The Wittrum of the Marvel Universe

He looked at New York, which had returned to calm.

But he didn't laugh.

Because just now.

He clearly felt it.

The deepest part of hell.

There seemed to be a gaze upon me.

I briefly swept through this place.

That's not Kindred.

It's not an ordinary demon either.

It is an even older one.

An even more terrifying existence.

Constantine remained silent for a moment.

"Thank you..."

He looked up.

"Looks like someone's here..."

"I don't like it when my toys are taken away."

Far away.

Deep in hell.

Two beams of red light.

Slowly opened.

Then.

It closed again.

It was as if nothing had happened.

And the New York morning.

Finally, the sun came out.

Spider-Man can finally be believed.

tonight.

At least tonight.

He will no longer dream of Uncle Ben and Harry.

……

Tony Stark first truly realized he might die on an ordinary afternoon.

No missiles, no terrorists, no alien invasion.

There wasn't even a single earth-shattering battle.

It was just an ordinary test result.

"The level of metals in the blood is continuously rising."

In the laboratory, the doctor stood in front of a huge holographic projection, his face grim.

"At this speed..."

He didn't continue.

Because the answer is already obvious.

Tony stood to the side, his arms crossed over his chest.

His gaze fell on the constantly changing test chart.

"At this rate, how much longer can I live?"

The doctor remained silent.

"say."

"At most a few months."

The laboratory fell into dead silence.

Tony suddenly laughed.

"How many months?"

He pointed to his chest.

"Just because of this?"

The reactor on its chest still emitted a soft blue light.

That was once Tony's proudest technological achievement.

It was also what kept him alive.

But now, it is killing him little by little.

The most ironic thing is—

This thing was originally meant to save his life.

The doctor whispered:

"Paradium is entering your bloodstream."

"It cannot be eliminated by the body."

“Continuing to use the existing reactor means continuing to be poisoned.”

"Stop the reactor..."

The doctor glanced at Tony's chest.

"You will die immediately."

Tony didn't say anything.

He just stared at his chest.

For a long time.

"So my choice now is..."

He held up two fingers.

"Keep using it, and it will die slowly."

"Or tear it down and die immediately."

"That's right."

"very good."

Tony nodded.

"For the first time since Stark Industries' medical division was established, I feel that the money I spent was especially worthwhile."

The doctor looked somewhat embarrassed.

“Mr. Stark, we have contacted the world’s top experts.”

"They will arrive one after another."

"them?"

Tony scoffed.

"Call them all over here."

"I'd like to see if there's anyone in this world who can tell me how I should live."

……

The next few days.

The Stark Tower has become almost the temporary headquarters of the world's medical community.

Heart specialist.

Blood specialist.

Nanomaterials expert.

Toxicology expert.

Radiation medicine expert.

There are even a few scientists who study extraterrestrial life forms.

Tony called on everyone he could find.

But there was only one result.

There is no solution.

Everyone told him.

The reactor core must be replaced.

But nobody knows what should be replaced with.

Existing elements cannot withstand the energy required by the reactor.

However, materials capable of withstanding this energy will generate other problems.

Tony experienced for the first time what it truly meant to be helpless.

He used to never believe that there were any unsolvable problems in the world.

The weapons are inadequate?

Redesign.

Is the armor not strong enough?

Remanufactured.

Energy shortage?

Search again.

Is artificial intelligence not perfect enough?

Rewrite.

He can solve everything.

At least that was the case before.

But now, he can't even solve his own physical problems.

The doctor advised him to rest.

Tony, however, became increasingly irritable.

More and more instruments in the laboratory are breaking down.

The engineer began to fear entering his private laboratory.

Because they don't know if a piece of equipment worth hundreds of thousands of dollars will fly over at them in the next second.

"Fail!"

Tony slammed the data tablet he was holding onto the table.

"It was all a failure!"

Are you even doctors?