"I hereby announce that the Weapons Development Division of Stark Industries is officially shut down!"
The voice of Tony Stark echoed from the television, his announcement being rebroadcast across all major news channels. In the grand living room of a luxurious cliffside villa overlooking the Pacific, the sleek screen flickered as it replayed the now-iconic press conference.
Seated comfortably on a leather sofa, Lin Feng couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself. His fingers drummed against the armrest, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
It seemed that despite everything—his unexpected arrival, his interference—Tony Stark still made the same pivotal decision. The timeline, at least so far, remained intact.
He hadn't broken the Marvel Universe.
A few days ago, Lin Feng had been just another ordinary college graduate from Earth—Blue Star, as some liked to call it. The kind of guy who binge-watched superhero movies at night, scrolled aimlessly through short videos, and lamented the dull routine of everyday life.
And then, it happened.
One evening, while watching Avengers for the umpteenth time, Lin Feng dozed off. On screen, Tony Stark was hammering away in a dimly lit cave, forging the first Iron Man armor—an iconic moment. The clanging of metal was the last thing Lin heard before slipping into unconsciousness.
When he awoke, he was in the cave.
But not just that—he had a system.
The kind of metaphysical upgrade every transmigrated hero dreams of. A voice in his mind, cold and mechanical, issued the first quest:
> Novice Mission 1: Assist Tony Stark in building the Mark I armor and escape the cave.
Reward: 10% Superman (Man of Steel) Physical Enhancement.
With his newly acquired strength—10% of Superman's raw power—Lin Feng shattered their restraints and helped Tony escape captivity. The escape, while intense, forged a bond between them, a bond that would shift the course of Lin Feng's future in this universe.
And now, thanks to that single act, Lin Feng found himself a welcome guest in Stark's private estate, a man with no official identity, no background, and no past—but with a new future brimming with possibilities.
He reached for the remote and powered down the television. The room fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that felt earned after surviving something extraordinary. Outside, the ocean whispered against the rocks, and inside, Lin Feng stared thoughtfully at the marble floor.
The first mission was complete. But the second...
He summoned the task menu again, and golden text shimmered faintly in the air before his eyes:
> Novice Mission 2: Fly into outer space and absorb direct yellow sun radiation.
Reward: Full Superman (Man of Steel) Ability Package.
Note: Mission must be completed within 30 days. Failure will result in the system unbinding permanently.
His heart pounded just reading it.
Superhuman speed. Near-invulnerability. Strength capable of leveling buildings. Heat vision, cold breath, X-ray sight—the whole legendary suite.
Even with just 10% of those gifts, he could already feel the change. He ran faster, lifted more, recovered quicker. But it was just a taste—a mere appetizer before the main course. And now, the full meal was within reach.
But to claim it, he needed to go to space.
In his previous life, that would've been impossible. Even billionaires had to wait years for government-sanctioned launches. But this was the Marvel Universe, where tech existed that could bend time and tear portals through dimensions.
And more importantly, he had Tony Stark on his side.
Still, he knew that favors weren't given freely in this world, even by friends. Especially when the favor involved launching someone into the vacuum of space.
He'd have to explain carefully. Convincingly.
Just as he began rehearsing what he would say, the sound of a security system chirped from the hallway. The door hissed open, and the man himself walked in—Tony Stark, clad in a blazer and sunglasses, looking every bit the billionaire playboy inventor, even after a long day facing the media storm.
Tony stopped mid-stride when he saw Lin Feng practicing shadow punches in the middle of the living room like a child on too much sugar.
"Hey, buddy," Tony said, raising an eyebrow and slipping off his sunglasses. "You on something? That couch costs more than some small cars."
Startled, Lin Feng dropped his stance, cleared his throat, and sheepishly stepped off the furniture. "Tony! Welcome back... Haha..."
Tony gave a tired sigh and slumped onto the sofa, waving dismissively. "So, how's living in my house treating you? You haven't blown anything up yet, so that's a win."
Lin Feng grinned and scratched his chin thoughtfully. "It's… comfortable."
"Comfortable, huh? That sofa you were jumping on cost thirty grand, pal."
"Relax, we're friends! When I get my own place, you're free to dance on my sofa."
Tony rolled his eyes but didn't argue the point. For all his sarcasm, there was a strange sincerity in the way he regarded Lin Feng. Shared danger tended to forge real connections.
And as if to underline that point, Tony reached into his briefcase and pulled out a thick file, tossing it onto the table.
"Here. Consider it a gift. ID papers, driver's license… and a deed."
Lin Feng blinked in disbelief, flipping through the documents.
A new identity. A villa in New York, 600 square meters. A $5 million check, casually tucked between the pages.
He gawked. "Tony... you serious?"
"I don't do things halfway," Tony replied, smirking. "Pepper helped pick the place. Try not to set it on fire."
Lin Feng couldn't suppress his grin. "Thank you, Mr. Rich Man. Consider me deeply honored."
But the warmth of gratitude soon gave way to the weight of responsibility. Now was the time to broach the real topic.
"Tony," Lin Feng said, straightening, "I need your help with something important."
Tony raised an eyebrow and gestured toward the bar. "This sounds like a whiskey conversation."
He poured himself a glass and offered one to Lin Feng, who politely declined. Then he sipped and nodded. "Okay. Hit me."
"I want to go to outer space."
Tony stared blankly. "…Outer space. Like, leave the planet outer space?"
"Yes," Lin Feng said with a nod. "Just high enough to escape the atmosphere. Maybe the altitude of a satellite."
Tony blinked, setting his glass down slowly. "Okay. So you are on drugs."
"I'm serious."
Tony studied him for a moment. He could see the steel in Lin Feng's eyes—the same unshakable resolve he had seen in the cave when everything seemed lost.
"All right," he said, leaning back. "Let's say I believe you. Why? Sightseeing?"
"It's... related to my abilities," Lin Feng replied, carefully choosing his words. "I draw energy from the sun. And up there, without Earth's atmosphere filtering it, I can absorb it fully. It would amplify what I can do."
Tony was quiet for a moment, then slowly nodded.
"I've seen what you can do. That punch back in the cave? Yeah, that wasn't normal."
"I'm not a mutant," Lin Feng clarified quickly. "I guess you could say it's... hereditary. Some kind of bloodline thing. I only awakened recently."
He gestured vaguely, mixing truth and fiction with practiced ease.
Tony narrowed his eyes but ultimately shrugged. "Fine. I've done crazier things. You want to fly into space, I can probably make that happen. Give me a few days."
Lin Feng exhaled, relief flooding him.
Mission 2 was now one step closer to completion.
And soon, the full power of Superman would be his.
He clenched his fists, excitement bubbling under the surface. The stars were calling.
And he was ready to answer.