Shocking! Tony Stark had made a domineering return.
News of Tony Stark's return caused a huge stir.
Every newspaper, self-media outlet, and news broadcast—
They were all covering Tony Stark's return.
"How was the training going for those two?"
"Not bad." Wesker wore a black trench coat and stared expressionlessly at their combat data.
"Then have Andrew put on the suit these next few days and be a proper Super Kid in New York." Nathan Hawke took a sip of milk tea. "I know you can handle it."
Wesker shook his head. "I don't think highly of him."
Nathan Hawke said earnestly, "I know. Mentally, he's still a child. But that's exactly what I want. He'll expose flaws."
Wesker turned to look at him.
He pondered for a moment.
"As long as you know what you're doing." With that, he strode away.
Nathan Hawke smiled wryly, recalling who he had been before transmigrating.
He had been just as childish, just as innocent, until he got taught a lesson.
The doors to the Combat Laboratory opened.
Translucent staggered out, muttering, "It hurts. It hurts so much."
Nathan Hawke suddenly remembered that this guy had been killed by a bomb shoved up his ass. He wondered what level of pain that had been.
Had anyone ever tried it?
"Hello, Boss." The moment Translucent saw Nathan Hawke, he put on a fawning smile.
Disgusting. Nathan Hawke waved a hand.
"Did you read the plan?"
"I did, I did. I know this plan inside out. I guarantee I'll pull it off beautifully." Translucent puffed out his chest and patted it proudly. Wasn't this just a copy of The Seven? Child's play.
Over the past few days, Translucent hadn't spent all his time chasing women. He had also properly observed this world.
Against these ordinary people, no problem.
Nathan Hawke could tell at a glance what he was thinking.
Forget it. He could talk after Translucent suffered a setback.
Although American Ass and Captain Marvel had existed before Iron Man—
It was the world after Iron Man that was most familiar, where all kinds of "extraordinary" beings emerged one after another.
"You're different from Andrew. Aside from your invisibility, you need to learn how to use all kinds of weapons." Nathan Hawke raised a brow.
"Ah!" Translucent got a headache just thinking about it.
"Hm?" Nathan Hawke's gaze turned cold.
"Yes, Boss. I guarantee I'll complete the mission." Translucent immediately stood at attention and saluted.
"Alright. This world's waters run deep, so don't get yourself killed." Leaving those words behind, Nathan Hawke stood and left the Combat Laboratory.
Only Translucent remained, standing there blankly as he considered Nathan Hawke's words.
"Was that a warning, or was it real?"
Hello, everyone. My name is Andrew, and today was the day I officially became a superhero.
Although my official debut wasn't far off, I still had to become a superhero first.
With a flick of Psychic Power, the character profile floated before him, while a donut flew from its bag to his mouth.
As he ate, he silently memorized his character profile.
After finishing it, there were still Super Kid's designated lines, superhero lines, things he was not supposed to do, and superhero codes of conduct.
"Arghhhhh!"
"This is so annoying."
With that, his Psychic Power was about to erupt completely.
Then he suddenly thought of Nathan Hawke and Wesker. The papers and donuts all fell to the floor.
"Whew..."
Andrew let out a long breath.
It wasn't as if he had never considered running away. But whenever he thought about what he had done in his previous world—
Where could he go after running away? Could he make money?
He could. Of course he could.
Robbing money, maybe. Illegal. No.
Andrew immediately threw that thought aside.
His Psychic Power was so strong. He could work as someone's bodyguard. Easy.
No, that was still working for someone else. He might as well listen to Nathan Hawke.
Maybe he could start a company himself. He had power, just like Wesker. No, he didn't have that kind of business sense. Besides, it was too troublesome. His current life was better—he had food and fun.
And superheroes were just so cool.
He had wanted to do this for a long time.
It was just that he couldn't do things his own way. That was lame.
Superhero outfits were pretty badass too.
With a curl of his finger, the black-and-white Superhero Suit at his side flew over. Black and white, supposedly to match New York's colors. A black cape fluttered behind it. White boots, black pants, a white top, and finally, a black V-shaped mask.
My name is Super Kid. You can also call me Super Kid V, or Super V.
He put on the outfit and activated his Psychic Power.
"Super Kid is here."
"Quick, call 911!"
An apartment building was engulfed in raging flames, which spread endlessly into the surrounding area.
A crowd rushed out in panic.
But one woman was especially frantic. Tears streamed down her face as she shouted, "My child is still upstairs! He's still upstairs!"
As the fire spread, thick smoke continuously billowed from the apartment building, and fierce flames shot high into the air. The surrounding streets and buildings seemed stifled by the threat of the blaze, while the smell of burning filled the air.
The fire trucks arrived.
The crowd's eyes immediately lit up.
After getting out, the firefighters began their rescue efforts. Their vehicles and equipment moved constantly through the scene. Wearing protective gear, they did everything they could to contain the blaze. The onlookers stood nearby in panic, too afraid to approach the fire. An atmosphere of chaos and anxiety enveloped the entire area.
"My child! The fire is about to reach my home!"
"My child! My child is upstairs!"
Everyone followed her gaze and saw a boy of six or seven crying on the apartment balcony, screaming for help.
In an instant, the woman broke free from the people restraining her and tried to rush inside.
"Wow!"
"Look! Look! What's that?"
A burst of shocked cries suddenly came from behind them, and some people even pulled out their phones to start recording.
The woman looked back in shock, following their gazes.
That direction seemed to be my home?
When she looked up, she saw a figure floating in front of her son.
The woman sucked in a breath. Her legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed to the ground, barely managing to keep herself from falling.
"Hello, little friend. I'm Super V. You should call me Brother Super V." Andrew pointed his thumb at himself.
As for the title Super Kid, forget it. Calling himself a kid in front of this little guy would be so lame.
"Are you a superhero?" The child suddenly forgot his crying and his danger, staring dumbly at the black-and-white hero before him.
"That's right. I'm here to save you." Andrew pressed his right hand down. With a crack, an entire section of doors and windows was shoved inward.
Picking up the child, Andrew said confidently, "Big brother will take you flying."
"Let's go!"
"Waaaaah!" The little boy happily experienced this magical moment.
As Andrew flew through the air, he quickly observed what was happening below and saw a woman gazing up through tear-filled eyes.
"I think that's my mom," the child said beside his ear.
"Then shall we go find Mommy?" The child looked at the superhero carrying him and nodded heavily. "Yeah."
"Let's go."
Andrew dove straight down and made a rapid landing in front of the woman.
"My child! My child!"
The woman cried out loudly, but she was too afraid to step forward.
"Mommy." The child called out. Andrew handed him to her.
The sound of photos being taken rose endlessly around them.
"Thank you. You are?" The woman did not know how to address him.
"Super V. Yes, call me Super V." He absolutely couldn't mention the title Super Kid. It wasn't cool at all, Andrew thought.
"Thank you, Super V." The woman burst into tears of joy.
"Really, look! It's a superpowered person!"
"Mom, I met Superman!"
"Really! If I'm lying, I'll eat shit."
"There are superpowered people in this world. Want to bet? Bet your third leg."
Listening to the crowd gradually gathering around him, talking on phones and filming, Andrew slowly floated into the air.
"My name is Super V, your friendly neighbor." With that, he shot into the sky.
In his office, Nathan Hawke suddenly felt a faint fluctuation coming from within his body.
It was different from those system-type stories.
As long as Nathan Hawke and the villains he had summoned did things that could earn prestige—
Once another summon became available—
Nathan Hawke could feel a force of summoning surging within him.
It could be said that this Golden Finger was quite attuned to his feelings.
And now, Nathan Hawke could sense that summoning force about to fill up.
"Soon. Soon."
Who would be next?
Nathan Hawke was greatly looking forward to it. He just hoped it wouldn't be another villain with Translucent's kind of temperament.
Meanwhile—
Inside Obadiah Stane's office.
Obadiah Stane furiously swept all the documents from his desk onto the floor.
"Damn Tony. Damn Tony Stark."
"I'm your godfather. When your parents died, I was the pillar that held up the sky for you."
"This company doesn't belong to you. It isn't yours to dictate alone."
"Shut down the weapons research department."
Obadiah Stane's face twisted viciously.
Then he suddenly glanced aside and noticed the mirror on his desk.
He looked at his own savage expression.
Then he smiled faintly.
"It's fine."
"It's fine."
"Those people couldn't kill you."
"Then I will."
And our protagonist, Tony Stark—
Was throwing a party. But the beautiful women and parties he had once loved now felt somewhat dull.
After the party ended, he went to his laboratory and looked over the suit blueprints he had designed once more.
"Sir, there is a video you need to watch."
"What is it?" Tony Stark frowned. Jarvis actually had a video it wanted him to watch. Tony Stark snapped his fingers.
"Alright, put it up."
The video began playing.
"A fire? What's so interesting about that?" Seeing the apartment building burning in the video, Tony Stark was about to close it.
"Sir, I suggest waiting a few more seconds. This is a program you set for me. I must inform you to watch this video."
"Alright, alright." Although Tony Stark had already forgotten what he had designed that required Jarvis to make him watch this particular video.
A few seconds later—
Tony Stark's mouth fell open.
"Is this for real?!"
Though shocked, he knew that if it really was special effects, he would melt Jarvis down.
"Superpowers."
Tony Stark replayed the video again and again, examining every frame and every second.
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