The Battle Begins

In Rebirth Hell, a glowing orb of soul light suddenly appeared in Wang Nanxuan's palm. It was Yinsen's soul.

When Yinsen died earlier, the magic within Tony had turned into a passageway, bringing Yinsen's soul into Rebirth Hell.

"Superhero."

Wang Nanxuan shook his head and tossed Yinsen's soul to Trask. Rebirth Hell needed talents like Yinsen.

In a Manhattan building, the future Doctor Strange, Dr. Reed, stared at the stock data on his computer and nearly cried. Stark Industries stock had always been so stable—why had it fallen this badly?

"I'm afraid I'm going bankrupt again this time. Uh, why did I say 'again'?"

Dr. Reed sighed inwardly. Just then, his close friend, a burly bald man—the future The Thing, Ben Grimm—ran in and shouted excitedly, "Reed, Tony Stark has been rescued! He's holding a press conference right now."

"Really?"

Dr. Reed was overjoyed and hurriedly turned on the television, only to find Tony sitting on the floor as he held a press conference.

"Great, my stocks are saved."

Dr. Reed cried out excitedly. At that moment, Tony on the television loudly announced, "From this day forward, Stark Industries' weapons research division will be permanently shut down."

"What?"

Dr. Reed was dumbfounded. He turned to Ben and asked, "I didn't hear that wrong, did I? Stark Industries is shutting down its weapons research division? They're arms dealers, for God's sake!"

Ben looked at Dr. Reed sympathetically and said, "You heard right."

"It's over. Stark Industries' stock price is definitely going to collapse."

With a mournful face, Dr. Reed said to Ben, "Ben, I'm bankrupt again."

"My condolences."

Ben consoled him. Dr. Reed asked in astonishment, "Why are you so calm?"

"Because you've already gone bankrupt more than ten times."

Ben said, "Don't worry about me. Before you made your investment, I already collected the next three months of my salary in advance."

"..."

Dr. Reed was speechless. Why were you so practiced at this? And why was I so unlucky?

When someone lost money, someone else naturally made it. Wang Nanxuan and Tony's father, Howard, made a fortune. The TikTok Company they had jointly founded was also officially established and ready to begin operations. With Howard involved, the TikTok Company's future was boundless.

"Now all that's left is to wait for the battle between Iron Man and Iron Monger. Hopefully, it'll be even more intense than in the movie."

Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, Wang Nanxuan gazed at Stark Industries in the distance. Whether his plan to collect souls through disasters would work would soon be known.

"A mysterious Hero has suddenly appeared on the Middle East battlefield. Wearing an Iron Man suit, he has been striking terrorists everywhere. Some say he is a secret weapon of the American Military, while others say he is God's messenger..."

Watching the Iron Suit on the screen, Obadiah Stane, a Stark Industries director whom Tony regarded as a father, had eyes full of greed. If he could master such a Battle Suit, he would become America's god!

"Tony, you really know how to lay golden eggs."

The bald, bearded Obadiah muttered to himself. Just then, his phone suddenly rang. After listening for a few moments, he said excitedly, "I'll come see you myself."

Soon, Obadiah arrived at a camp somewhere in the Middle East with his private security detail. The camp's owner, terrorist leader Lazar, personally came out to welcome him. "My friend, we've finally met."

Lazar was the terrorist who had previously blown up Tony. The reason he had done so was Obadiah's order. Obadiah had long wanted to eliminate Tony and monopolize Stark Industries.

Obadiah followed Lazar into a tent and impatiently asked, "Where's what I asked for?"

"Here."

Lazar, whose face was covered in burn scars, pointed at the reassembled Mark I in the corner and said, "My men spent several days gathering all the pieces from the desert. Also, here are the blueprints and the footage from that time."

"Let me see."

Obadiah played the recording. It documented Tony's process of building the Arc Reactor and Mark I. Unfortunately, because it was too blurry and Tony had deliberately blocked the view, many details could not be seen.

"You actually thought he was helping you build Jericho Missiles? Ignorance really is terrifying."

Obadiah pointed at Yinsen on the screen and asked, "Where is this man?"

Lazar answered with an ugly expression, "He's dead."

Obadiah continued, "Is the body still there?"

Lazar was puzzled. "It is. What use is it?"

"Just because you're useless doesn't mean I am. I know a Mutant who can talk to corpses."

Obadiah said this as the butterfly effect caused by World Fusion officially appeared. With so many worlds merged together, the future could not possibly remain unchanged.

Lazar said excitedly, "Excellent, Obadiah. I can give you everything, but you must make a batch of Battle Suits for me. I want to conquer the world like my ancestors did."

Obadiah could not help laughing. Ten minutes later, every terrorist in the base had been dealt with by the private security detail he had brought.

"A bunch of ignorant tools thinking they can become masters. Ridiculous."

Obadiah sneered and returned to America with Yinsen's corpse, the wreckage of Mark I, and the blueprints.

Not long afterward, the scientists under Obadiah successfully created a Counterfeit Arc Reactor. Its performance was worse, but it worked—or at least, Obadiah believed it did.

That night, Rebirth Group was working overtime as busily as it had in previous months. Susan deeply suspected that taking over as vice president had been a mistake. She was so busy that she did not even have time to find a man and relax over a drink.

Natasha was equally doubtful. Had she come here as an undercover agent, or to be worked like a mule? She worked twelve hours a day, then still had to work overtime after getting home. She did not even dare turn off her phone. What kind of undercover assignment was this?

Should I just report this company outright?

Natasha complained inwardly. Just then, a thunderous boom suddenly sounded in the distance. Her expression changed slightly. That was the sound of a missile explosion. The problem was, this was Manhattan, not the Middle East.

Natasha hurried to the window and saw a dazzling blaze erupting from the direction of Stark Tower in the distance. Immediately afterward, heavy gunfire and explosions rang out from over there.

"What the hell is going on?"

Natasha frowned deeply. Wang Nanxuan was equally surprised. Using his enhanced vision to look toward Stark Tower across from them, he discovered it had already become a battlefield—Iron Suits versus the U.S. Army.

Wang Nanxuan complained inwardly, I wanted the scene to be bigger, but where did all these Iron Suits come from? And why is there an entire army?

Let's turn the clock back a little. Because he suspected the source of the terrorists' weapons, Tony sent his assistant and girlfriend, Pepper Potts, to steal information from Obadiah's computer.

As a result, Pepper found footage on Obadiah's computer of the terrorists threatening him. Only then did Tony learn that Obadiah had hired killers to murder him.

Tony was furious. He put on Mark III and came to New York to confront Obadiah. At the same time, Pepper Potts arrived with Coulson and the others.

On Obadiah's computer, Pepper discovered that he was mass-producing Battle Suits. Thus, Coulson not only brought a large number of agents, but also requested Military support. The Military did not waste any words and directly dispatched Armored Vehicles and armed helicopters.

Naturally, Obadiah would not surrender without a fight. Thus, amid violent explosions, the area around Stark Tower became a battlefield.