Competing in the Race? Money's Been Tight Lately

Competing in the Race? Money's Been Tight Lately

Time passed day by day.

Aaron worked on new potion formulas while improving his alchemy skills, accumulating valuable experience for the eighth enchantment.

One day in April, he received a call from Pepper.

"Monaco? A race?

Are you sure he's going there to watch, not to compete?"

"You mean he might race himself?" Pepper asked in surprise. "No way, right?"

"I'm not sure," Aaron said ambiguously. The vision he had seen through Divination was of a whip splitting Tony Stark's race car in half on the track.

But he couldn't tell Pepper that. Otherwise, she might be able to stop him. Still, it was better to let the result of Divination take its natural course. Interfering might lead to something even worse.

"How is his research on the new element going?"

"There doesn't seem to be much progress. You've been supplying him with potions these past few months, but he's using them faster and faster. And he's started drinking that... chlorophyll juice again."

"Fine!" Aaron rubbed his forehead and shook his head. "Mr. Stark's pride has made him decide to deal with the problem alone.

It's understandable. He swore back then that if he had enough time, he could find a new element. He won't ask for help until he can't hold on anymore."

That was called suffering for the sake of pride. His mental fortitude was just a little lacking.

"Can you help him as soon as possible?" Pepper pleaded.

"Don't worry. I'll help him," Aaron promised solemnly. Finding the new element would not only earn him a thousand Magic Points, but also the hundred-million-dollar reward Tony Stark had promised.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. placed orders worth millions every month, at an exchange rate of ten thousand dollars per Delicious Point, he could