I'm Just a Passing Stand User

Fang Mo was completely dazed right now.

He still hadn't figured out what was going on with the Chinese Language Mod and the Lucky Block, and now this Iron Man suddenly popping up—what was that about?

The guy in front of him was definitely Iron Man.

Right now, the other man was wearing a shabby coat, his bloodstained chest embedded with a crude electromagnet, connected by two wires to a car battery. Though his face was haggard, Fang Mo recognized him at a glance—this was absolutely the real deal.

But... in Fang Mo's understanding, Iron Man was a character from the movies. How had he become a real person? Where the hell had he transmigrated to?

"Iron Man? What's that?"

Stark seemed to freeze for a moment when he saw Fang Mo's reaction.

But before he could speak, another man, who looked thinner and middle-aged, suddenly said, "Sir, no offense, but we're just prisoners the terrorists captured."

"Uh... you are..."

Though his mind was a mess, Fang Mo quickly recognized the other man's identity: "The surgeon named Yinsen?"

"You know me?" Yinsen was a bit puzzled. He really didn't remember ever meeting this person before, but that was good news—it might reduce the other man's hostility.

Thinking this, Yinsen slowly raised his hands to show he was unarmed: "As you can see, my companion and I are also victims captured by the terrorists. They'll probably kill us before long..."

Yinsen's words were fairly well-spoken. He immediately positioned himself as the same kind of victim as Fang Mo, giving them a common enemy.

"Wait, let me sort this out first..."

But before Yinsen could finish, Fang Mo suddenly pressed his forehead and asked Stark, "So... you really are Tony Stark, right?"

"Uh... that's right."

Stark hesitated for a moment but still nodded.

"You're sure?"

Fang Mo couldn't help confirming again.

"This..." Stark seemed taken aback, then couldn't help asking back, "Is there a second Tony Stark in this world?"

Hearing this.

Countless thoughts raced through Fang Mo's mind.

He hadn't expected to transmigrate into the Marvel Universe, and it seemed like the timeline was very early—Iron Man hadn't even been born yet.

At the same time, he finally understood.

The true identity of that Golden Book in the dungeon reward chest.

If Fang Mo wasn't mistaken, this item that could let him travel to other worlds should be from the Mystcraft mod.

Fang Mo had actually played the Mystcraft mod a few times.

The main element of this mod was about exploring other worlds. Players could apparently use a book to travel to all kinds of different worlds—bad luck and you'd fall straight into the void, good luck and you might even encounter special terrain like the Diamond Continent.

But the problem was, even if Fang Mo had transmigrated to another world, it should have been an MC world.

What was this about throwing him straight into the Marvel Universe?

Even a modpack modification shouldn't go this far!

Now it was done—even Fang Mo himself didn't know how to get back.

"Um."

Just as Fang Mo was getting a headache, Yinsen suddenly spoke up to remind him: "It's rude, but I have to warn you—Tony Stark is very important to them, so I doubt these lunatics will give up so easily."

And as if to confirm Yinsen's words, soon a lot of footsteps sounded from outside.

Fortunately, Fang Mo's ability to adapt was still very strong. Back when he first transmigrated to the MC world, he had adapted quickly, so the same applied now. Though he was still a bit surprised inside, his hands moved without delay. He directly controlled Steve to place a large pile of Cobblestone at the door, blocking the group outside.

"Damn it! Where did these rocks come from!?"

Through the meter-thick stone, faint angry shouts came from outside.

Unlike the terrorists' fury outside, the two men inside the cave were stunned by this sight. Especially Stark, who had believed in science since childhood—even though he had already seen this before, he still couldn't help widening his eyes: "This... how did he do it?"

"I don't know either."

Yinsen was naturally just as bewildered. He simply couldn't figure out the principle: "Nano-printing? Holographic projection? Or some special ability? Or maybe like you said earlier... sorcery?"

But before the two could finish their discussion, suddenly a series of desperate screams rang out from outside.

Yes, when blocking the door with Cobblestone earlier, Fang Mo hadn't kept Steve inside. Instead, he chose to take the initiative to attack—after all, hiding blindly wasn't Fang Mo's style.

To prevent the enemy from escaping, Fang Mo even specifically had Steve block the other exit of the cave, completely sealing the terrorists inside the middle passage. Only then did he take them out one by one.

Before long, the screams outside gradually died down.

"Mm, all done."

After dealing with the terrorists, Fang Mo turned around: "Now we can sit down and have a proper talk."

"Uh... ah?"

Maybe the screams outside were indeed too terrifying, leaving Stark a bit dazed. It wasn't until Yinsen nudged him that Stark suddenly snapped back to reality, and he quickly nodded: "Uh, yes... of course, we really should have a good talk."

"Then let's start with you."

Fang Mo lowered his head in thought for a moment before speaking to Stark. "Tony Stark, right? Let me think... you should be that infamous playboy from TV, the world's biggest arms dealer. Tell me, how did you end up here?"

"I was in Afghanistan testing the Jericho Missile, but then I got attacked."

At the mention of this, Stark's mood visibly darkened. He pointed at the electromagnet on his chest. "As you can see, I woke up to find this thing stuck in my chest... Thanks to it, the shrapnel can't pierce my heart for now, but these people keep threatening me to build the Jericho Missile. I refuse, so they torture me in all sorts of ways."

"That thing looks like it took some skill to make. Did he do it?"

Fang Mo glanced at the electromagnet on Stark's chest, then pointed at Yinsen beside him. "So he saved your life?"

"Yeah, I survived an explosion, and then they strapped a bomb that could go off any second onto me."

Stark's mindset was clearly at rock bottom. He looked down at the electromagnet on his chest, then raised his head to scan the surroundings. "Look at this crappy environment. I could die any minute from infection, short circuit, or massive blood loss. And even if I somehow survive, those terrorists definitely won't let me go."

"And what about you?"

Fang Mo asked. "What do you think?"

"I have to escape." A flicker of determination flashed in Stark's eyes. "There's no way I'm building them the Jericho Missile. They'll definitely kill me after that!"

"The military must be searching everywhere for you, but this place is way too hidden."

Hearing Stark's words, Yinsen couldn't help but chime in. "On the map, this area is completely blank. Even satellites only see mountains. We need to find our own way out."

"I know. I'm already working on it."

Stark covered his face with both hands and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

For a playboy who had enjoyed luxury and privilege since birth, this was the worst situation of his life. The threat of death filled his heart with crisis and confusion. He didn't even know how much longer he had to live.

"Maybe... you could try relying on a bit of Eastern Sorcery?" Suddenly, Fang Mo's voice rang out. Stark froze, instinctively looking up at him, only to find the other man already staring back.

"Is that really sorcery?"

Stark stared at Fang Mo for a long time before finally asking, "Are you willing to take us out of here? And how did you get here in the first place?"

"That's a long story..."

Fang Mo paused, starting to think about how to fabricate a lie.

To be honest, Fang Mo didn't really want to stay in the Marvel Universe for too long. After all, the Marvel Universe was way too chaotic—villains popping up every other day trying to destroy the world or something. Even with Steve as his Golden Finger, he'd rather go back to the MC world and mine in peace.

But the problem was, Fang Mo had no idea how to get back.

He'd played the Mystcraft mod before, but that didn't mean he knew everything about it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have accidentally ended up here, right?

Since he couldn't go back anytime soon, Fang Mo figured it was worth building some connections.

Take Tony Stark here, for example—the world's richest man, a genius scientist, Iron Man, and a future founding member of the Avengers. As the saying goes, more friends mean more paths, more husbands mean more homes. Fang Mo declared that he was definitely going to befriend Stark.

Besides, Fang Mo had always loved the character of Iron Man.

If he got the chance, he wanted to change the tragedy that played out in the original story.

"Have you guys heard of Stand Users?"

After deciding to get on Stark's good side, Fang Mo quickly organized his words.

"What's that?"

The two had no idea, of course, since this world didn't even have the JOJO manga. They simply shook their heads, and Stark asked curiously, "Is that some kind of Eastern honorific for a wizard?"

"I'm just a passing Stand User, really."

With that, Fang Mo deliberately let out a sigh. "You might not believe this, but I was just chilling at home when, out of nowhere, some weird situation dropped me here. As for what happened after... you saw it. Those terrorists started it."

"Wait, you're saying you just appeared here out of nowhere?"

Hearing Fang Mo's explanation, Stark looked visibly shocked. "Are you... sure?"