Tony looked at the shocked expressions of his group members and proudly raised his head.
However, upon seeing Ying Zheng tagging him in the chat, he shook his head.
Sorry, buddy, this requires an extremely high industrial foundation. Among all of you, probably only Gu Xiaoxiao and Eriri's worlds could achieve this. But even so, it would require a massive amount of wealth.
After he finished speaking, he shifted his perspective toward the sky, where a frigate was about to pass through the wormhole, and said with a face full of confidence.
Everyone, let's discuss this kind of thing later. Right now, I will show you the pinnacle masterpiece of my months of hard work.
With that said, he piloted his armor and quickly flew toward the giant arc reactor inside Stark Tower.
In just a few seconds, he smashed directly through the wall and arrived in front of the reactor.
Jarvis, increase the output of the other reactors in New York by 4 percent. Maintain the power consumption of the entire city at full capacity, and don't worry about energy loss.
Right away, sir.
As Jarvis complied and completed the operation within seconds, Tony once again thrust his hand into the groove on the control console.
Only this time, he did not retract his armor.
And as his arm seamlessly filled the groove, he spoke again.
Jarvis, activate the Anti-God Armor!
Received, sir. The Anti-God Armor is activating. Please input the energy password.
Hearing this, Tony channeled the spiritual energy within his body into the control console in front of him.
Please input the triple array formation password.
Tony used his spiritual energy once more, sequentially activating the dense array formations covering the control console.
Ding, Anti-God Armor activating...
Activation at 10 percent.
Activation at 30 percent.
...
Activation at 100 percent.
Beep, Anti-God Armor successfully activated.
As soon as Jarvis's voice faded, the ground beneath Tony's feet began to slowly sink.
...
On the streets of New York, countless citizens saw the Chitauri frigate that had just crossed through the wormhole. Its massive size terrified everyone present.
At the same time, the first batch of soldiers the military had promised Tony finally arrived. Even before entering New York, these soldiers had already seen the terrifying space battleship in the sky, and despair rose in each of their hearts.
Is that our enemy?
There are millions of aliens, too. I heard this is just their vanguard.
Damn it! Do the higher-ups want us to just come here and die?
However, just as the crowd of soldiers was boiling over with outrage, they entered New York.
The next moment, clusters of light enveloped them.
Damn it! What is this?!
No! I'm being attacked by the aliens! Requesting backup!
Help! I've been hit by an alien weapon!
...
Listening to the panicked voices over the comms, the vanguard commander roared.
Shut up, all of you! Soldiers! This is our backup! It's a technological weapon jointly developed by the military and Stark! Feel your power right now! You possess boundless strength! Your speed can briefly match that of a car! You are invulnerable! Right now, you are supermen! So grab your weapons! Go and kick those damn aliens' asses! Show them what we're made of!
The commander's words filled the soldiers with immense excitement. Especially after they felt that they had truly become stronger, their previous fear vanished completely.
However, some people looked up at the massive warship in the sky, feeling a lingering sense of dread.
Many citizens of New York shared this anxiety.
At this moment, although the vast majority of New Yorkers had enthusiastically thrown themselves into the fight against the Chitauri soldiers, there were still quite a few with ulterior motives who abstained from the battle, choosing instead to capitalize on the chaos for personal gain.
Not to mention the looting, many took the opportunity to start live streams on the internet, broadcasting the events unfolding in New York to the rest of the world.
The battle of New York was currently tugging at the heartstrings of the entire global population.
And when that terrifyingly colossal space warship passed through the wormhole, the hearts of humanity worldwide nearly stopped beating for a second.
This was a genuine space warship! Its hull, capable of withstanding the harsh environments of interstellar travel, was enough to drive countless people to despair, let alone the terrifying alien weaponry it likely carried on board.
"Can Mr. Stark still protect us from such a terrifying behemoth?"
A female reporter broadcasting live looked at the warship in the sky, her voice laced with bitterness.
But the very next moment.
"Oh my god! Look! Stark Tower just stood up!"
What did they mean, Stark Tower stood up?
The reporter looked at the person who shouted in utter bewilderment. Then, hearing more and more gasps of astonishment, she immediately whipped her head around to look at Stark Tower behind her.
Right in the middle of the hundreds-of-meters-tall Stark Tower, a humanoid mecha over three hundred meters tall, massive yet retaining an aesthetic grace, stepped out from the shattered remains of the building.
The mecha was painted entirely in a gold and red color scheme. On its chest was a giant cold nuclear fusion reactor, though it was only visible for a brief moment before being covered and absorbed into the mecha's interior by the gold and red armor.
The mecha was incredibly agile, moving just like a human magnified a hundred times over. After quickly stepping out of Stark Tower, it thrust its arm straight into the ground beneath the building. In the next instant, the mecha pulled a colossal, hundreds-of-meters-long anti-ship sword out from the earth.
With this done, the mecha rested the giant sword on its shoulder and leaped into the sky. Like a warrior marching toward a glorious death, it charged straight at the warship high above.
"Whoa! Whoa!! Whoa!!!"
"What is that! Is it the great Mr. Stark's secret weapon?!"
"My god! We're saved! New York is saved!"
"Charge, Mr. Stark! Charge! Drive those damn aliens off our planet!"
Countless New Yorkers who witnessed this scene couldn't help but cry out in awe.
Meanwhile, in a fallout shelter, an old white man with blond hair and a red tie around his neck looked at the Anti-God Armor stepping out of Stark Tower, collapsing heavily onto his sofa.
As one of the presidential candidates, he knew it was over.
In a month, Tony Stark would become the new President of America, and in the years to follow, not only would he easily secure reelection, but he would also become the greatest president in American history.
"Sigh, I wonder if Mr. Stark would accept my allegiance if I surrender to him now?"
The old white man began to ponder his way out.
There were many politicians just like him. Aside from a small minority who still couldn't grasp the reality of the situation, most people knew that the era of Tony Stark was about to begin.
Under the watchful eyes of the masses, the Anti-God Armor, wielding its Ship-Cleaving Blade, finally arrived before the Chitauri frigate.
The frigate had barely emerged from the wormhole and only had enough time to activate its energy shields before the massive blade was thrust right into its face.
Countless array formations lit up across the Ship-Cleaving Blade. Through the perfect fusion of advanced technology and immortal cultivation, the destructive power of the blade was now no less than that of a magical treasure wielded by a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
The very instant the blade made contact with the warship's shield, the barrier, along with the massive vessel within it, was swiftly cleaved into two halves.
Simultaneously, the terrifying energy surging from the blade practically vaporized the entire warship.
Deprived of their power source, only a few scattered fragments remained, raining down from the sky.
Having accomplished this devastating strike, the chassis of the Anti-God Armor rapidly opened up, releasing billowing cascades of steam like a waterfall. It was a clear sign that the mech was on the verge of overloading.
Seeing this, Tony knew that the war was finally coming to an end.
He had already stolen the spotlight and shown off enough in this grand battle; it was time to shut down the spatial portal.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
