Tony Stark's Twelve Years a Slave

Ben was somewhat surprised by the relationship between Wanda and Eunice, but not too surprised.

In comparison, at least Eunice looks like a human being; isn't she much better looking than Vision, with his colorful skin and bald head?

Moreover, Felicia hadn't made it clear at the time that the two of them were fully clothed when they were touching, so it was more like they were sensing each other's energy fluctuations than actually touching each other.

Although Wanda uses Chaos Magic that incorporates Energy of the Universe, the Chaos Magic is not yet fully awakened. Due to the experiments, it is normal for it to resonate with the energy frequency of the Infinity Stones.

Moreover, he has no intention of interfering in his employees' lives.

Mary Jane and Felicia rested for a while, each took a shower, and then left Primus. After all that commotion, it was already dark.

However, the time on Sakaar is not synchronized with Earth's.

It's not that time flows faster there; in fact, after Ben isolated those wormholes, the flow of time on Sakaar gradually stabilized.

However, the planets are different sizes and orbit different stars, which causes Sakaar's day and night cycles to be out of sync with Earth's. At this moment, it is still daytime in the region where Stark is located.

He lay on the crimson rocks, looking up at the sky with a vacant gaze.

His body was covered in wounds, his face was covered in filthy mud and black blood, his lips were cracked from thirst, his hair was greasy and tangled, his once expensive clothes were now tattered, his hands and feet were bound by chains, and his wrists and ankles were rubbed black... He looked like he had been a homeless person for more than ten years.

It's laughable, really. Just a few days ago, he thought he'd encountered a miracle—the wormhole that appeared out of nowhere hadn't crushed him and his spaceship to dust, but instead had brought him to a planet with life.

"Ha, I thought a miracle had happened..."

He gave a desperate laugh, his mouth twisting into an ugly arc, which tore his lip, causing it to bleed again.

But he didn't care at all, as if he hadn't noticed anything at all; his eyes, full of regret, were lost in his memories.

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A few days ago.

A small wormhole opened above what was once Sakaar's junkyard.

Tony was half-stuck in the wormhole, head down, like a constipated dumpling.

The force of gravity caused his blood to slowly rush to his brain, turning Tony's face bright red, partly due to the rush of blood to his head and partly due to excitement.

Because he could see the outside world through the glass in front of him—it was a planet! A planet full of technological marvels!

His eyes reflected the piles of garbage on Sakaar.

This was originally part of Sakaar.

In the past, due to those cosmic portals, countless civilizations dumped their garbage onto Sakaar, turning it into a veritable garbage Sakaar.

After Ben took control of Sakaar, as the Son of Sakaar, he awakened the planet's vitality, resolved the deep-rooted pollution, and revitalized the planet. However, the existing garbage was not so easy to remove.

Although he had transformed several of Sakaar into processing plants for hazardous waste and recycling, the sheer size of a planet meant that a large area was still inevitably covered in trash in such a short time.

During this period, due to the incorporation of the Korbinite into Sakaar, the Galactic Plumbers has been speeding up the processing of the accumulated garbage, but progress is still slow.

Caiera mainly believed that most of this trash contained some usable technology. After all, a civilization that could dump trash into a wormhole wouldn't be lacking in technology. In the past, the Sakaaran had always relied on this trash for survival.

That's why Ben was able to prepare an authentic Sakaar experience for Tony.

However, the moment Tony saw this trash, he felt no disgust, but rather excitement.

In his view, since there is garbage, there is most likely life in it, and even if there isn't, it doesn't matter.

He saw it while he was stuck in the sky. Among the mountains of garbage were many metal artifacts and many high-tech items that seemed to be damaged. With these, he could create a myth himself!

For a genius like Tony, who could forge the Mark Armor in a cave, he wasn't afraid of harsh environments or being surrounded by scrap metal. What he feared was having nothing at all. If he crashed on a primitive planet with nothing to his name, that would be the worst thing.

"Even if there are no people on this planet, with those things, and by dismantling this coffin-like spaceship, I can build a real interstellar travel spaceship!"

Thinking of this, Tony desperately rammed against the metal cabin, wanting to fall as quickly as possible.

He needs to hurry!

No one knows when Ultron will begin its Carnage of all humanity.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel anxious again, and his breathing became increasingly difficult. He gasped for breath, muttering to himself, "Don't panic, don't panic, Tony Stark, it's not that bad!"

"Ultron didn't tell anyone about its plans except me, because nobody was really on its side..."

"Those two kids only want to get back at me, that's why they switched to it. If Ultron exposes its plans, they'll definitely lead the other heroes in a rebellion!"

Tony thought about it and realized he still had time, and his anxiety slowly subsided like the tide.

He even fantasized that Wanda and Quicksilver had achieved their goal, and perhaps they would abandon their cooperation with Ultron and send the message from Earth to Ben, who was at the Galactic Plumbers Headquarters.

But he quickly dismissed this unrealistic idea.

In his view, Wanda and Quicksilver were already traitors to the Galactic Plumbers, and it was unlikely that they would contact the Galactic Plumbers unless absolutely necessary. Moreover, according to Ultron, it seemed that he had cut off communication between Earth and the Galactic Plumbers, and even Peter couldn't call Ben, so they probably couldn't either.

"Don't put your hopes on others!"

Tony gritted his teeth and continued thrusting.

Soon, the small spaceship began to shake, and then with a "crash," it plummeted heavily into the garbage heap below.

"Hiss..."

Despite the large amount of trash cushioning the impact, Tony was still thrown around and saw stars. His head was cracked open, blood flowed into his eyes, and his body felt like it had been hit hard by a heavy object, leaving him feeling dull and numb.

"Ah... I knew that brat wasn't going to be so kind as to install a shock absorption system for me." Tony, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, kicked the spaceship door hard.

He suspected he might have broken his arm and was also experiencing some internal bleeding.

"Click."

Tony kicked the spaceship a few times and fumbled around inside for a while, and actually found the button to open the spaceship.

Ultron didn't weld the ship's doors shut, perhaps because it never imagined Tony could be saved. In its view, opening the hatch would only end Tony Stark's life prematurely, which would be tantamount to suicide.

"Call!"

Tony immediately crawled out, and the air that greeted him was not as foul-smelling as he had imagined. On the contrary, the air was very fresh, and even his Earthly body did not feel any discomfort.

He knew he had been a bit reckless. On a planet with an unknown atmosphere, such a rash action could very well result in him suffocating or being poisoned by harmful gases as soon as he opened the cabin.

But he had no choice.

Being trapped inside is the same as waiting to die, so what's the difference?

He greedily inhaled the oxygen, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, while constantly looking around at the debris that surrounded him—a crater of trash that had been created when the spaceship crashed.

He looked up again. "Luckily, the unknown depths of the wormhole aren't too high, or I would have fallen to my death."

Then, Tony used both his hands and feet to climb up the mountain of garbage.

In an instant, the camera zoomed out—an endless ocean of garbage appeared before his eyes. The vast expanse of trash stretched out like layers of ocean waves, and he seemed like a tiny ant in the sea...

Unable to discern directions, unable to see the end.

Looking at the endless garbage, Tony first felt a sense of powerlessness and suffocation, but then his heart stirred with excitement.

"With so much trash, there must be something I need in there!"

"I can first build a communicator and see if I can connect to the channel of this planet's civilization to ask them for help... No, we can't rely on them alone; we also need to find a way to start building the spacecraft!"

He quickly made plans for both scenarios.

"But first, let's try to immobilize my hand, and then get me something to eat..."

He hadn't eaten or drunk anything for days, and there were no kind terrorists here who would bring him food.

Tony was just about to turn around to see which piece of trash caught his eye when a deafening roar of engines filled the sky.

He froze instantly, raising his head like a refugee, squinting at the distant sky.

There, a black dot is rapidly approaching!

He immediately jumped for joy, his heart as refreshed as a parched desert meeting nourishing rain.

There's hope!

He never imagined he would be so lucky. He had thought that being sent into space by Ultron would only lead to him suffocating to death in the vast rainy space, with his body drifting for thousands of light-years without anyone noticing.

Unexpectedly, the turning point came so quickly!

He squinted and waved his hand incessantly.

The black plane was very fast, clearly very advanced.

Judging from the trash here and the technology of that plane, Tony clearly believes that this planet's technological level is very high, at least no worse than Earth's.

Normally, he wouldn't have acted so recklessly without knowing the alien's personality, but now he couldn't care less.

No one knows what will happen on the other side of the earth, but he will seize any opportunity that comes his way!

Moreover, Tony believed that with his intelligence, he could persuade the other party to spare his life, which would be more useful than killing him.

The spaceship had indeed spotted him, or perhaps it had been targeting him from the start, and its speed had now slowed down.

Tony thought to himself.

"Is it possible they detected a wormhole?"

No matter what, he had to seize this opportunity!

"Boom!!"

The engine and fuel injectors were getting louder and louder.

He gradually made out the spaceship's appearance—it was very peculiar, something that would only appear in a science fiction movie on Earth. It looked technologically advanced, yet also very old. The spaceship's exterior was weathered and worn, with not a single piece of paint left.

He then noticed that the spaceship wasn't actually black; its exterior color had oxidized to the point of being indistinguishable, which was why it appeared to be black.

Tony paused for a moment,

He's very familiar with this "battlefield-style" technology!

Back when we were in the heart of the Middle East terrorist strongholds, any truck you pulled out was covered in rust and dust.

He suddenly had a bad feeling, but before he could think about it, the spaceship was already hovering above his head. The movable flame nozzles were turned towards the ground, and scorching heat waves blew towards him in layers, as if to evaporate all the moisture from his body!

Tony raised his arms to shield himself slightly, but his foot slipped, and he fell back into the pit, rolling all the way to the bottom.

The solid metal struck his severed left hand, worsening the injury, but he felt no pain now. His mind was filled with the desire to find the Galactic Plumbers and launch a counterattack against Ultron, and he crawled toward the spaceship.

The flames from the thrusters gradually subsided, and the spaceship descended halfway. Then the hatch opened, and a group of aliens of various colors, but all with a beggar-like appearance, squeezed out. The one in the lead looked like a Somalia pirate captain, fierce-looking, missing a right leg, which he was propping up with a machine.

But Tony couldn't see clearly; both his eyes were filled with blood, and everything he could see was blurry.

He only saw a group of people emerge from the spaceship and surround him. The leader approached, seemed to glance at him, then turned back, shook his head at the others, mumbled something, and then turned back again.

Tony couldn't understand, but that didn't stop him from calling for help.

"Do you know the Galactic Plumbers? It's a very famous interstellar organization! My friend is Security Officer with the Galactic Plumbers. If you can help me contact Galactic Plumbers, I will definitely repay you!"

Earth is probably unknown in the universe, so Tony cleverly raised the banner of the Galactic Plumbers, hoping that this organization, which could scare Thanos, would be famous enough.

Sure enough, after he finished talking about the Galactic Plumbers, those people seemed to become much friendlier.

The leader even reached out his hand to him, seemingly wanting to help him up.

Tony breathed a sigh of relief and quickly offered his still-functioning right hand. Then he heard a "thud" of a gunshot, followed by a large, electrified net instantly covering his face.

"Take away!"

"This kid doesn't look like he can fight. Let's just sell him to the mines!"

"Damn it, what a loss! The money from selling these trashy white slaves isn't even enough to buy some rice! If it were two years earlier, I would have stewed them into meat and eaten them!"

The man, looking utterly dejected, dragged the convulsing Tony back to the spaceship.