Today, Tony was ready for a new way to de-stress, or perhaps, to execute justice?
Last night, he attended a banquet after a long time, only to discover that Stark Industries' weapons were still being heavily smuggled into the Middle East.
The female reporter named Carly, with whom he had a one-night stand, showed him photos of a place called Komira. Besides the tragic refugees, there was also his newly developed missile, the 'Jericho.'
And his trusted uncle, Obadiah, under the guise of protecting him, admitted that Stark Industries was still supplying weapons to these regions.
After returning home, he immediately looked up relevant information. A war correspondent was broadcasting the tragic situation in Komira on TV, and the perpetrators were remnants of the Ten Rings Gang.
However, just as he had convinced Ethan to assist and was about to embark on a furious mission, he encountered an unexpected problem.
"Take it off! That's mine! My armor! It's mine!!!"
Indeed, this five-foot-tall midget stood in front of him. Tony had to admit that Nero was indeed a tasteful individual.
Originally dismissive, she completely overturned her previous thoughts when she saw the armor after it was colored and rendered.
"Hey, hey, Nero, this is my armor. I still need it right now!" Tony tried to persuade her kindly.
However, Nero completely ignored him, unprofessionally trying to find a seam to pull the armor off.
"No way! Where did you get any property? All of this, and even you yourself, are mine!" Nero placed her hand on the armor's shoulder protrusion, intending to use brute force.
Tony fell silent. Only now did he feel as if all his vast wealth belonged to someone else, and his mood was quite complex.
Then j.a.r.v.i.s. spoke: "Sir, shoulder armor damage level one percent... three percent..."
"Wait, wait!" Tony quickly stopped Nero. Her grip was truly strong: "This suit of armor is custom-made for my physique. You won't be able to use it even if you take it off."
"If I can't use it, I'll just put it in my bedroom as a night light. Don't its eyes glow?" Nero was still unwilling to give up.
The most useless design part of the armor was about to become its primary function.
Tony's mood was complicated, but he also knew that if this continued, he definitely wouldn't be able to leave today, and the armor would certainly not be saved.
"How about this, when I come back, I'll make you a new one, alright? Compared to others', a custom-made version specifically for you should be more to your liking, right?"
Tony promised. He couldn't wait any longer; even a short delay would mean one more person suffering.
Nero finally lowered her hand, afraid of breaking it, she hadn't dared to use too much force.
But she still asked in a questioning tone: "Hmm, then why can't you make my armor first? Is there anything more important in this world than me?"
"I'm going to save people!" Tony tried to make Nero understand the seriousness of the matter.
"Just a few deaths, it's not a big deal..." Nero felt that Tony's tone was more serious than the matter itself.
"Hundreds, perhaps thousands of people, might have already died while I'm talking to you."
"Then... that's... not many? It still sounds like my armor is more important." Nero blinked, feeling that Tony was talking strangely.
Tony also fell silent: "..."
Why would I expect sympathy from Satan at a critical moment of life and death?
The other party is lively, loves to laugh, willful, and beautiful... Well, I finally understand why demons in stories can so easily bewitch people.
Tony understood the vast difference between Nero and himself, not just in power, but more so in their way of thinking.
However, Tony didn't intend to change her. Nero was essentially a demon lord, and he didn't believe he was great enough to change Nero. He would be grateful if she could maintain a certain degree of goodwill towards humans.
Tony no longer argued with Nero about this issue: "Alright... then how about j.a.r.v.i.s. and Ethan go purchase materials now, and during that time, I go deal with my own problems, okay?"
"Hmm... then, alright." Nero reluctantly let go of Tony, thought for a moment, and then said: "Then I'll also go to The Ancient One's place to see if there are any good materials. My armor needs to be the best."
"Okay, no problem. It seems we both have our own things to be busy with now." White flames jetted out, Tony slowly ascended, then accelerated and left the basement.
Looking at Tony's departing back, Nero scratched her head: "Ethan, is Tony really in a hurry? Why didn't he let me open a portal for him?"
Ethan was stunned for a moment, then said uncertainly: "...He probably forgot because he was in a hurry, right?"
"Forget it, Tony is sometimes like this, he seems a bit silly." Waving her hand, no longer dwelling on the issue, Nero said: "Then I'm going to find The Ancient One. Just in case, you and j.a.r.v.i.s. should still collect materials according to the original plan!"
As her voice fell, a red portal opened, and Nero skipped away... Passing through the portal, The Ancient One happened to be sitting on the other side, drinking tea.
There were two cups on the tea table in front of her, clearly waiting for her.
Nero was surprised. Was The Ancient One really that powerful, to be able to tell she was coming?
The Ancient One filled both cups with tea, instantly guessing Nero's thoughts, and shook her head: "I cannot see your future, but I can see Tony Stark's. Today is the day his armor is officially completed."
The Ancient One looked at Nero with a hint of helplessness, and there was one more thing she didn't explicitly say: I knew you would come.
"Hmm, then things are much simpler. Quickly hand over all the good materials!" Nero reached out directly, her attitude utterly self-righteous.
"As for materials, I have some collections here, Uru, vibranium... that should be enough for you to forge a suit of armor." The Ancient One nodded. She was almost at her end; these worldly possessions were useless to keep.
"That's fine, quickly get them all out. Tony needs them urgently!" Nero urged.
The Ancient One's eye twitched. I imagine Tony Stark won't be done with his business within five minutes.
But she didn't refuse. One hand drew a circle, preparing to open a portal, when suddenly her expression changed drastically: "This is... Dormammu?"
"I'm sorry, Nero, you might have to wait a moment. Dormammu, the Lord of the Dark Dimension, has launched another attack on Earth, and as the Sorcerer Supreme, I..."
The Ancient One's face was full of apologies; this was, after all, her professional duty.
"No need. Send the coordinates. You wait here; I'll be back in a flash!" This was the second person today who made Nero wait, making Nero feel targeted.
Dormammu? I think you're deliberately making things difficult for me, Nero.
The Ancient One touched Nero's brow and frowned: "I'll come too."
"I'll call you when it's time to collect the bodies!" Nero opened another portal and left.
The Ancient One's worried expression quickly returned to calm. She picked up her tea and took a sip, and with a snap of her fingers, all the materials Nero wanted appeared beside her.
"What a pity, the power of the Dark Dimension... I won't be able to borrow it anymore, will I..."
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