Tony was undoubtedly a confident man, even to the point of arrogance.
He had been a genius since childhood and was also a billionaire. With nothing but a mortal body, he had used his own intellect to build a suit of armor and become a superhero.
But the more confident a person was, the more easily they could go to extremes after suffering a blow.
This time, Tony had truly been shaken.
He had thought he was already strong enough, with a group of companions around him who, though "not as good as him, weren't far behind."
That kind of strength should have been enough to maintain world peace.
Yet he had never expected this enemy to come from beyond their world.
First, the Prince of Asgard, Loki, had caused trouble on Earth.
He had not seemed all that powerful, yet he had run circles around them.
Then he had summoned a countless army of aliens.
Those aliens might not have been particularly strong individually, but there had been far too many of them, along with those enormous mechanical whales.
They had fought bravely, but the handful of them simply could not oversee the entire battlefield.
While they were fighting fiercely in one place, the aliens were just as busily slaughtering civilians elsewhere.
And they could do nothing but watch with eyes stretched wide in fury.
Fortunately, amid all that misfortune, a powerful being had appeared at the end and wiped out every alien with justice delivered from above.
Yes, the outcome had been good, but Tony felt terrible.
A profound sense of helplessness seemed about to swallow him whole.
They had been lucky this time, but would they have to gamble on luck the next time too? Would they have to let that being save everyone again?
Beyond his