War Machine Makes His Debut

Tony had resolved his palladium poisoning problem too early due to Chu Hang's interference.

The moment the threat of death disappeared, he completely let himself go. He felt invincible, his technology at least fifty years ahead of the world, with nothing left that could threaten him.

Once a person lost their goal, they easily felt empty.

Tony's way of filling that emptiness was indulgence.

The cliffside mansion by the sea in Malibu had not been quiet for weeks.

Music could be heard several kilometers away, making the glass hum. Expensive champagne was sprayed everywhere like free tap water.

The enormous infinity pool was packed with bikini models with stunning figures, their laughter mixing with the splashing water. On the lawn, one of the world's top DJs wore headphones and bobbed his head over the mixing deck while the men and women around him twisted wildly to the beat.

The center of the party was neither the DJ nor any celebrity.

It was Tony Stark.

Wearing that flashy red-and-gold Mark 4 armor, he stood beside the DJ booth like a ridiculously out-of-place metal idiot, awkwardly swaying along with the music.

He thoroughly enjoyed being the center of attention.

He raised his right hand, and a faint glimmer flashed from the repulsor in his palm, precisely lighting the cigar held between the fingers of a blonde girl in the distance.

The girl let out an exaggerated scream, drawing cheers and whistles from everyone around her.

Tony proudly raised his metal chin.

He extended his hand toward the pool again. A cryogenic beam swept across the surface, instantly freezing a thin layer of ice over it and trapping several floating bottles of beer inside.

Someone cheered and jumped over, smashing the thin ice apart before grabbing an ice-cold beer and draining it in