No One Has to Help You

"Oh? Then tell me about it?"

Tony put on a look of waiting, but his eyes quietly observed Feeney's every move.

"I feel like your chair is going to break, and you'll fall flat on your face!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the front leg of the plastic chair Tony was sitting on suddenly broke. Caught off guard, Tony's body was about to fall forward. Just as he was about to fall badly, his Palm Ejection System suddenly activated, which helped him stabilize his body.

Feeney watched from the side with regret. Tony's reaction time was definitely not enough. It must have been the Artificial Intelligence Jarvis that helped him adjust his body, otherwise he would have definitely fallen.

Tony, who had stabilized himself, had his eyes flashing with deep surprise. He looked at the broken chair behind him and said stubbornly, "How did you do that?"

"Jarvis, Frame-by-Frame Analysis, what small movements did he make just now!"

A few seconds later.

"Sir, Mr. Feeney was just talking to you and did not make any particularly unusual actions."

"Impossible!"

Looking at Feeney with a smiling face, Tony couldn't help but pause. He finally said reluctantly, "Okay, I admit your mages are capable, but they're just trivial tricks."

Feeney didn't mind. Looking at the standing Tony, he thought for a moment and asked, "The armor manufacturing was successful. What are your plans next?"

Tony didn't answer. Instead, he pulled over another stool and continued, "You tell me about your Mystic Arts Mages first."

"How many people are there? Are they a special organization? Are they registered with the country?"

"I don't know the exact number, but there aren't many. They should be considered a special organization. Registered with the country!? Probably not."

Feeney felt it wasn't an important question and answered according to what he knew.

"Then what is the purpose of your organization? Secretly ruling the world?" Tony continued to 'interrogate'.

"Pah, quite the opposite. The purpose of our existence is to protect the world." Feeney glared at Tony and then explained, "Earth is actually very dangerous. The dangers of the Science Side are protected by people from the Science Side, like the army, Captain America, or you, and perhaps some genetically mutated people in the future, etc."

"But the dangers of the Mystic Side are protected by us from the Mystic Side, like us Mystic Arts Mages. If it weren't for my teacher, Earth would have been finished long ago."

"Dangers of the Mystic Side?" Tony stared at the wine glass in Feeney's hand, his gaze filled with inquiry.

"For example, retrieving some dangerous Magic Equipment from various places, or stopping a Dimension Master who wants to devour Earth."

"Dimension Master!?"

Tony could understand Magic Equipment, but he was a bit confused about Dimension Master.

"Aiya, this is difficult to explain." Feeney scratched his head in distress, thought for a moment, and said, "Anyway, they are very powerful, beings that transcend the general Life Tier. You just need to know that if he descends, a few nuclear bombs won't work."

Tony fell silent after hearing this. He would choose to believe Feeney, adopting a "better safe than sorry" attitude, that such an enemy really existed.

Tony's personality was somewhat similar to Feeney's in that he didn't like to place his hopes on others. If the enemy was really as described, he found that the Iron Armor he had created seemed useless. At least he couldn't survive a nuclear bomb right now.

He thought he was almost a max-level Big Shot, capable of protecting the Earth, but who knew the enemy would be so strong? In comparison, the Iron Man Armor was simply beginner gear.

Noticing Tony's expression, Feeney was worried about scaring him and quickly comforted him, "But don't worry, with us mages here, that guy can't come to Earth, and my teacher is here too!"

"Then what if your teacher isn't here?" Tony retorted. In his heart now, he trusted almost no one except himself.

"So, didn't I say before that she knows Time Sorcery and can see the future? She would have arranged everything before she left."

Honestly, Feeney had a lot of trust in the Ancient One. He even hoped the Ancient One wouldn't step down. Doctor Strange's 'negotiation' was clearly less secure than the Ancient One. If possible, he would definitely stop the Ancient One from seeking death.

Tony opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He felt Feeney's idea was a bit fantastical and that he trusted his teacher too much.

"Alright, I've told you what I needed to. What are your plans?" Feeney looked at Tony curiously.

He could actually see Tony's distrust, but what did it matter? If he could really create an 'Anti-Dormammu Armor', he would be too happy to celebrate.

However, judging from Tony's future creation of the 'Hulkbuster Armor', the hope of creating an 'Anti-Dormammu Armor' wasn't very high.

"My plans..."

Tony's eyes flashed with confusion. Although the Iron Armor was his hope and goal to correct past mistakes, he hadn't really thought about what to do after creating it.

Seeing Tony's troubled state, Feeney thought for a moment and decided to remind him.

"You can go fight terrorists, like that doctor who treated you before..."

"You know Yinsen!?" Before Feeney could finish, Tony suddenly stood up and interrupted, his Face Mask closing, and the Energy Cannon in his hand aimed at Feeney: "Are you one of them!?"

"Is your brain flooded?"

Seeing Tony's action, Feeney frowned and replied displeasedly, also standing up and saying, "Yes, I know Yinsen. I even know who kidnapped you. I actually know many things, does that prove I'm one of them?"

Actually, Tony realized he had gotten too emotional after saying that. If Feeney were really one of the terrorists, he wouldn't have been able to escape.

But Yinsen was one of the most important people in his life, and he had just sacrificed himself in front of him a few months ago. He hadn't told anyone about this, which was why he was so agitated when Feeney mentioned it.

However, Tony at this time was not the kind of person to swallow his pride and apologize. He just chose to lower the Energy Cannon in his arm and asked further, "Why do you know him?"

"It's none of your business!"

Feeney said impatiently. Anyone would be unhappy if suddenly pointed at with an Energy Cannon. This thing was much more powerful than a gun. If it really hit him, whether he could survive without being in the 'Possessed by Evil Spirit' state was uncertain.

He had trusted Tony, which was why he had deactivated 'Possessed by Evil Spirit' earlier. After all, unlike the Iron Armor, it wasn't powered by energy; constantly equipping it consumed stamina.

Tony's actions just now had undoubtedly betrayed that trust and instantly ruined his good mood.

"Tony Stark, please remember, everyone's life has its own trajectory. Not everyone likes their life to be interfered with, and no one is obligated to help you."

After saying this, Feeney, who was in a bad mood, didn't wait for Tony to reply. He quietly chanted "Portal" and opened a gate back home.

Tony was left standing alone in the villa, silent for a long time. After a while, he slowly said, "Jarvis, I need to find a place to have a drink to calm my nerves. Any recommendations?"

"Sir, your third annual charity ball for the Fire Family Foundation is currently being held at the Disney Concert Hall. Ms. Potts is also there."

"Alright, get me ready, I'm heading out!"

"By the way, sir, you weren't invited to this ball!"

Hearing this, Tony's mood worsened. When had the ball he hosted started not inviting the host? If he couldn't bully a sorcerer, couldn't he at least show off in front of an Ordinary Person!?

It's... Friday!