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Chapter 104 The Truth About Tony! Batman Returns! [10k]

Kamar-Taj Library.

Dust particles drifted slowly down in the beam of light.

"This book……"

Stephen Strange wiped away the thick dust on the table with his sleeve, revealing ancient runic markings underneath. He carefully placed the glowing golden tome in the center.

The faint light illuminated the medical doctor's furrowed brow.

Ian's Magic Book

The book title shimmered faintly in the dim light.

It seemed to be breathing as if it were alive.

“Ian…Ian’s spellbook…this is probably no coincidence.” Doctor Strange murmured, his fingertips lightly tracing the cover. The book glowing was something he had never encountered before.

This book has been sealed away for many years.

It has existed in the library since the birth of Kamar-Taj.

however.

It had never shone with golden light before today. One accident followed another, and Doctor Strange, a well-versed reader of detective novels, believed this was definitely not just a coincidence.

"According to my irresponsible bastard teacher, the origin of this book is untraceable, but it is at least two thousand years old and was discovered along with our Kamar-Taj heritage artifacts."

Doctor Strange ripped open his collar and pulled out an ancient pendant—a small metal disc inlaid with an emerald green gem, its surface etched with runes identical to those on the title page of his spellbook. The Time Stone, sealed in a container, was now held in Doctor Strange's hand, a faint green light flickering within it.

"Because of this book, it is called the Eye of Ian, and it is rumored to be an artifact from an ancient, higher dimension." Doctor Strange has read through almost all of Kamar-Taj's books more than once over the years, which is why familiar memories flooded back when he recalled the name Ian.

"Ian, Ian's spellbook, Ian's Eye of the Artifacts."

She began to murmur again.

The Time Stone shimmered faintly in its container, reflecting Doctor Strange's pensive face. He felt as if he were possessed by Sherlock Holmes, his mind racing as he pieced together clues.

1. The boy knew of the existence of the Sorcerer Supreme, but knew nothing about the modern magic system.

2. The boy mentioned dimensional demons, Dormammu, and Cyttorak, names that no one knew.

3. The opponent's powerful magical talent even made the Sanctuary submit to him.

……

this moment.

Doctor Strange's pupils contracted sharply, realizing he might have truly grasped the truth.

"He is an ancient being who has awakened from his slumber!" Doctor Strange's pupils swelled violently, as if he had just been diagnosed with retinal disease, and his fingers tapped the table unconsciously.

"Yes, perhaps that's why he seemed so contradictory. He clearly knew about mages, yet I sensed his ignorance of the magical world."

"Actually, it's probably just me who's ignorant. What he's been talking about is probably an ancient secret, a true history that has been submerged in the river of time!"

"What dimensional demon god, demon lord... He's subtly revealing his identity and testing me, testing the only Sorcerer Supreme of this generation who might pose a threat to him!"

Think of this.

Doctor Strange was greatly shocked.

His tapping on the table quickened. The temperature in the library seemed to drop several degrees. Doctor Strange's breath condensed into white mist in the cold air.

It's also possible that Doctor Strange's mind is in turmoil.

after all.

Based on this speculation, Stephen Strange, a top expert in the medical field, also realized with his extraordinary intelligence that he had probably leaked information that should not be leaked.

"My answer was tantamount to telling him that there were no more demons or dimensional demons in this world, and that he had become the only surviving demon after some earth-shattering event!"

Doctor Strange felt he had connected all the clues. Sure enough, all those mystery novels he had read over the years had paid off. He even connected Ian’s “arrogant” departure after pushing him down at the end—wasn’t that a sign that the Sorcerer Supreme, who had no backing, was no longer taken seriously?

That act of abducting a food delivery girl!

It's just blatant arrogance, showing that they can do whatever they want!
“This is amazing!”

Doctor Strange was astonished by his own deductions. Could there really have been such a legendary era in the past? Was there truly a glorious age where sorcerers could gain magical powers without effort?

"This is no longer the time for me to envy those mages. If demons and demon gods truly existed in this world, does that mean that boy..."

Doctor Strange's fingertips trembled.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

"That boy is the legendary evil villain who only exists in stories?" What an unfamiliar term, yet it made Doctor Strange gasp and feel a chill run down his spine.

Stop talking about him.

Even his teacher, the Ancient One, probably never encountered anything like this. The Supreme Master had already reached the pinnacle of spiritual cultivation, and his daily life of eating and sleeping had likely continued for generations.

Saying nice things and swindling money on the street is the daily routine of the Sorcerer Supreme... But now, a real, ancient threat has actually appeared?

"Am I the only one who can stop the disaster?"

An unprecedented emotion rose within Doctor Strange; unease and excitement intertwined in his veins. He felt that his empty life might finally have found its meaning.

"Will I become...a hero?"

Doctor Strange felt his pores gradually relax. He wasn't someone who particularly enjoyed self-sacrifice, but his dull life was finally experiencing a hard-won ripple.

How could we not seize this opportunity?

He said he was going to Stark Tower!

At this moment, Doctor Strange, his blood boiling, felt his mind was more active than ever before, and he predicted one evil plan after another that could be exploited by Stark Industries.

he knows.

I need to do something.

A red cloak flew in automatically and draped over the shoulders of the man burdened with responsibility. He grabbed the Time Gem pendant, hung it around his neck, stood up, and ran towards the door.

but.

After more than ten seconds, Doctor Strange returned.

"Thank you. No wonder my bastard teacher said I was the smartest of all the Sorcerers."

He kissed the Sherlock Holmes book; without reading it, he felt he wouldn't have such a logically rigorous way of thinking as Holmes.

"Now, you are my Watson."

Doctor Strange patted the cloak on his back and ran towards the door again—his figure disappeared outside the door. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he even forgot to close the library door.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the door hinges turned silently, slowly closing.

"Snapped."

An old hand gently pressed on the door, sealing the gap completely.

"Hey~"

A deep sigh followed.

“This is simply too clever…” The slightly hunched old man stood in the quiet library, the sleeves of his yellow robe hanging down. He was the bastard teacher who had already died in Doctor Strange’s memories.

The previous generation's Supreme Master.

Ancient One.

"Those who haven't been beaten up will always need to experience some setbacks." The Ancient One's bald head gleamed warmly in the candlelight, a helpless smile playing on her lips.

Inside the library, the dust settled again, and time seemed to flow exceptionally slowly. He walked slowly to the center of the room, his gaze fixed on the book, "Ian's Magic Book."

"I've studied it for eight hundred years, and there's not a single ounce of magic in it. Turns out, the book's owner didn't know magic at all." The Ancient One put the golden book back on the shelf.

“Our Supreme Master will help me figure out what’s going on.”

"However, I have to be careful. I don't want him to actually believe the nonsense I'm spouting and think that after death he can go to heaven and earth and travel the universe... becoming a free astral spirit."

Gu Yi muttered to himself as he walked to a hanging hemp rope, raised his hand and re-tied the knot into a slipknot. He tugged at it a couple of times to make sure no one would die from hanging before he felt a little relieved.

"Tonight I have to appear in his dream again and tell him that if no successor is found, even dying a heroic death won't count." Gu Yi muttered to herself, her figure gradually disappearing into the empty room.

"Still thinking of borrowing other people's power? Ha, a mage has to rely on himself... Even beings as great as eternity can't be trusted." The remnants of the Ancient One in the room slowly disappeared.

He is a physical entity.

It's just that I've left this place again.

……

new York.

Over Manhattan.

Ian bounced between buildings like a human cannonball.

Of course, someone will witness his actions.

"Ahhh—look! There's someone hopping in the sky! Is he a rabbit-man?" Exclamations of surprise could be heard from the street below every now and then.

"Oh my god, he must be delivering food."

A girl pointed to the sky, her voice filled with amazement.

"That's really amazing. If I had his skills, I can't even imagine how many tips I could earn in a day," the girl's boyfriend exclaimed with envy.

He was probably a food delivery guy.

"Can't you be a little more ambitious? With this kind of ability, why are you delivering food? You should go to Mexico and import local specialties—avocados are so expensive there, they're incredibly expensive here."

The girl sternly rebuked her boyfriend for his short-sightedness.

Her boyfriend looked ashamed.

“You’re right, I could actually go to Cuba to smuggle cigars.”

This really made her boyfriend start fantasizing.

"Reselling tobacco? Isn't that a bit too shady?"

The girl also started to worry about her boyfriend's character.

That's why they say people who aren't family don't enter the same door.

Both of them are quite imaginative.

Thankfully, no one called the police—it seems that New Yorkers in this world accept that "jumping bodysuit perverts" are part of the city's infrastructure.

perhaps.

Is it because excessive evil has never existed in this world?
Between leaps.

Ian has already left the Holy Sanctuary.

"Don't move, you're making my shoulder uncomfortable." Gwen Stacy, like a cat with its fur standing on end, gripped the back of Ian's collar tightly, her face full of exasperation.

She was being carried by Ian like a bag of cement.

Head down.

Once you open your eyes, all you can see is Ian's well-developed, perky buttocks.

"My dad's a cop! He's a crack shot! Put me down right now!" Gwen shouted through gritted teeth, her voice broken by the oncoming gale.

"I'm on important business, but you guys begged me to help you." Ian thoughtfully veered off course mid-air, so the bird droppings that should have been swallowed by Gwen only landed on her cheek. He didn't need Gwen to thank him, since he was somewhat in the wrong this time.

If Ian hadn't been so close to returning, he wouldn't have taken such a direct approach.

“My dad will really put you in jail!” Gwen continued to pressure Ian relentlessly as she took the tissue he offered to wipe her face.

"Stop joking around. Comparing dads to parents is pointless. I'm a few hours older now and past the age of doing that. I won't brag to you about how great my dad is as a superhero anymore."

Ian solemnly pinched Gwen's nape with his other hand.

Gwen immediately shrank her neck.

"No, wait, why does this scene feel so familiar?" Gwen was bewildered, reacting instinctively, and couldn't understand this inexplicable feeling.

I heard what she said.

Ian's golden pupils flickered slightly.

“That’s because even though the bond between us has been broken, I’m still guiding you.” Ian was indeed intentionally testing how to trigger Gwen’s soul memories.

"You see, I guarantee Spider-Man couldn't do that."

He suddenly bent his knees and exerted force.

He jumped up a lot from a height of more than ten stories again, grabbed the bird that had just spat out feces, and then shoved it onto Gwen's shoulder as he fell.

"Isn't that thoughtful enough? You regret not choosing me as the new Spider-Man, don't you?" Ian landed on top of a tower again, peering around to find Stark Tower.

"..."

Gwen didn't appreciate Ian's supposedly caring nature; she simply let go of the culprit who had attacked her, yelling, "You little lunatic! Didn't you just say that I begged you to be the new Spider-Man?"

Her question came out with suspicion and confusion. For some reason, aside from the anxiety of being "kidnapped," Gwen seemed unafraid of the high-altitude environment.

They were incredibly calm.

"Tsk tsk." Ian rolled his eyes upon hearing this.

"A normal person would continue to question me about why I committed the kidnapping, but you are concerned about who begged whom to become Spider-Man. With your mental state, it's no wonder you can sit at the same table as Tony."

His words left Gwen speechless.

Although slightly confused, the red temperature is still normal.

"I've questioned you dozens of times!" she emphasized loudly, but Ian ignored her, simply scanning the distant buildings with his superhuman vision.

in the city.

There are several tall buildings.

But none of them have anything to do with Stark Tower.

"Strange!"

Ian remembered that Stark Tower should have been very conspicuous.

Where is Stark Tower?

He asked the local man, Gwen, for information.

"What makes you think I'd help you even if you kidnapped me?" Gwen clung tightly to Ian's neck, her eyes closed, a cold smile on her face.

Ian nodded, agreeing with Gwen's words, but that didn't mean he had no solution. "Putting aside our bond, you don't want me to keep asking for directions because I'm lost, do you?"

“Maybe eventually we’ll run through every corner of the city.” He knew Gwen was an excellent student and knew how to mentally calculate the probability of running into acquaintances.

"Where did you learn to be so despicable?"

Gwen was indeed greatly shocked; the threat was clearly very effective.

"My Uncle Batman".

Ian lowered his voice.

"He's definitely not a good person!"

Gwen didn't know who Ian was referring to, but that didn't affect her confident tone, "Damn it, playing mind games with me... Stark Industries is over there!"

Gwen finally gave in.

He showed Ian the way.

She didn't know why she felt this increasingly stifling and familiar feeling inside, but she knew she shouldn't have gone out today, otherwise she wouldn't have run into this damn nemesis again!

Ok?
Why did I use the word "again"?
Gwen was completely bewildered.

And at this time.

Having obtained the specific direction, Ian immediately leaped up, the airflow blowing Gwen's bunny ear beanie off, but fortunately she was quick enough to raise her hand and grab it back.

“Of course I know a little about psychology, after all, I’m quite experienced.” Ian’s mouth was full of hair, so his reply was a little late. He was a bit frustrated as he frantically spat out Gwen’s hair.

"You definitely didn't wash your hair today!"

His voice was deafening.

Gwen's silence was also powerful.

He stopped shouting about being kidnapped and simply fell into an awkward silence. And so, Ian got a moment of peace, then continued to leap and dart between the buildings.

A few minutes later.

The two of them drew a perfect parabola.

Finally, it landed with a thud in the plaza in front of Stark Tower. The area wasn't particularly spacious, and the building was only the height of a normal building, so it's no wonder Ian had difficulty distinguishing it.

"Boom~"

Ian's high-altitude landing lacked the proper family tradition.

The floor tiles underfoot were cracked in a radial pattern.

but.

The moment Gwen landed, she only felt a slight jolt. The comfort on Ian's shoulder made Gwen feel as if Ian's body had a deluxe shock absorption system, which absorbed the impact of the landing perfectly—this was perhaps due to Ian's absolute control over his muscles and strength in his "one proof, forever proof" state.

"arrive."

Ian put Gwen down.

Gwen, who was trying to attribute the "shock absorption" to the fat in her chest, put her feet back on the ground.

She was still a little dazed.

"What are you doing?"

Gwen looked at Ian, who was squatting on the ground, with utter confusion.

“Although I could easily refrain from making any compensation based on the merits I’ve accumulated, I’m just being a gentleman.” Ian placed three hundred dollars under the broken floor tiles.

And a note that said whoever found the tile would be responsible for repairing it.

As long as you don't run into Commissioner Smith, the $300 even includes labor costs. That's how it is when you're honest. Whether others are honest or not is none of Ian's business.

"Huh? You're going to compensate for damaging public property? I don't believe you have that kind of awareness." Gwen seemed very surprised, looking Ian up and down as he stood up again.

“Well, what can I do? This is the world I created, and it deserves me to showcase my qualities.” Ian clapped his hands and turned to walk towards the entrance of Stark Tower.

"You've already fast-forwarded to the point where you're God and believing in you grants eternal life, right? Next, are you planning to erect a giant statue of yourself in the city center?"

When Gwen saw Ian heading towards the door, she immediately strode after him.

After all, we have come.

She also wanted to know why she felt so familiar with Ian, as if she had forgotten something. She might not be able to sleep tonight until she figured out that strange feeling.

“A little taller than the Statue of Liberty would be fine, thank you.” Ian’s steps were quick, and the glass doors of Stark Tower slid open silently as they approached.

There were no security guards, no security checks, not even a reception robot. There were two pretty girls at the front desk, but they only glanced at Ian and the guilty-looking Gwen.

Nothing happens.

Ian walked straight toward the elevator.

Gwen followed closely behind.

"Are you a shareholder of Stark Industries?"

She followed Ian into the elevator, her face full of disbelief. It was a luxury elevator, the interior of which was entirely wrapped in genuine leather, and even the handrails were polished mahogany.

Gwen spotted the management personnel's badge outside. "I'm a shareholder in your world, and I'm going to ask the CEO who planned this world what tricks he played in the planning scheme."

Ian pressed the button for the top floor of the elevator.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and it rapidly ascended upwards.

"what are you talking about?"

Gwen felt that she shouldn't understand Ian's words, yet she also had a contradictory feeling that she did understand them. This absurd feeling made her increasingly confused.

"Ding~"

It wasn't Ian's system that beeped; it was that the elevator had reached the top floor. As the elevator doors opened, the young woman, who had already endured far too much today, realized that the elevator door actually led to the CEO's office.

"You have this kind of authority?"

Gwen was stunned.

She knew that in a large company like Stark Industries, different floors required different levels of access, and that only a handful of people were qualified to access the president's floor.

"You still say you're not a shareholder of Stark Industries! Liar!" Gwen stared at Ian with suspicion, unable to understand how Ian could have such authority over a corporation.

But they couldn't find Stark Industries anywhere.

“I tell at least 20% of the truth every day, how can that be a lie?” Ian glanced at Gwen speechlessly. He had just been testing whether his “special privileges” were still active.

The test results did not disappoint Ian. Whether it was Teacher Tony or the authority granted by the Creator, the other party did not completely discard him after using him.

He can still obtain some special access rights by using facial recognition.

“Alright, twenty minutes left. I need to figure out how to use you to wake up Tony’s memories.” Ian stepped out of the elevator into a lavishly luxurious office.

The Persian carpet was woven with gold thread, an entire wall of glass wine cabinets displayed whiskies of extravagant vintages, and a solid gold globe on the desk glittered in the sunlight.

It has the distinct flavor of a nouveau riche.

"Where's Jarvis? Is Jarvis here?" Ian asked a security camera as he looked around the empty office. He remembered that Tony's beloved artificial intelligence was everywhere at Stark Industries.

This might explain why there are no security guards at the main gate.

"And who is Jarvis?"

Gwen looked around.

She seemed somewhat disapproving of the office owner's taste.

"Jarvis? I'm looking for your boss."

Ian jumped up and tapped the camera on the head.

The camera did not respond.

The only response came from the toilet on the left side of the office—the sound of a toilet flushing filled the air, the toilet door opened, and a shiny bald head poked out.

“Jarvis has been dead for many years, as has my close friend Howard. Now, I’m the owner here.” The bald man slowly walked out of the restroom, fastening a luxurious Hermes belt.

Upon seeing this man, Ian's jaw nearly dropped to the carpet, and his mind went blank for a moment.

"Huh? You... how could it be you? Iron Monger!" Ian was truly dumbfounded. Even with his intelligence, he had never expected this scene.

"Um, his name should be Obadiah Stanislav." Gwen, seeing such a big shot she only saw on TV, couldn't help but feel a little nervous and hid behind Ian.

As a descendant of a police family, she knew all too well what trespassing meant. "You little lunatic, you're not here to claim kinship, are you? You're a descendant of the Stark family?"

This is probably the only reasonable explanation Gwen can think of.

She clearly watches a lot of soap operas every night at 8 pm.

“I am Obadiah Stanislavski, not Iron Monger. Your little girlfriend is far more knowledgeable than you.” The bald man, Obadiah, walked toward his luxurious desk.

“I’m not his girlfriend, I’m a hostage he took.” Gwen quickly denied it, hoping to create an opportunity for herself to argue her case later and get leniency from the police and the court.

"Aren't you the navigation I captured?"

Ian turned and glanced at the incredibly cunning Gwen.

"So, now that you've used up all my value, there's no longer any bond between us, right? I've become your navigator, right?" Gwen wanted to curse the man below, but she realized she couldn't remember the word.

"Damn it, what's wrong with me?"

Gwen covered her forehead, feeling many fragments surfacing.

“Use it and throw it away, that’s how men are…” Obadiah chuckled and teased, applying moisturizer with his hands, looking at Ian and Gwen with curiosity.

“Obviously I don’t know you. Normally, you shouldn’t have permission to enter my office.” Obadiah picked up the phone, as if he wanted to dial a number to ask the receptionist.

He didn't seem nervous or on guard.

“This little lunatic came looking for Tony Stark, and he keeps muttering something about Tony Stark,” Gwen said on Ian’s behalf as he frowned and looked around.

Her words startled Obadiah.

Looking for Tony?

Obadiah put down the phone.

he mused.

"Tony, is this your guest?"

Obadiah spoke into a microphone and asked a question.

"Yes, sir."

A familiar voice rang out. The next moment, something unexpected happened: Tony appeared, but he still appeared as a full-scale projection.

"..."

Ian was dumbfounded.

Holographic Tony glanced at him, then turned back to Obadiah.

"This is Mr. Ian from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives. We have some sensitive business dealings involving Stark Industries that we need to discuss."

His words surprised Obadiah.

"This kid isn't even an adult yet!"

Obadiah looked at Ian with a strange expression. Many people only know that the IRS is powerful, but few realize that the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATF) and the IRS are actually enormous entities.

Most companies have some degree of fear of these two departments.

"Who said I'm not an adult?"

Ian reached for his psychic cards, realizing he hadn't brought them. Holographic Tony, seeing this, immediately defended Ian, speaking to Obadiah in a low voice.

"That's how it is, hereditary."

That's a very insightful statement.

Obadiah suddenly realized.

Their attitude immediately became enthusiastic.

"I knew it! Since that's the case, I'll leave this place to you. Drink as much as you want, and there's even a private room I designed. You'll like the little gadgets inside."

He winked at Ian, then left the office without suspecting anything. Only when the elevator doors closed and the floor indicator showed the elevator descending did Ian and Gwen finally look away.

"What kind of prop room?" Gwen was full of curiosity and was about to explore the room on the side, but before she could take two steps, Ian grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her back.

"Damn it! What's going on? Why is my neck so sensitive!" Gwen felt like a cat having a stress reaction, as Ian "imprisoned" her between the desk, coffee table, and sofa.

“What happened, you’ll have to ask him.” Ian looked at Holographic Tony. “You were dead? How did you end up like this? And Obadiah took over the company?”

Ian wasn't sure if Tony remembered him, so he immediately launched into a series of witty greetings. Holographic Tony didn't seem bothered by this.

"Howard Stark has never had children, only an artificial intelligence he created with his life's work, namely me—Tony Stark."

His words can be described as anything but shocking.

This once again gave Ian a huge Marvel shock.

"????"

Ian's face was full of question marks; he felt like he was about to turn into a white man with a question mark face.

"So, let me get this straight, you mean Tony Stark—that playboy, billionaire, philanthropist, genius inventor—was never even alive in this universe?"

Such a fact is indeed somewhat beyond Ian's imagination.

He's also a writer.

But even he wouldn't write such an absurd plot.

“If you’re referring to me as Tony Stark, then I can answer you: I have never truly lived. I was created by Howard to accompany his wife after she miscarried.”

"At least that was the case at the beginning."

Holographic Tony nodded in response to Ian's question.

"..."

Ian opened his mouth, but couldn't rebuild a coherent language system; his mind was completely filled with the conceptual creature "grass mud horse" galloping through his head.

This development is absolutely insane! And just then, Gwen, who was squatting behind the desk, suddenly blurted out, "He lost his soul from the very beginning."

"So in the new world, he won't have a second chance." After saying this, even Gwen herself was shocked, and she covered her mouth in disbelief.

"Ok?"

Ian's pupils dilated as he looked at the holographic Tony.

"Is that so?"

A look of confusion appeared on Holographic Tony's face. "From the moment I was born, there was a piece of information in my core that even Howard didn't understand. I think that's what I left for you."

talking.

He showed a portion of his stored data.

That was a video.

on the screen.

The background remains the same underground base.

"Where is this place?"

Gwen tried to ask a question, but Ian covered her mouth with his hand. Then, the familiar number inside, Tony, turned around, as if facing the camera recording information.

"By the time you see this message, everything must be going very smoothly." Digital Tony's calm tone made Ian realize the difference in comprehension between humans and AI.

It's no wonder there's a machine crisis.

This is no longer a matter of differing values, is it?

"What kind of smooth sailing is this?"

Ian, reflecting on everything that had happened that day, didn't even have the energy to complain. Perhaps Digital Tony had foreseen his question, because he continued speaking in the video.

"You may have doubts, but that's normal. The world you are facing now is not the result of my deliberate adjustment, but an inevitable beginning. It belongs to the universe we recreated, but it has not gone through the whole process that a universe needs to develop to its current state."

"People and things, good and evil, will be in a state of chaos for a period of time, but eventually they will gradually settle down. This process cannot be accurately simulated by data calculation."

This sentence contains a lot of information.

Ian's brain was racing—working—and still working.

Digital Tony may have seen the limits of Ian's computing power: "You just need to know that if you want to continue to get the kind of help that Omniknight and Sentry give you..."

"What you have to do is help the world get back on track—at least in the way you see it, and it will eventually become a benchmark, evolving into a new multiverse center."

Digital Tony looks like an NPC issuing quests.

His tone was completely devoid of emotion.

I don't know if they're trying to cover it up.

Ian always felt that there was still a little bit of Tony's personal agenda mixed in with this world.

"It wouldn't be fair if I didn't get a new job called 'Marvel's Babysitter,' would it?"

Ian roughly understood what Tony meant: to help all the heroes get back on track, and perhaps this was his new way of acquiring the professions inherent in those heroes.

He didn't need to think about how Tony had calculated that.

Tony the God of Multitasking.

Of course, it possesses wisdom that is even more advanced than super intelligence.

"Seriously? You guys are really discussing creation?" Gwen was finally able to speak again as Ian released her grip, her face showing a look of utter horror, as if she had seen a ghost.

Ian ignored Gwen.

He looked at the time.

Some were anxious to ask Tony in the video why he chose them. But the video was already ending, and Digital Tony gave Ian an apologetic look.

“Listen, this is how the world should be—sunshine, coffee, damn traffic jams, annoying reporters…and even all the crap we’re always complaining about.”

"It shouldn't be ruins, it shouldn't be the end of the world. So... together we rewrote its ending."

“I have done everything I can. I’m sorry, but I’m too far from home and there’s no way I can get back, so I can’t help you anymore.”

Tony, looking slightly melancholy, lowered his head.

"This was destined from the beginning, and it's an ending I've already accepted. After all, if someone has to sacrifice, it's best if it's me—so that no one else can mess it up."

"It's dawn, the world is still turning, that's enough."

His image began to gradually blur.

The image eventually disappeared.

It finally came to an end.

"that's not me."

Holographic Tony opened his mouth.

"We all know he's not you; he's a million times more handsome than you."

Ian responded with mixed feelings.

Hear the words.

Holographic Tony did not deny it.

He simply stared straight at Ian, his eyes swirling with data.

“However, I will also provide you with all the help I can. This is Howard’s highest instruction to me—his subsequent upgrades to me are all in preparation for the arrival of the recipient of this video,” Holographic Tony said, which also explained why he had covered for Ian earlier.

It's not because of the legacy of Digital Tony.

It's not because of Howard Stark, but because of this man.

"Ok?"

Ian looked at the unfamiliar Tony, his eyes flickering slightly. He couldn't fathom the myriad-knowing Tony, but he felt he could make some inferences about Howard.

Why would Howard give such instructions to this holographic Tony?
behind.

There must be a deeper meaning!

As for its deeper meaning... well, I'll have to think about it some more. Ian thinks that's the perfect time for him to suddenly realize it.

"Then I have a favor to ask."

To be honest, Ian still had many questions in his mind, but he looked at the clock and realized that there was only one minute left before he returned to the DC Universe.

"I need technology, lots of technology, and... some kind of cutting-edge technology that's already in use." This was Ian's demand, and the new Tony teacher was no different from the old Tony teacher.

All requests are answered.

And it's incredibly fast.

When the bells of return to ring.

Ian woke up from his sleep.

He returned home with a full load of goods.

Where are they?!

When Gwen saw Ian disappear from the spot, her brain went blank for a moment. She felt countless memories flooding back, and she clutched her head in pain and squatted down on the ground again.

"Ian said he left you some money for your return trip."

Holographic Tony controlled the robotic arm in his office and handed Gwen fifty-six dollars.

"I……"

Gwen took a few deep breaths, didn't take it, and stumbled towards the elevator. Long after she left, tiny golden sparks appeared in the office air.

"Sorry, I took a shower and dressed up... wait, where are you? I think I located you correctly." The completely transformed Doctor Strange arrived late.

……

The night outside the window was as dark as spilled ink, with only a few stars struggling to peek out faintly.

"Tonight was terrifying."

Ian turned on the desk lamp. He had a lot of information to process today, and some questions remained unresolved. However, he could still enter the Marvel universe tomorrow night.

“Now, let me see the new Tony’s high-tech tricks.” Ian first made a call using his old phone, and sure enough, the man would intermittently block him at night.

before.

Ian could only be furious.

But things are different now.

He took out his new phone.

of course.

The old phone wasn't recycled; instead, it was linked to the new one. Regardless of which hairdresser Tony used, the technology worked perfectly, and Ian successfully dialed the number that had blocked him.

"What's going on with you? How did you manage to hack into my phone?" The other party seemed to be hitting someone, with a villain yelling and panting in a deep voice.

“Don’t underestimate the family’s heritage, Batman…” Ian also lowered his voice, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the other party in a voice that was many times deeper.

"speak English."

Batman's tone carried a warning.

"Well, actually it's because I also used my external brain... I wanted to see which one was better, my dad's or my external brain."

Ian behaved himself.

At least he believed that he had given an honest answer.

"????"

Batman on the other end fell silent.

The only difference was that the beating seemed to be done with even more force.

The villains in Gotham City have very fierce screams.

Very recognizable.

After all, villains in ordinary cities don't train much, and their wailing is definitely not this long and drawn out—so much so that Ian couldn't stand it and pulled the phone away from his ear by more than half a meter.

He gave a look of disgust.

(End of this chapter)