Overworked to Death: Tony

Although they had already qualified, Shen Mo had no intention of going out just yet.

He still needed an opportunity.

Thor and Loki went to find a way to bring reinforcements from Asgard, while Tony stayed in his laboratory, conducting research day and night.

Compared with Loki,

Tony faced true despair.

No matter how intelligent he was or how hard he pushed himself, there was still a limit. Scientific research had never been simple. Behind every astonishing success lay countless failures.

But he had no time.

According to the worst-case estimate, within one or two months at most, inhabited cities would begin to fall. Even now, some alien monsters and soldiers had already broken through the blockade and entered human cities, causing a number of civilian casualties.

Whenever he imagined the despair on those people's faces, Tony simply couldn't fall asleep.

In his heart, he also believed to some extent that this was his responsibility.

"Jarvis, begin the sixty-fifth giant mecha simulation test."

Tony looked at the giant mecha on the virtual projection before him, his voice hoarse.

Jarvis did not begin the simulation.

"Your physical condition is already extremely poor, sir. You must rest."

"I'm fine. I know my own condition. Begin the simulation!" Tony raised his voice.

If anyone saw him now, they certainly wouldn't recognize him. In just over ten days, he had become haggard beyond belief, his face covered in stubble and his eyes bloodshot.

He could barely sleep.

"Yes, sir." Jarvis couldn't refuse Tony's command.

But his programming also contained emergency procedures for precisely this situation.

Thus, Pepper hurried in a few minutes later.

"Oh my God, Tony, don't tell me you didn't sleep properly again last night." Pepper took Tony by the arm, her heart aching for him. "You can't keep going like this.