had been that... stranger's doing.

But at least Stark had money.

Countless amounts of money.

More money than he could ever spend.

Women, money, mansions, sports cars—he had everything. Wasn't that every billionaire's dream? That flamboyant confidence returned to his face.

He looked up. Yes, that was right.

According to the surveillance footage provided by J.A.R.V.I.S., that... mysterious man had eventually entered this bar and had never come out since.

"Fire."

He raised his eyes and looked at the bar.

Bars were Stark's favorite places.

No matter what kind they were, even sparsely populated bars were places Stark often visited.

Yet he rarely came to bars like this.

Hardly any customers.

Quiet.

Still.

Not a sound.

This bar, located in the middle of a bustling district yet so distinctly different, made Stark feel uncomfortable.

After all, Stark was very low-key. It was just that too many people admired and envied him.

No, no, no. He didn't like throwing himself into crowds.

No, that wasn't vanity.

That was low-key acceptance.

Acceptance of other people's admiration and reverence.

Though it was different, it was still only a small bar.

Just as expected. Although that guy completely crushed Stark in strength, his financial resources were lacking.

However, Stark would never mock anyone. Everyone was equal.

Tony Stark straightened his chest and strode into the inconspicuous bar.

After entering, Stark swept his gaze around the room. The decor was minimalist, simple yet stylish, with rather good taste.

At the bar stood a man in his twenties, the dim lighting casting shadows across his blade-like profile.

That's right.

It was him.

Tony Stark's heart even seemed to skip a beat.

But the next second.

Two seconds.