In the dusty, abandoned factory, Aldrich crawled out from a broken wall, his expression twisted with fury. The Extremis virus inside his body ignited once again, forming a blazing curtain of fire. His eyes locked firmly onto Tony Stark.
"You damned bastard!" Aldrich roared, charging at Tony with burning rage. Flames gathered around his fists, forming fireballs like falling meteors.
Tony Stark's expression remained calm. The liquid symbiote armor within him surged and pulsed with power. Streams of white fluid formed a solid shield that blocked Aldrich's flames. At the same time, Tony's movements were agile and precise, easily dodging the incoming fireballs.
Suddenly, his body turned into a streak of white light, dashing straight toward Aldrich. Aldrich tried to react, but the white light moved too fast—he had no time to respond. The next moment, Tony's fist slammed into Aldrich's chest with immense force.
Aldrich was sent flying, smashing through another section of the factory wall before crashing heavily onto the ground. The flames coating his body dimmed significantly—his power had been greatly weakened.
Tony Stark appeared before Aldrich again, white light gleaming from his fists, cold and merciless.
Tony Stark smiled wickedly. "Let's see what interesting little tricks your body is hiding."
Aldrich gritted his teeth. Though his strength was fading, his fury only grew stronger. With a roar, he unleashed flames from deep within his body, becoming a burning inferno.
"I will NOT lose! Whether you're Tony Stark or not, I'll prove that I have the power to control everything—power to become a king unmatched by anyone!" His voice was filled with determination.
Tony remained calm, with a trace of amusement in his eyes. "This loser from another world is surprisingly persistent."
"But if you insist… then let me show you that my power far surpasses yours." White liquid gathered around Tony's fist, forming a glowing sphere of energy.
With a downward swing, Tony hurled the spinning light sphere at Aldrich. Aldrich pushed his flames to the limit to resist, but under the sphere's crushing force, his fire was extinguished instantly. The impact sent him flying across the ground.
Aldrich fell, covered in dust, unable to rise again.
Tony Stark stood tall, his white symbiote armor glowing faintly. His expression was arrogant and mocking. A defeated opponent was simply that—defeated. Such a foe deserved to die by his own hand, not Tony's.
White-Tank Tony Stark looked down at Aldrich's fallen form with disappointment.
"What a disaster. I couldn't even defeat someone like this." The white-armored Tony ignored Aldrich entirely and walked toward the unconscious Tony Stark.
"In that case… I'll become this world's Tony Stark." A cruel smile spread across the white-armored Tony's face. White energy gathered in his palm.
A strange farting and crashing sound echoed behind him.
"Hm?" Tony turned his head—just in time to receive a brutal kick to the face.
BOOM!
White-Armor Tony was sent flying, crashing into the factory remains and kicking up clouds of smoke.
"The Ancient One doesn't have time to babysit you." Nathan Hawke straightened his suit and removed his tie.
Amid the billowing smoke, White-Tank Tony reappeared, hateful eyes locked onto Nathan Hawke.
The white symbiote fluid flowed around Tony's body, radiating tremendous pressure. A twisted smile crept onto his face—he could feel Nathan's strength. This newcomer was no ordinary man.
Nathan Hawke stood calmly, radiating an overwhelming presence. His clean black suit contrasted sharply with the ruined factory around him. He looked like a ruler surveying the world from above.
"Who are you?" Tony growled.
"I am Nathan Hawke. From another universe. Surely you've heard the name?" Nathan said calmly.
"Hm?" Tony raised an eyebrow.
"Nathan Hawke? Hawke Industries' Nathan Hawke? That useless fat guy's variant…" White-Tank Tony stared at Nathan, surprised by the pressure he exuded. He hadn't expected this version of Nathan to be so intimidating.
"So you're just another version of Nathan Hawke. Hardly worth serious attention." Tony spoke with cold disdain.
"Try me. I'd love to see how strong you REALLY are inside that white tank armor." Nathan smirked and floated the unconscious Tony Stark away from the battlefield. He also saw Aldrich carrying away an unconscious Pepper Potts but didn't interfere. Right now, there was something more important—either banishing this white-armored Tony from the universe or killing him outright.
All of this began during the timeline when Tony Stark was fighting Aldrich.
The Earlier Incident
On the way to the White House, President Matthew Ellis encountered a sudden large-scale attack. Hydra soldiers, injected with the Extremis virus, transformed into superpowered "Extremis Warriors." Their target: assassinate the President.
Nathan Hawke and Sengoku Ryoma were recording the battle with a specialized camera created by Ryoma.
When the President's convoy was nearly overwhelmed by the Extremis Warriors' flames and brute strength, Zed appeared at the frontlines—calm, prepared, and deadly.
These enhanced warriors released scorching flames and attacked relentlessly. But Zed moved like a shadow, effortlessly evading their burning strikes.
Jay stepped forward and instantly split into multiple shadow clones—each hurling shuriken with immaculate precision. The shuriken tore through the Extremis soldiers, causing severe injuries.
But their bodies started regenerating.
Jay's eyes sharpened—Shadow Style!
His clones launched Secret Shadow Techniques. Shurikens turned into streaks of silver light, raining down like blades. Several Extremis warriors were sliced down, collapsing in pools of blood.
Jay vanished, reappearing among the warriors with incredible speed. His fists and blade glowed coldly. Every movement was sharp and lethal. One by one, the warriors fell beneath his strikes.
"Take their final breath."
The shadow clones unleashed Shadow Secret Technique: Ghost Slash.
The battlefield became a slaughterhouse—blood spraying everywhere. The Extremis warriors screamed as Jay cut them down mercilessly.
Nathan and Ryoma stared at the footage in awe, captivated by every detail.
"Boss, Jay's performance is insane. But those Extremis fighters… wow, their power is crazy too." Ryoma licked his dry lips.
Jay dodged more flames and reached his designated position.
The Extremis warriors dwindled, fear showing on their faces. Zed grew even more ferocious, his blade cutting down enemies without hesitation.
Finally, only one powerful Extremis warrior remained—shaking, terrified, hopeless.
Jay raised his blade, black energy building.
"Soul Reaper—Jay."
He flashed like a streak of darkness—the warrior screamed, his flames extinguished, his body collapsing into nothing.
Jay stood tall among the corpses—then vanished.
When the battle ended, Nathan Hawke spoke quietly:
"Ryoma, get ready to collect."
"Fine…" Ryoma began to respond—when suddenly—
Nathan's ears filled with the sound of shattering glass.
Instantly—
"Ancient One." Nathan bowed respectfully toward the empty space.
"Long time no see," came a calm, deep, wise voice.
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