Tony: Establishing the "Yuri" File

# Chapter 8: Tony: Create File "Yuri..."

After sending off the bookstore old man, Yuri moved his luggage into the building.

The first floor was completely empty—Rob clearly intended for him to run some business here to gain experience. The second floor had already been renovated, a three-hundred-square-meter room filled with the fitness equipment that had been expelled from the family alongside Yuri. The third floor was divided into two spaces by a wall; the side near the window was obviously Yuri's bedroom, since it was full of his personal belongings.

Going back down to the first floor, Yuri shook his head as he carried a chain lock that weighed at least twenty kilograms. He activated Phastos's shaping and assembly ability, and in a few seconds, the iron chain transformed into a mechanical combination lock with an archaic style and mysterious patterns on its surface.

"This should count as handicraft, right?"

Yuri placed the lock on the chain-link gate and activated his ability to fuse the two together. It was a pity he didn't have the power to transform matter—otherwise he could turn the iron gate into a Vibranium door in no time, absolutely indestructible and unbreakable.

Set password: 666404666

Through the gap in the gate, Yuri caught a glimpse of a fair leg passing by on the street. The sky was growing dark. Aside from the few three-story buildings where people had set up homes above their shops, the lively street from daytime was now quiet, with only a few mischievous kids kicking a street ball around, refusing to go home.

He let out a breath at the empty first floor. He'd already figured out what business he wanted to run: selling handicrafts.

It was just to appease his father anyway. Whether this no-cost business made money or not didn't matter—he couldn't lose money on it, right?

Back on the second floor, he flipped the power switch and plugged in all the fitness equipment that needed electricity, one by one.

Mutants only knew killing and evolution in their heads, never having an intuitive understanding of their own ability levels. But Yuri was a human now—if he didn't even know the extent and limits of his own abilities, how could he call himself one?

Yuri loaded the long barbell with weights. A quick calculation gave him exactly 2022 jin—that is, 1011 kilograms, 1.011 tons.

Gripping the bar with both hands, Yuri easily lifted the weight that could crush a person to death. Gauging his own feeling, he directly let go with one hand and switched to lifting it one-handed.

Raising and lowering it twice with ease, Yuri set the barbell gently on the ground. It was frustrating—the existing equipment simply couldn't measure his actual strength.

He activated his ability and went to town modifying everything. In the spacious gym, he tinkered with every piece of fitness equipment... Half an hour later, the sky outside the window had gone completely dark, and Yuri had finally finished his modifications.

All the original, varied fitness equipment had vanished, replaced by only a weightlifting machine for testing strength, a treadmill for testing speed, a force gauge for testing attack power, and a pile of miscellaneous parts.

Plugging the weightlifting machine into the power source, Yuri gripped an insulating rod on top of it tightly. This thing was essentially an electromagnet—the greater the current, the stronger the attraction between the two iron ingots.

Two tons, three tons, four tons, five tons, six tons, seven tons, eight...!

No matter how hard Yuri pushed, he couldn't break through the eight-ton limit. He slowly released his strength and set down the insulating rod. This strength wasn't bad—though it couldn't compare to the Hulk and couldn't match Spider-Man either, it was more than enough against the Winter Soldier and Black Widow.

Captain America?

That guy was a damn bug!

Yuri turned on the treadmill, steadied himself, and gradually increased his speed: 1m/s, 3m/s, 5m/s... 10m/s, 20m/s, 40m/s...

On the belt, Yuri's legs had become a blur—you couldn't make out their specific motion. A wisp of blue smoke slowly rose from the soles of a pair of shoes marked with the NIKE logo.

Their owner didn't care about such details at all; his mind was only on accelerating, accelerating more!

70m/s!

81m/s!

The rubber belt groaned under the strain, and Yuri gradually slowed down.

81m/s!

291.6 km/h!

He could run at this speed all day!

"Not bad!"

Yuri took off his shoes. Their soles had melted and deformed, giving off a foul smell. Disgusted, he opened the window and precisely tossed the shoes into a trash can on the street below.

A few stray cats foraging for food were startled by the large shoe soles whizzing past them. They were about to yowl in protest but met a pair of golden, slit-pupiled eyes.

"Meow~"

As if they'd seen something terrifying, the little creatures scattered in all directions instantly. They'd probably all have the same nightmare tonight.

Yuri closed the window, lightly tapped the nearly destroyed treadmill, and let it break down completely into individual parts. Then he turned on the force gauge, eyeing the black rubber pad on it eagerly.

The force gauge worked on the same principle as the weightlifting machine—both were essentially electromagnets. But the force gauge brought two electromagnets together, while the weightlifting machine pulled them apart.

"Thump!"

A dull impact sound rang out, and the force gauge's display reported a terrifying number: 12.6 tons!

Yuri nodded. That was just a test; now he had to get serious.

"Thump!!"

The force gauge wobbled and reported a number: 16.9 tons!

He shook his hand. The rubber pad was still too thin.

"Thump!!"

16.5 tons!

Yuri nodded in satisfaction: right arm 17 tons, left arm 16.5 tons... With this destructive power, what building couldn't he tear down?

He pulled back his fist and switched to a kick.

"Thump!!!"

The force gauge let out an unpleasant creak; its reinforced frame was already buckling under the strain. Yuri kept reinforcing it as he looked at the number: 20.1 tons!

"Boom!!!"

19.2 tons!

Yuri retracted his leg with satisfaction, then frowned somewhat ruefully at the cracked second-floor floor. It seemed he really needed to learn from Phastos how to turn his three-story house into an impregnable fortress.

Thieves and burglars weren't the issue—his main worry was that this newly acquired three-story building might get wrecked by his own antics.

Late at night, Yuri lay in bed, sleeping soundly.

Tony tossed and turned in his bed. He had just swapped out the electromagnet in his chest, and the strange sensation still hadn't settled in.

"That bullet Yinsen took definitely ruptured his spleen! So why does the medical report only say superficial wounds plus blood loss?"

In the haze between sleep and wakefulness, he found himself back in that terrifying cave. The man with his back to him spoke coldly: "Tony, kill yourself."

He watched in horror as his own hand raised the pistol and pulled the trigger. In the split second before darkness consumed his vision, the man slowly turned around, revealing Yuri's handsome face and those unnaturally pure white pupils!

"NO! Yuri!"

The dream shattered. Tony screamed himself awake. The bedroom lights cast a reassuring glow, and Jarvis's steady voice echoed from all directions: "What's wrong, sir? Shall I call Mr. Yuri for you?"

"NO!"

Tony scrambled out of bed. "Jarvis, don't mention that name in front of me... at least not tonight!"

"Very well, as you wish, sir."

Jarvis complied without missing a beat. After a pause, seeing Tony dressed and leaving the bedroom, he asked routinely: "What are you going to do now, sir? Shall I summon your bedtime service for you?"

"Is that really how you see me, Jarvis?"

Tony grumbled indignantly as he walked into the lab. All the lights turned on in sequence, and the spacious room exuded a thick aura of technology: "Create a file. Name it 'Yuri Ambrosius.'"

"As you can see, Jarvis, I just had a nightmare..."

"But I can't guarantee that's all it was!"