What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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.