The Stumbling Iron Man

451's mechanical eyes widened abruptly. It stared at the scene before it, an expression of disbelief appearing on its rigid face. It looked at Tony in disbelief. "Why can't you control this armor? That's impossible!"

The enormous God Slayer stood 9,000 meters tall. Under Tony's control, the armor staggered, then crashed to the ground with a boom, triggering a thunderous explosion. Even a slight leak of energy could cause widespread Spacetime fluctuations.

Tony Stark's brain and spirit were bound to the God Slayer armor. His consciousness continuously extended beyond the limits of mortals. It was as though every inch of the God Slayer's surface, every inch of space, and every moment in time was filled with Tony's will.

Tony experienced a strange yet real illusion. At that moment, he was a god. Countless worlds were under his command, and countless timelines lay exposed before him. It seemed that with a wave of his hand, he could destroy it all.

"This feels terrible."

Tony barely managed to say it. He felt as though he had fallen into an enormous mire. Though he could move, every action was immensely sluggish. His consciousness seemed to be gradually drifting away from his body, drifting toward a realm beyond mortal existence.

To be honest, Tony hated this feeling. A proud man like him simply could not tolerate anything beyond his control.

Tony quickly asked, "451, are you sure I can control this armor?"

Compared to Tony's confusion and struggle, 451 displayed sheer madness.

It felt as though something had exceeded the limits of its control. Things were not supposed to be like this.

"How could this happen? I spent so much time, wandering for who knew how many hundreds of millions of years, before I finally found your father and chose you! So why can't