I'm in an American comic book, and all my teammates are main characters and bosses.

Chapter 35 - Another exhilarating dark game!

Ron's claim that Tony is impotent in that area is not true; it's not something Ron just made up.

Throughout the entire Marvel universe, Tony Stark has worked with at least eight hundred, if not a thousand. If you include the female models in magazines, the number would be even higher.

In this situation, it's hard to say what the magazine model's attitude is. After all, as a classic upper-class white man, Tony has never neglected his physique. While he might not have eight-pack abs, he's definitely not in poor health.

However, this kind of strength, within the realm of normal human strength, is quite different from that of superheroes who can fly, teleport, and withstand bullets with their bare hands...

Simply put, unless Tony installs an electric stun gun or uses something like the Extremis virus to enhance his physical abilities, no matter how much he strengthens his physique, he will still only be at the level of an ordinary person. This leads to the fact that in many comic book worlds, almost every girl who has had sex with Tony has complained that Tony isn't very good in that area.

Thinking it over, Ron looked at Tony and gave an awkward but polite smile: "Actually, I'm not discriminating against you, I'm just worried about Miss Pepper's future..."

This time, not only Tony, but even Ethan and Geralt, who were standing nearby, subconsciously glanced at Pepper. Although they quickly looked away and sat back down to sip their water, this subtle movement was still caught by Tony, whose eyes were gleaming red.

This time, some people really broke down.

"Jarvis! Lock him up immediately, call the police right now, hire the most unscrupulous legal team ever! I'm suing him for defamation! He defamed me!"

Tony was determined not to let this guy leave so easily. At the very least, he had to clear his name!

Jarvis's response remained as calm as ever.

Jarvis: "I'm sorry, sir. Although based on my analysis of your expressions, Miss Pepper's, Mr. Geralt's, and Mr. Ethan's, there is indeed a fifth person here, after checking all the surveillance cameras, I still haven't found any trace of them."

"Um?"

Upon hearing Jarvis's words, Tony blinked in surprise: "No trace at all?"

Without offering any explanation, Ron simply chuckled and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. By the way, Miss Pepper, have you been stocking up on some oyster extract and seal pills lately? I have a feeling someone's about to secretly place an order~"

"Bullshit! I would never eat that stuff! I'm fine, I have no problem!"

Ron pursed his lips: "Whether there's a problem or not isn't for you to decide, it's for the woman to decide."

As he spoke, Ron informed Geralt through the system, and Geralt then got up and followed Ron away.

"Let me see you two out."

Seeing Tony's displeased expression, with a hint of hidden worry, Pepper shook her head helplessly and followed him toward the elevator.

Upon entering the elevator, although no words were spoken, Ron could vaguely guess from the subtle fluctuations in Pepper's mental state that she was currently contemplating whether or not to ask her any questions.

After thinking about it, Ron simply said, "It's true."

"Um?"

Upon hearing this, Pepper was slightly taken aback, then looked at Ron behind her with some surprise. Ron simply replied:

"In the future, you and Tony do have a very beautiful daughter. Of course, that's a similar timeline to this one, like two leaves at similar heights. Although not exactly the same, Tony has Robert Downey Jr.'s face, and you have Gwyneth Paltrow's face, so I guess there shouldn't be much difference."

Hearing Ron's words, ignoring names like Robert Downey Jr. or Gwyneth Paltrow that she'd never heard of, Pepper's eyes revealed a mixture of joy and complex emotions. Geralt, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow in slight confusion—

Judging from that exhilarating dark adventure... Gwent, the Dean, while not necessarily a bad guy, is definitely not a good one either. Why now...

Ron: "But what I told Tony was also true."

"Huh?!" Pepper was taken aback again upon hearing this.

Ron, however, chuckled and said, "I don't like to lie; I always tell the truth. Even what I just said to Tony was true. It's true that she and you have a beautiful daughter in one timeline, but similarly, in many other timelines, he's the one being criticized for 'his lack of stamina.'"

"As a doctor, I don't want to see such a tense doctor-patient relationship. But there's nothing I can do. Doctors have a compassionate heart, and I really don't want Miss Pepper's later life to be ruined because of this... right?"

Upon hearing Ron's words, Pepper's eyes gradually hardened after a brief silence.

"But is it too late to control it now?"

"It's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost." As he spoke, Ron reached out and squeezed it slightly. Along with the falling lighter casing, a brand new lighter stun gun came into view.

"To deal with a playboy, I recommend physical therapy."

Picking up the stun gun, Pepper pulled out three checks for $50 each.

"This is my private medical sponsorship for Hell's Kitchen, plus an order for three treatments."

"With a wife as capable as you, Shit must have saved the galaxy in his past life!"

Watching the two who had reached a deal, Geralt slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. Whether Ron was a good person or not was unknown, but one thing was certain: even when Ron was doing good deeds, he would inevitably have some bad intentions.

If Yennefer comes...

No, it should be fine.

Thinking about it carefully, his battles with those sorceresses were all very secretive, and no one else should have known about them.

She thought to herself, but then she remembered that Ron even knew Yennefer had been secretly searching for a way to gain the ability to get pregnant, something she herself didn't even know... Hmm?!

Suddenly I felt like something was off.

After leaving Stark Industries, Ron didn't wander around. Instead, he took Geralt straight back to the mental hospital located at 666 Hell's Kitchen.

Looking at the two-story hospital office building before him—not exactly dilapidated, but certainly not luxurious—and then at the electric fences and thorns on the hospital's exterior walls, Geralt couldn't help but mutter a complaint, even though he was somewhat prepared.

"It feels more like a prison than a hospital..."

"Isn't a mental hospital just a prison?" Ron responded casually to Geralt's comment. He then simply led the wolf to the storage room on the first floor.

"Hey, Wolf, and Mi Niang, come down here, we've got a new member."

Upon hearing Ron's words, the wolf also emerged from a small room next to the storage room.

This small room has been modified by wolves in a ninja style. There are windows for communication, secret doors for passage, and even an underground passage for escape between the two rooms.

Upon seeing the wolf, Geralt couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Witchers possess far more powerful senses than ordinary people, with both their sense of smell and hearing far surpassing those of the average person. Even so, Geralt sensed no sign of any living person in the hut until the wolf appeared before him.

"Stop looking, that guy's a tanky character who's cleared the game easily. He could take on five of you without even breaking a sweat."

Upon hearing Ron's words, Geralt pursed his lips and remained silent.

Although Ron seems like a rascal, Geralt observes that Ron isn't a liar... or rather, lying makes no sense to Ron. Unless it brings him greater amusement, there's no need for it.

Thinking this, Geralt took the initiative to greet him, saying, "Geralt, from... the world of Witcher."

Upon hearing this, Wolf glanced at Geralt and nodded: "Wolf, from the world of Sekiro."

After a brief handshake, Wolf stepped aside and remained silent. However, something on the wall caught Geralt's attention—a light screen visible only to system holders. On that screen, a large number of items were being displayed in a scrolling fashion.

This must be the other people's listed shops described in the newbie guide, right? Looks good, lots of valuable items and magical materials... Hmm, Yennefer should like it.

While he was thinking about taking a good look back later, Geralt was currently focusing on interacting with the other members of the team.

It's somewhat frustrating, because of the Witcher mutation, although the Witcher's mission is to protect humanity from demons, the Witcher's unusual appearance and the profit-driven behavior of some Witchers have led to them being disliked in their original world.

In some major cities, taverns have made it clear that they do not serve witchers, and verbal sarcasm and alienation are common occurrences.

but now……

Sensing Ron and the wolf's nonchalant, even indifferent, attitude, Geralt felt the world wasn't so bad. At least, Ron knew a lot, even his nickname "The Butcher," and the real reason behind it.

Just then, Mi Niang cautiously emerged from the storage room. With her pregnant belly protruding, she gave Geralt a slight bow and said, "Hello, Mr. Geralt."

"Hello." Geralt glanced at Mila's pregnant belly and raised an eyebrow in surprise—can even pregnant women come here?

Thinking this, Geralt couldn't help but look at Ron and ask, "Milan doesn't seem to be... a combatant?"

"Well, I guess you could call it logistics," Ron said. "I'm a Level 1 system, responsible for interfacing with other parts of the World Tree, such as reviewing missions and fixing system bugs. Of course, I also participate in frontline combat and mission execution. You and Wolf are Level 2, responsible for mission execution and the maintenance of abandoned universes... which is, this world."

"Mi-niang is a Level 3 system, working under Wolf, responsible for maintaining this world in Wolf's absence. Of course, she will also carry out missions with Wolf when necessary. However, Mi-niang is not a combat member, and she is also pregnant."

"I see……"

Geralt nodded thoughtfully, then asked hesitantly, "If that's the case... then, could I bring a few people with me?"

"Of course, Yennefer, right? I also think you should find a way to bring her along," Ron said seriously.

"Tsk tsk, the aroma of cloves and currants... You wouldn't believe it, in my past life I even tried soaking chestnuts in aged vinegar from the Water Tower to see if I could replicate it, and the result was like the water squeezed out of a PE student's socks that hadn't been changed for three days. Later I found out that currants are actually a type of berry..."

Upon hearing this, Geralt became even more upset—"Lilac and gooseberry are Yennefer's scent, how did you know? The script even includes this?"

Thinking this, Geralt couldn't help but ask, "Um... do you... know Yennefer very well?"

"It's alright, I wouldn't say I know much about it, but you definitely need to be prepared."

Upon hearing this, and guessing some of Geralt's thoughts, Ron revealed a malicious smile.

"Especially every time you wake up from your sleep, do you know that feeling? The morning sun stretches its fiery tentacles into the room through the gaps in the blinds, and the tiny dust particles pulsate in the slanting sunlight, leaving dappled highlights on the floor, and then scattering a dazzling ray of light on Yennefer's belt buckle."

"Hmm?" Realizing something was wrong, Geralt's eyes turned strange.

Ron, however, recalled with a lingering sense of nostalgia, "Yennefer's belt lay on a high heel. Underneath the heel was a white shirt, and under the white shirt was a black skirt. A black stocking hung on the back of an armchair engraved with chimera patterns. The other stocking and the shoe seemed to have completely disappeared..."

As he spoke, Ron sighed slightly:

"You might not know it yet, but you'll find out sooner or later. Because Yennefer always throws her clothes everywhere in a hurry. You'll just have to get used to it, because you don't have any other choice..."

"No, how did you know? Would such a thing be written in a 'script'?!"

Ron didn't respond, but instead continued reminiscing, "Although she seems shrewd and capable, Yennefer is actually quite lazy in private. Every time she gets up, she buries her head in the pillow and complains to herself~ And whether she's happy or angry, she likes to bite people."

"Enough! Enough already!" Geralt couldn't help but rub his temples.

He was certain Ron wasn't lying. But how Ron knew these things—whether it was from his own experiences, from other people's accounts, or from reading a script or something…

Although they hadn't known each other for very long, Geralt was certain that this bastard wouldn't reveal a single word without him paying something in return—and would keep keeping him in suspense!

Looking at Ron's seemingly gentle but actually wicked smile, Geralt took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and threw his deck onto the ground in front of him.

"Come on! Let's play a game of Gwent! Tell me if you win!"

"Hehehe!! That's exactly what I've been waiting for! Let's have a thrilling dark game!"

As he spoke, Ron lay on the ground and added, "But you'll have to wait a bit."

Geralt asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Ron took out blank cards and a marker:

"I didn't get enough of that deck last time, so I printed a new one, hehe."

(End of this chapter)