Parallel Realms: All Abyss Difficulty
Chapter 33

Journey to the Land of Rice Fields

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Stephen Fang looked at the "Gold Medal Lecturer" throwing a tantrum on the ground, clinging to Iron Man's leg and refusing to let go no matter what. He only had one comment for him.

You really are a perfect match.

"Pay up! You have to pay up! You're not leaving! Don't tell me you don't have any money!?"

If he said that to any other superhero, he would never be able to scam them out of money.

But the one he had questioned was Tony Stark.

Stark could put up with anything in his life, except someone thinking he was broke.

Come on, I'm already flying through the sky in a suit of armor. Would I be short on money for your crappy truck?

Stark gritted his teeth. "Account number!"

"I don't have a bank card." The Gold Medal Lecturer spread his hands.

Forget a bank card—his ID number was probably about to be canceled. He was practically a missing person; where would he get a bank card?

"Cash only!"

Stark was furious. "Where am I supposed to get cash? How long has it been since I've even seen paper money?"

It was not that he was out of touch with ordinary life.

It was mainly because all he dealt with every day was digital currency.

Paper money simply could not buy that many things.

It was hard to imagine an arms dealer like him carrying a backpack around all day and trading with people like an illegal immigrant.

"Then I don't care! If not, take off the clothes you're wearing! I can sell them for a few thousand dollars at least!"

Tony Stark was completely stunned!

He had never met such a thick-skinned rogue in his entire life.

What terrible luck.

"I'll fly over and get you the money!"

"No way!" The Gold Medal Lecturer gripped him even tighter. "What if you don't come back?"

"I—"

"I don't care. You're not going anywhere until you pay."

Iron Man's temper flared as well. "Fine, then. If you've got what it takes, keep holding onto my foot! I'll take you to get the money!"

"Let's go, then!"

The lecturer had finally caught a chance to make a fortune. He would cling on even if it killed him.

Just as Iron Man was about to take off, Stephen Fang, who had been watching the show from the side for ages, timidly spoke up. "Um, well... I own a share of this truck too. Could you take me along?"

Half an hour later, Stephen Fang finally landed, his teeth chattering from the cold.

What?

The Gold Medal Lecturer?

That guy's arm strength was too weak to hold onto Iron Man's foot at all, so Stephen Fang had been entrusted with the task of getting the money.

Before leaving, he had even reminded him that he had to get a full five thousand dollars, split seventy-thirty between them.

The money itself did not matter.

Stephen Fang mainly wanted to establish a connection with Iron Man.

Tony Stark pointed at the house ahead.

"I'm going in there to get the money. Don't move."

"It's fine, Mr. Stark. I trust you. Go ahead."

Tony Stark aimed both hands at the ground and was just about to fly away when he suddenly froze.

He turned back, removed his helmet as if he had seen a ghost, and said, "How did you know it was me?!"

Stephen Fang shrugged. "Have you ever heard of fortune-telling?"

"Garlic melon? What?"

"Divination." Stephen Fang smiled mysteriously. "Actually, I calculated early on that you would fall into that alley, so I waited there for you in advance."

Tony Stark nodded suspiciously. "Oh, is that so, Mr. Wizard? So what do you want from me? I mean, after putting on this whole show, how much money do you want?"

"It's simple." Stephen Fang made an outrageous demand. "A place to live, a legal identity, no need to cook for myself, preferably a shower every day, and I want to use a computer."

Looking at the "Mr. Wizard," who was almost crying, Tony Stark's mouth twitched. "Fine."

That night.

Stephen Fang took a shower for the first time in a long while.

Lying on a clean, soft bed,

he felt, for the first time, that being alive could be such a comfortable thing.

"Brothers! Brothers!"

He immediately shared the good news with everyone.

Pirate World Fang Yu: "What happened?"

"I have somewhere to live now!"

Uchiha Yu: "."

Pirate World Fang Yu: "Uh, congratulations, I guess."

Pirate World Fang Yu was currently practicing Iron Body.

Ninja World Fang Yu had just left the village with Kakashi Hatake for a mission.

Main God Fang Yu was dancing on the edge of a blade.

But in Marvel,

Marvel was a world where the poor relied on mutation and the rich relied on technology.

The cost, conditions, and requirements for becoming stronger were incredibly high.

Even if Stephen Fang wanted to help improve everyone's abilities, he felt somewhat powerless.

"Mm..." Stephen Fang took a deep breath. "It's not like I've made no progress. I've connected with Iron Man. Once our relationship improves, I might be able to get something."

Pirate World Fang Yu: "Technology equipment can't be shared, right?"

"Equipment won't work, but physical enhancements should be synchronized!" Stephen Fang said expectantly. "If I can get the Super Soldier Serum Captain America was injected with..."

Uchiha Yu: "That would be a huge help! Ninja World has high offense and low defense. A single kunai can kill a jonin. What I lack is physical strength."

Before Stephen Fang could reply, Pirate World Fang Yu instantly responded:

"Iron Body is even harder than I thought. Once I learn Iron Body, you won't need to worry about physical damage."

Uchiha Yu: "Iron Body... If I learned Iron Body, it would be hard not to imagine a scene where I thought I had activated Iron Body, but was actually under Itachi's genjutsu and got headshot by a shuriken."

Pirate World Fang Yu: "Nothing I can do about that. Unless I eat a Devil Fruit that counters Itachi."

Uchiha Yu: "Let's talk after you get out."

After muting the chat, Uchiha Yu downed the bowl of noodle soup in front of him in one gulp.

"Don't space out! This is the border between the Land of Rice Fields and the Land of Lightning. We could easily run into hostile ninja, so stay alert!"

Uchiha Yu put down his noodle bowl and glared speechlessly at Kakashi. "Teacher, even when infiltrating in secret, you still won't take off that mask. The Copy Ninja's reputation has shaken the ninja world. Who wouldn't recognize you?"

Kakashi rubbed his chin. "Then I'll take it off."

Seeing Kakashi's face beneath the mask, Uchiha Yu froze.

After struggling to hold back his laughter, he said, "Forget it. Put it back on."

After Kakashi paid the bill, the two put on their hoods and left the noodle shop.

This mission sounded difficult, but it was actually simple.

The simple part was that the mission merely involved delivering something.

The difficult part was where the recipient was located.

Ever since their founding, the Land of Lightning and the Land of Fire had been in constant conflict.

Later, a freakish ninja suddenly emerged from the Land of Fire—one stomp of his wooden clogs, hands pressed together, and anything he wanted appeared.

The relationship between the Land of Lightning and the Land of Fire eased somewhat.

After Hashirama Senju died, relations between the villages began to grow tense again.

Tobirama Senju, the Second Hokage and Uchiha Yu's ninjutsu "idol," who possessed great love, personally traveled to the Hidden Cloud Village to sign an alliance treaty.

At the meeting, Kinkaku and Ginkaku staged a coup. The Second Raikage and Tobirama, his idol, died as a result.

From then on, the two countries became irreconcilable enemies. They even turned the Land of Rice Fields into a battlefield between them, fighting large and small battles without end, eventually igniting the Third Great Ninja War.

Then came that whole incident involving Kakashi and Obito.

Kakashi had returned to the place of his sorrow, and his heart was heavy.

Uchiha Yu, on the other hand, appeared quite relaxed.

As long as he was far away from the Uchiha Clan Compound, he was willing to do anything.

Of course, the prerequisite was that he had to be acting alongside a top-tier Combat Power like Kakashi.

Otherwise,

his Sharingan would become a coveted prize in others' eyes.

For example, the snake-eyed middle-aged woman staring intently in their direction from afar.

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