Leon Stark

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[Character templates only inherit superpowers. Unless specifically mentioned, they generally do not inherit the original owner's personality, memories, experience, skills, and so on.]

[Before you read: the protagonist is a bastard with some morals, but not much. He plays around quite a bit, likes making friends, and often invites his friends to friendship matches to maintain their relationship. All the friends he makes have humanoid forms, and they all use those humanoid forms during friendship matches, but their species may not necessarily be human. If you don't like it, please leave via the upper-left corner.]

United States, Las Vegas, the venue for the annual highest honor awards ceremony.

Colonel Rhodes, dressed in formal military uniform, was introducing the evening's most important award recipient from the podium. The audience was filled with senior military and government officials, business tycoons, and their arm candy.

"Tony Stark—a dreamer, a genius, a patriot."

"From his youth, as the son of legendary weapons developer Howard Stark, he quickly drew public attention with his extraordinary intelligence."

"At four, he built a circuit board. At six, he made his first engine. At seventeen, he graduated top of his class from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology."

"Afterward, his father passed away, and Howard's lifelong friend and partner, Obadiah Stane, took over as head of Stark Industries."

"Until twenty-one-year-old Tony turned over a new leaf, returned to the company, and became Stark Industries' new CEO, wielding supreme authority over the weapons empire."

"Tony ushered his father's legacy into an entirely new era—developing smart weapons, advanced machinery, and satellite-guided strike technology."

"Today, Tony Stark has created a new landscape for the weapons industry. He defends the freedom of the United States and safeguards the nation's global interests."

He paused.

Thunderous applause erupted from below.

Colonel Rhodes continued:

"As Stark Industries' military liaison, I have had the privilege of working alongside such a true patriot. He has been both my mentor and my friend."

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to present this year's highest honor award to Mr. Tony Stark!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Applause rang out once more.

However, when the recipient was supposed to come onstage to accept the award, Tony Stark himself remained nowhere to be seen.

"Tony?"

Holding the trophy, Colonel Rhodes scanned the room but failed to spot his target. He could only awkwardly and helplessly look toward a round table near the center of the venue, where only two people sat.

Meeting Colonel Rhodes's gaze, Obadiah was about to rise and accept the award on Tony's behalf when Leon, seated at the same table, beat him to it and headed for the stage.

At the sight of this.

Obadiah's ass, which had just lifted two and a half centimeters from his chair, could only settle back down. With a smile that did not reach his eyes, he watched Leon accept the trophy onstage.

As Leon stepped onto the stage,

waves of awed female voices immediately rose from the audience.

There was no other reason for it.

Leon was simply too handsome.

Ruggedly handsome!

Beneath his carefree, mature appearance lay the elegant bearing of someone long accustomed to power. A mere wicked curl of his lips radiated incomparable masculine charm.

This man was Tony Stark's twin brother and also our protagonist—Leon Stark.

Perhaps because they were fraternal twins, the Stark brothers did not look exactly alike. Leon was far, far more handsome than Tony.

As the second young master of Stark Industries, he was a famously spoiled playboy among the United States' elite. He did nothing all day but indulge himself in wine and women.

That was why Colonel Rhodes had not mentioned him while introducing Tony earlier.

Because aside from that devastatingly handsome face and a fairly decent physique he had trained to keep up with making friends every day without strain.

Leon was practically useless.

He was so poor that all he had left was money.

If Tony had not frozen his bank cards, fearing that Leon—who had not left the house in seven days—might literally die from making friends, and forced him to get some fresh air while picking up an award for him.

Leon would never have bothered attending this damn award ceremony.

Wasn't making friends far more enjoyable?

"Oh my God, thank you for saving me, Leon. Otherwise, I would've been so embarrassed I'd have dug myself a luxury villa with my toes."

Rhodes whispered with immense relief.

"You're welcome, Rhodes."

Leon replied with a smile, then turned toward the audience. Holding the trophy, he casually ran his hands over it as he said:

"Oh~ this damn trophy is really beautiful."

Clap clap clap clap clap!

Leon had only made that crude remark, yet the guests below immediately gave him a round of applause. That was the influence of Stark Industries.

Even if he cursed out a motherfucker, he would still get applause.

Then.

Leon pressed down with his hand, and the audience quickly fell silent again.

"Haha, thank you all for your support."

"Clearly, I'm not Tony. But if I were him, I'd tell you all how honored and delighted I am, and how happy I am to receive this distinction."

"Everyone knows that Tony's greatest strength is also his greatest weakness: whenever he starts working, he always forgets to eat and sleep..."

Leon spoke with great eloquence, praising his older brother without even needing to prepare a draft.

At the same time.

Tony Stark was nearby in a casino, partying so hard he had forgotten to eat and sleep.

After the awards ceremony ended.

Rhodes and Leon found him immediately.

At the time, he was rolling dice with a young model.

"I seriously can't believe you stood me up, then came here to party with a young model!" Rhodes complained resentfully.

"They clearly told me that if I gave you the award, you'd be deeply honored..."

"Of course. I'm extremely honored to receive an award from Colonel Rhodes."

Tony recited woodenly, then glanced toward Leon, who already had a companion in his arms and had shoved all of Tony's chips on the table into a single all-in bet.

"So, where's my little cup, Leon?"

"I gave it to her."

Leon pointed at the young model in his arms, who was dressed tastefully and currently showing off her technique.

"Feels pretty good."

Tony shrugged and smiled. It was impossible to tell whether he meant the trophy or the woman.

"I give up on you two brothers. One of you plays harder than the other."

Colonel Rhodes covered his face, unable to bear watching.

But the gap between his fingers was a full two and a half centimeters wide, so it was basically the same as not covering his face at all.

Tony and Leon were already used to Rhodes's words saying one thing while his body said another. They exchanged a knowing smile.

Behind the brothers.

Happy, their stout assistant and bodyguard, whose belly looked like it could hold a boat, dutifully kept watch over everything around them, symbolically ensuring his two bosses' safety.

The group partied from eight in the evening until one in the morning.

After they called it a night.

Rhodes repeatedly reminded Tony, "You still have to demonstrate your newest results to the military tomorrow. Don't be late."

"Got it, got it."

Tony agreed perfunctorily, then turned to Leon, who had already eaten three rounds and somehow still had the appetite to pack takeout to bring home.

"Leon, how about you go in my place? You wouldn't want..."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't!"

Before Tony could finish, Leon immediately shook his head in refusal.

"If you try threatening me by freezing my bank cards again, watch out. One night, I might slit your throat with a knife. You believe me?"

"Not even Pepper could stop me. I mean it!"

"Fine."

Tony shrugged and said regretfully, "Leon, you still don't understand the art of explosions."

"What art of explosions?" Leon rolled his eyes dramatically at Tony. "Once you get blown up by one of our family's missiles, you'll learn your lesson."

Outside the hotel.

Surrounded by Happy and a group of bodyguards, the brothers were about to get into their car and head home when a blonde mature woman in black stockings and an office-lady outfit, brimming with charm, approached them.

Leon's eyes immediately lit up.