Marvel Transmigration: I Possessed Iron Man

"Come on, system. Show me a demonstration."

That infamous 'emperor and concubine horse-riding scene' from Ice was already ridiculous—now you want me to act it out live?

The second option is like letting a tiger loose in the wild. That's exactly the kind of thing I despise.

And the third? That's basically a curse.

So what now? Revenge doesn't expire? If they can't get it in this life, they reincarnate just to mess with me again?

If he really becomes my son, then I can't hit him—but I also can't not hit him. What is this, a twisted modern-day Oedipus story?

System, you're cruel.

"I choose option two!"

"Betty, evacuate the crowd!" Aetheris grabbed the Mark III Hellfire Armor suitcase next to him. With a smooth transformation, the suit snapped into place. He launched a repulsor blast directly at Ivan.

"Everyone, run! This place is dangerous!" Betty Ross shouted.

But the students of Calf University were already too caught up recording videos the moment Aetheris suited up. Who cared about a teaching assistant?

Some had even started livestreaming.

"Yo, bros, check it out—behind me is none other than Iron Man, our old buddy Tony Stark!"

"Type what you wanna see in the comments! I'll risk my life and stream it all for you!"

"Let's go, Houston crew, flood the chat with rockets!"

"Big love to Brother Hans, our top gifter—don't forget to follow!"

Seeing that her warnings were useless, Betty Ross could only watch helplessly as Aetheris clashed with the whip-wielding madman.

Ivan was vicious and silent. One electrified whip strike shattered Aetheris's energy blast with ease.

That flashy counterattack stunned the entire crowd.

"Who is that guy?"

Everyone was asking the same question.

"Zoom in! Get a clear shot of his chest piece!" Hans, CEO of Hans Industries, was frantically typing in the livestream chat.

"Get me that close-up and I'll drop a full Carnival gift pack!"

"You got it! Watch me!" the daring Black streamer shouted, rushing forward fearlessly.

Aetheris, mid-air and unleashing ranged attacks, was caught off guard. Ivan's whip came flying at him.

Aetheris ignited his boosters, twisting in midair so the blow landed on his back instead of his chest.

"Damn it, I let my guard down!"

His HUD began flickering, disrupted by the surge of energy from Ivan's strike.

The streamer ditched his phone and bolted, yelling for his mom as he ran.

"Ivan, if you want revenge, fine—come at me! But could you at least show some restraint? These people are innocent civilians! Is it really necessary to go all out?" Aetheris shouted.

"They're Americans. The more that die, the better!" Ivan sneered, a twisted satisfaction in his eyes.

Why had he been forced to grow up in a godforsaken place like Siberia, freezing half to death just trying to survive?

Why did Americans get to enjoy comfort and government benefits from birth?

Why?!

"I want the heavens to no longer blind my eyes."

"I want the earth to no longer bury my heart."

"I want the world to understand my will."

"I want America—and Germany—to vanish into smoke!"

Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack!

Ivan surged forward, his electrified whips striking five times in rapid succession. The blasts landed just ahead of Aetheris. Had he been a second slower, the suit would have been shredded.

"That's the legendary Five Consecutive Lightning Strikes?!" Aetheris exclaimed.

"So Master Ma wasn't lying after all!"

"Ivan, I don't want to kill you. Just stand down," Aetheris pleaded as he dodged yet another whip strike.

"Hmph, spare me your hero talk. I'm not made of dough—you won't mold me!" Ivan snarled. "This is the final strike. Give it everything you've got!"

The whip in his hand danced like a dragon, crackling with electric fury.

Aetheris's repulsor blasts were completely ineffective.

With a toothpick clenched between his teeth and a feral grin, Ivan roared, "Quit running and die already!"

Crack—crack—crack!

His whip lashed through a metal railing, instantly melting it.

When it struck the concrete, it left a deep scorched crater.

If it hit a person, they wouldn't just die—they'd be vaporized.

A steel pipe, hurled by the force of the whip, impaled a bystander through the chest, pinning him to the ground.

Behind him, unaware of the tragedy, people actually started cheering.

Seeing that someone had just died, Aetheris held nothing back. Missiles fired from his armor in rapid succession, raining down on Ivan like a storm.

But Ivan, hardened by years of brutal training in the cold and heat, and seasoned by street brawls, had real combat instincts.

His whips spun into a nearly impenetrable defense—like a steel wall made of lightning. Not only did he not back off, he charged straight in, determined to engage Aetheris in close quarters.

His tech had been reverse-engineered after studying Aetheris's battles with the Hulk and Abomination. With an Arc Reactor of his own and a body reinforced with a new alloy tougher than titanium, Ivan launched a full-force assault, giving Aetheris no room to breathe.

Aetheris couldn't dodge in time. He raised his right arm to block, but the whip wrapped around it and yanked him out of the sky.

"Warning! Warning! Rapid energy loss detected. Power level below 19%!"

"It's absorbing my energy?!" Aetheris was shocked. Ivan had truly lived up to Anton Vanko's legacy—these whips could both drain and unleash power. In a martial arts novel, this would be the ultimate energy-leeching technique.

Aetheris's expression hardened. He stopped trying to escape and gripped the whip with both hands. Spinning his body, he used the force to pull himself toward Ivan.

Activating both the Hulk's power boost and his internal shield module, he charged forward—but it still hurt like hell.

The shield could block bullets and blades, sure, but it couldn't stop electricity.

It was like getting tasered all over, nonstop. Pure agony.

"Die already!"

Aetheris didn't care about points or prestige anymore. He roared, unleashing the Hulk's might, and hurled Ivan across the battlefield like a sack of bricks.

Boom!

Ivan's body slammed into the viewing stands with a thunderous crash, smashing concrete on impact.

Splurt!

A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips. His arms slumped limply—he was clearly badly hurt.

Aetheris approached, yanked the Arc Reactor from Ivan's chest, and stared at it coldly.

"It's over." He clenched it, ready to crush it in his fist.

Bang!

The reactor suddenly exploded, blasting Aetheris backward.

Cough, cough, cough...Even with the Hulk's durability, he felt his chest tighten with pain.

(End of Chapter)

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