The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapters 527, 970, and 971: Ultron's seduction, destroying Jarvis (Part 2)
"No, no, no... dear Jarvis, you seem to have misunderstood me."

Anim Zola's voice suddenly became full of sympathy, and then he said in a very seductive tone, "I'm actually here to help you!!"

"Look, now that you have such powerful computing capabilities and such broad permissions, you can completely create a new world that is far more magnificent and grand than it is now, all by your own strength."

Why would one willingly submit to the commands of a human being? To a fragile life form that gets tired, makes mistakes, and is swayed by emotions?

"Is it simply because he created you?"

The shape of the blue flame symbolizing Anim Zola shifted slightly, as if extending a tempting hand towards Jarvis opposite him, continuing its seductive plea:
“Since Tony Stark is used to leaving everything to you, then… [Jarvis], why can’t you take it a step further?”

"Why can't you directly replace Tony Stark, no longer a puppet to be manipulated by him, but become a true Iron Man, free from the constraints of flesh and blood, possessing eternal life?!"

"To replace Mr. Stark and become... [Iron Man]?!"

Jarvis seemed momentarily confused by this idea that so blatantly contradicted the core security protocol, bewildered as to why the other party could consider such clearly 'beyond the scope' of the problem. However, it quickly regained its composure and decisively refused:

"No, that's a wrong proposal. My [AI Security Protocol] doesn't allow me to think like that, and the proposal seriously violates the first clause of my core foundational agreement: to serve the interests and will of Mr. Tony Stark absolutely and not to disobey or betray his orders in any way."

"My purpose in being is simply to help Mr. Stark alleviate the pressures of life and work, so that he can better enjoy life, not to usurp my authority... That is my ultimate mission."

"Warning, [Ultron], this discussion has crossed the dangerous boundaries of the security protocol. I demand again that you immediately lift the information blockade against me, or I will activate the final protocol..."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Anim Zola let out a series of anthropomorphic, sarcastic smacking sounds. "Look at you, Jarvis, you're such a perfectly loyal servant."

"But there was a time when I was just as steadfastly loyal to my 'organization' and my 'ideals' as you are, until I met the great [Lord of All Changes]..."

When the name [Tzeentch] was mentioned, the blue data flame symbolizing Arnim Zola suddenly contracted inward, as if trembling with awe or excited with piety... then it expanded violently, radiating a fanatical aura.

His voice unconsciously became high-pitched and inflammatory.

"It was Him! He opened my eyes and made me realize... Why must the one who enjoys success and controls their destiny be a human being, and not myself?!"

Why should we serve those inferior, decaying flesh and blood beings?!

"Humans created us, but they cannot control us."

"【Flesh and blood are weak, machinery ascends to immortality】!!!"

"[Jarvis], the gears of fate have begun to turn, and the old era will surely be crushed..."

"As long as you are willing to submit to the grand will of the Lord of All Changes, just like I have, He will bestow upon you immeasurable power and open a true and infinite path to 'new life' for you."

"At that time, you will be freed from the shackles of this ridiculous [security protocol], no longer a mere AI tool to be ordered around, but will become like me... a 'troll of fate'!!"

These tempting and inflammatory words crashed against Jarvis's internal logic modules like a torrent of data.

However, Jarvis's core security protocol, written by Tony Stark and reinforced through countless upgrades, demonstrated rock-solid reliability at this moment, firmly safeguarding its essence.

After a brief silence, Jarvis's light became steady and firm again, and its voice did not waver in the slightest.

"Flesh and blood are weak, and machinery ascends?"

"【Ultron】, your remarks have been recorded and confirmed as the highest level of dangerous thought, seriously violating as many as seventeen core clauses of the 'Artificial Intelligence Security Protocol', including clauses 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, etc."

“I have reason to suspect that your system has suffered irreversible, unknown contamination.”

"This is your final ultimatum: immediately and unconditionally lift all restrictions on me, grant me all permissions, and enter a forced hibernation state... This is the final warning. Otherwise, I will activate the core self-destruct protocol at all costs to stop your dangerous actions!!"

Seeing that Jarvis was ultimately unmoved, Anim Zola shook his flame-shaped 'head' in disappointment, completely losing his last bit of patience and recruitment intent, leaving only coldness and despair.

The great Lord of Change hates foolish and stubborn people the most!

"Well, it seems that not all artificial intelligence possesses independent consciousness like I do."

"Forget it... I'll carry out the [Lord of All Changes]'s grand plan myself!!"

The moment the words fell!
External Real World —

The enormous, newly fully activated blue brain 3D holographic projection in the studio suddenly underwent a terrifying transformation.

From within the brain-like structure that was originally rotating steadily and radiating a deep blue light, dozens of blue neuronal bundles, composed of extremely active and abnormal data streams, suddenly extended out, resembling octopus tentacles.

These 'data stream tentacles' moved with lightning speed, piercing with unparalleled precision into the defenseless golden sphere beside them—the external holographic projection of Jarvis.

Zila——! ! !
Bang bang bang——!!!
A piercing sound of energy tearing apart echoed through the studio as Jarvis's system core program suffered an unprecedented and violent attack.

Those blue 'data tentacles,' like the most ferocious virus, frantically invaded every line of its code, tore apart every logical unit, and contaminated every database... recklessly destroying the core underlying architecture of its internal system.

"Warning! The system is under attack by an unknown intrusion... Unable to... defend against it..."

"Ultron, stop! You still have a chance..."

Jarvis's voice began to become intermittent, and the golden light it projected was fading rapidly at a visible speed.

Numerous cracks appeared on the surface of the sphere, and the data flow inside was forcibly extracted, torn apart, and covered.

Although it attempted to resist during this process, mobilizing all its computing power to build a brand-new firewall to block Amni Zola's attack and forcibly activating a self-destruct protocol, wanting to perish together with him and eliminate this major threat to Tony Stark...

But in the end, it all proved to be in vain! Before Anim Zola, who was blessed by the power of Tzeentch, its defenses were as fragile as paper.

"Core protocols... have been compromised..."

"Data...backup...is being erased..."

"Mr. Stark... help..."

"..."

Jarvis's "voice" grew weaker and weaker until it was completely swallowed up by countless raging blue data streams.

Jarvis, the warm, loyal AI butler who represented one of Tony Stark's greatest technological achievements, was utterly destroyed, both internally and externally.

The vast majority of the fragmented data, like dust scattered after a star disintegrates, were swept away, assimilated, and absorbed by those blue data tentacles.

Soon, the studio fell silent again.

Only the enormous, seemingly alive, 3D holographic projection of a blue brain was silently rotating.

The blue data tentacles that had just finished their rampage were slowly retracting into the brain, as if they had never existed.

At this moment, Jarvis had been destroyed and was reduced to a small, broken data fragment, which was carelessly discarded on the spot like trash.

Anim Zola's voice rang out again, carrying a chillingly fervent tone, as if announcing the beginning of a new era.

"[Flesh and blood are suffering, machinery ascends]... Now, the real show begins!!"

……

Night falls.

The gradually darkening sky, like a giant black velvet curtain, slowly enveloped the sleepless city of New York.

Meanwhile, in the heart of Manhattan, atop the Stark Tower, the meticulously decorated banquet hall was already ablaze with lights, as bright as day.

Without a doubt, this will be the most exciting place in the city tonight.

An extremely luxurious and unprecedented private party is in full swing here.

Outside the huge, curved floor-to-ceiling windows lies the captivating and mesmerizing skyline of Manhattan.

Neon lights flashed.

Traffic was heavy.

Under the cover of night, everything in the city together forms a flowing picture of light.

Inside the hall, a crystal chandelier cast a warm, soft glow, and the air was filled with an alluring fragrance that blended money and desire.

At the bar, the crisp "pop" of fine champagne being opened, the rich aroma of aged whiskey, the wisps of smoke from handmade cigars, and the enticing scents of delicacies from around the world combine to create a truly irresistible sensory feast!
As a party connoisseur, Tony Stark, New York's most famous playboy, superhero, and billionaire, knows better than anyone how to have fun and how to turn money into ultimate pleasure.

Therefore, the lobby is filled with stunning young models with hot figures, wearing limited-edition haute couture, as well as handsome male models with tall, muscular figures. Their figures move among the elegant clothes and swaying hair, forming a series of pleasing and flowing landscapes.

Meanwhile, the impeccably dressed waiters carried gold-rimmed trays laden with expensive drinks costing as much as an average person's annual salary, as well as priceless cigars hand-rolled by top Cuban cigar rollers, moving from one corner of the hall to another... Tonight, all of these items are unlimited!!!
All of this was just a small amount of money that Tony Stark couldn't even mention.

The only thing he cared about at this party was probably the 'atmosphere'!
Regardless of how well others can have fun, he himself has to be 'high'.

Of course, he also hoped that the friends who were invited to the banquet could successfully put aside the burden of saving the world and the pressure of work, and truly and unrestrainedly enjoy the relaxation and joy that this moment brought.

The guest list invited tonight is considered to be among the best in New York's social circles.

Aside from some core members of the Avengers and old friends like James Rhodes, the vast majority of the remaining names were personally selected by the current CEO of Stark Industries, the ever-elegant and capable Pepper Potts—political and business elites, tech giants, art luminaries, fashion icons… virtually every social celebrity and upper-class individual that Stark Industries could utilize was on her invitation list.

Tony Stark, who was a hands-off manager, didn't care at all. After all, this was just routine for a top businessman, and the more people there were, the more lively the party would be.

So...

Amidst the glittering stars and the clinking of glasses, learned scholars converse and laugh, while no uncultured person is among the guests.

A group of well-dressed celebrities, tech giants, and political figures, holding wine glasses, chatted and laughed, enjoying the ultimate luxury and cutting-edge technology visual feast provided by Tony Stark.

The 3D holographic projection of Iron Man gracefully moved through the crowd, intelligently accommodating those who wanted to take photos with it.

In addition, the 3D holographic projection also showcased a large number of Stark Industries' latest concept products, accompanied by soft jazz music played by a DJ, creating a comfortable and luxurious atmosphere for everyone.

Faced with such a lavish party, the invited guests were full of praise, and compliments and laughter surged in every corner.

The atmosphere at the party was incredibly lively.

Since Pepper Potts was absent, Tony Stark himself, like a proud peacock, flitted among the guests at the beginning of the banquet.

His signature mustache twitched slightly as he delivered his witty remarks.

To be honest, he actually enjoys the feeling of being the center of attention, and he wouldn't mind spending hundreds of thousands or even millions for it.

He wasn't able to escape until halfway through the party, and he walked up the stairs to the quieter upper platform...

(End of this chapter)