Stark had successfully developed the Bleeding Edge Armor. It could normally shrink into his body in nanite form, and flying to Titan in the armor would not be a problem. The armor also contained a communicator, making it easier to stay in contact with this universe.
He spent three days preparing. After finding the so-called "historical text," the dream no longer forced him to enter.
To commemorate his great achievements—or rather, to cater to his vanity—the Northern Citizens in the dream created a massive throne based on his Iron Man title, calling it the Iron Throne...
Although the dream world was primitive, Stark had gradually come to like it. The people here respected him and worshipped him as their king. That was unimaginable in modern society. Whether it was real or illusory no longer mattered.
Pepper was pregnant. Neither of them knew whether she had conceived in the dream world or the real world. Stark did not inform Pepper about this trip to the Cancerverse. When the moment came, he stood alone before the portal, filled with melancholy.
He did not know whether he could complete this mission successfully, or whether he could return alive.
This was completely different from facing tribal militants in Afghanistan. One small mistake could mean he would never return.
"Dr. Richards, if I... help me take care of Pepper. She's pregnant." Without saying more, he dressed like an ordinary person from the Cancerverse, smearing himself with a large amount of half-congealed plasma and filthy mud.
He gave the others a slight nod, then, wearing ordinary clothes, stepped into the transmission passage.
The world spun around him. When he regained consciousness, he found himself lying facedown in a place that looked like a garbage dump.
"Tony, can you hear us?"
"Tony, respond if you can hear