Marvel: Sign-In System – Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

"MK armor…"

On the beach, Matthew lowered his gaze and carefully handled the barbecue, while his thoughts turned to Tony Stark.

In the original timeline, Tony should have been kidnapped next year, in February 2009. Inside a cave, using the crudest equipment, he built a miniature Arc Reactor and forged the first-generation MK armor out of a pile of scrap metal.

It used the most ordinary metal materials, had a bulky shape, and only carried simple weapons like flamethrowers. Once it flew into the sky, it could easily flame out, short-circuit, or fall apart.

But that first-generation MK armor also opened the door to a new world for Tony. After returning to New York, he immediately built the classic second-generation MK armor.

From then on, he embarked on his superhero journey as Iron Man.

All the way until he ultimately snapped his fingers at the cost of his own life, completely resolving a cosmic-level crisis.

Now, however, because of Matthew, the timeline had shifted.

Tony had discovered Obadiah's conspiracy early and sensed danger a full year ahead of time, which led him to create the first-generation MK armor in advance.

And this first-generation MK armor was actually the classic red-and-gold second-generation armor from the original timeline.

More importantly, Tony had solved the armor's energy problem. He had shrunk the enlarged Arc Reactor used by Stark Industries down to a miniature version.

It was not embedded inside his body, but inside the armor.

There was no palladium poisoning.

The timeline had completely changed beyond recognition.

But without the kidnapping, and without the death of that tragic good man Yinsen, would this playboy still become Iron Man?

Matthew was not too sure.

But he was sure of one thing—Tony and Obadiah's fight was about to begin.

That would not do.

He needed to add fuel to the fire.

So after spending a rare free afternoon with Gwen and Carrie, Matthew sent a prepared investigation file to the Siberian plain base that evening.

That night, inside the Siberian base, Wanda sat in the living room of her single dormitory, wearing a simple black thin turtleneck sweater and long pants. Her legs were crossed as she floated in midair.

Scarlet energy circled around her, as if guarding something.

Her eyes were closed, and an ancient spell was appearing in her mind. She was analyzing it.

For the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj, powerful ancient magic required a long time to practice.

But for Wanda, going from beginner to mastery in these spells only took an hour.

On the path of magic, Wanda's progress had surpassed everyone.

What truly limited Wanda's strength was still her soul.

It was her life level. As for the accumulation of magical knowledge, she had talent and advantages no one else possessed.

Those spells were nothing more than simple toys in her hands.

She could master them with ease.

However, even if she learned so much magic at once and could cast it, that only meant she knew a lot.

To truly make the spells stronger—how to combine them, and when to use them—that required her own accumulation and understanding of magical knowledge.

Simply put, she had to truly understand and feel them.

Otherwise, she would only be a human magic encyclopedia, not a truly powerful sorcerer.

So after Wanda learned the basics of some spells, she would patiently break them down and study their true core.

This process was also the growth of her soul level.

Wanda liked this process. She liked seeing visible growth.

That positive feedback made her feel that her efforts were right.

But the vibration of the watch on her wrist interrupted tonight's study.

Wanda opened her eyes.

She raised her hand, the scarlet glow in her eyes fading as she looked at the watch.

Buzz!

The next moment, a holographic projection appeared before her, displaying a piece of information.

As Wanda read through it, shock flashed across her delicate, fair face before quickly giving way to fury.

Only after dismissing the holographic projection did she grit her teeth and say, "Tony Stark. Obadiah."

As her words fell, she turned her head toward the doorway.

Without any visible movement from her, the door opened on its own, and a ghostly figure rushed in at a speed far beyond the limit of the naked eye.

"Wanda."

The figure stopped in front of Wanda.

It was Pietro. Compared with before, he was now nearly 1.9 meters tall, and his streamlined muscles showed clearly under his black tank top.

The sweat on his forehead and the bruises on his face that had yet to fade proved that he had just been training hard.

Wanda lowered her crossed legs, and her tall, graceful body slowly landed on the floor.

She raised her head slightly and looked at her twin brother. Seeing the same anger burning in his eyes, she parted her lips.

"Let's go. It's time to finish our revenge."

"Okay."

Pietro nodded sharply.

His figure vanished, while Wanda calmly changed into new clothes.

She put on a red coat, jeans, and Martin boots.

She liked red.

By the time she finished changing, Pietro's figure reappeared.

"Let's go."

Looking at her brother, now dressed as well, Wanda raised her hand, and a sparking portal appeared.

The two walked through.

With that single step, they left the Siberian plain base and arrived in New York.

…

Inside the New York sea-view villa.

Tony had only just solved the MK armor's minor high-altitude icing problem during the day when an unwelcome guest arrived that night.

It was Obadiah.

Tony already knew that Obadiah had secretly built arms-smuggling networks around the world and was even plotting to force him out of Stark Industries. Even so, he did not act immediately. Instead, he buried his original plan for the time being and welcomed Obadiah as though he suspected nothing..

He poured Obadiah a glass of whiskey and handed it over, then poured one for himself. Looking at Obadiah as he sat on the sofa and drank, Tony quietly sat down on the other side, leaned back, crossed his legs, and put on his usual careless manner. "Hey, Obie. What brings you here so late?"

Obie was Tony's affectionate nickname for Obadiah.

"Tony, I heard you've been staying in the lab lately. Did you make something good? For example, is Jericho almost finished?" Obadiah asked warmly, a friendly smile on his large face, though his tone was full of probing.

If it had been before, Tony might not have cared at all. But now, disgust filled him.

"Just a little toy. It still needs some time."

Tony swirled the wine in his glass, neither denying it nor explaining clearly.

Obadiah's expression did not change. His sitting posture was the same as usual, one hand resting on the back of the sofa while the other held his glass.

"I came to tell you some good news. The military has confirmed that the Apogee Award will be given to you. It should be held in Las Vegas at the end of the year, and your good friend Colonel Rhodes will be the one presenting it."

The Apogee Award was hosted by the U.S. military together with government agencies. Its full name was the Annual Apogee Award, meant to honor Tony for inventing smart weapons, advanced robots, and satellite positioning technology, and for defending American freedom and global interests.

For an arms dealer, this was undoubtedly a great honor.

In truth, it was simply making a whole meal out of one small excuse.

The military only wanted to use this method to draw closer to this genius in military research and development, while also urging Tony to develop more high-tech weapons as soon as possible.

For example, the data revealed about the Jericho missile had greatly satisfied the military. They hoped Stark Industries could complete the research as soon as possible.

Once the Jericho missile was finished, it would bring enormous profit.

The military could no longer wait.

They had no doubt that the Jericho missile would succeed, because the developer was Tony Stark.

"You know I'm not interested in things like that, Obie. Jericho still needs some time to be perfected. Soon," Tony said lazily, showing no care at all for the so-called award.

It fit his usual style perfectly.

Obadiah did not suspect anything.

"All right. I just hope I don't have to go in your place again when the time comes."

After saying this, Obadiah seemed to think of something and asked casually, "Have you been paying attention to that Terra recently?"

Tony lifted his glass and took a sip, hiding the mockery that flashed through his eyes.

After lowering the glass, he smiled and said, "Yeah. I really didn't expect the world to change this fast."

"The Manhattan incident shocked me back then. Believe me, Obie, once Jericho is successfully developed, no matter how many demons come, they'll just be cannon fodder."

"I've never doubted that, Tony."

Obadiah laughed loudly, his voice deep. After laughing, he clicked his tongue in wonder. "They recently executed that former military colonel named William Stryker."

"I didn't expect those politicians to actually allow it."

"Do you think Terra will really interfere with the whole world? I heard the public opinion online is all hoping Terra will kill every criminal."

This was the true reason Obadiah had come to Tony.

He was uneasy.

William Stryker's execution, along with the direction of public opinion online, made him deeply uneasy. Even though he knew asking Tony would not bring any real answer, he still came.

Because he feared Terra.

He had no desire to stand before Terra's Inquisition and face judgment.

In Obadiah's mind, Terra's Inquisition was hell.

"Hah. Since when do you care about things like this, Obie? That doesn't sound like you," Tony said with a puzzled expression, though he was sneering inside.

He could see Obadiah's anxiety, and he knew why the man was anxious.

"I'm just curious. After all, if Terra really does that and removes so many criminals from the world, who knows whether it might affect the group's stock?"

Obadiah laughed it off, casually finding an excuse to cover himself.

Tony smiled. Just as he was about to say something, a roar suddenly rang beside his ears, and Jarvis's voice sounded in the living room at the same time.

"Sir, abnormal situation detected. Someone is approaching at a speed exceeding Mach 2. Initiating—"

Before Jarvis could finish, there came a sharp sound of glass exploding, followed by a violent gust of wind.

Boom!

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