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Yo!

What was this?

Wasn’t it better to arrive at just the right time than to arrive early?

Lake blinked and came back to himself. Seeing the scrap metal hurtling closer and closer, now arcing directly toward the top of his head, he hurriedly shifted into reverse…

Bam!

Tony Stark, wearing the Mark I armor, plunged headfirst into the soft desert sand.

Lake turned off the engine and climbed out of the vehicle.

Something wasn’t right.

According to the normal sequence of events, this guy shouldn’t have been imprisoned for at least fifteen days? It had only been seven days. Wasn’t that a little early?

Lake blinked.

The next second.

Lake seemed to understand why. In the original storyline, Tony had first needed to create the miniature arc reactor before making the Mark I armor.

This time, the miniature arc reactor had been created first, so those eight days saved should have been the time spent making the miniature arc reactor.

That made perfect sense. No problem there.

Lake rubbed his chin and walked over to Tony, who had his head buried in the desert with his feet sticking up. After dismantling the armor in a frenzy, he exposed Tony’s legs.

He pulled hard.

"Ahhh!"

Tony’s voice came from inside. "Slowly, slowly! I’m stuck."

Lake: "…"

What the hell did he mean, stuck? If I hadn’t happened to arrive just now, wouldn’t you have been captured again by the Ten Rings, stuck in the same ostrich pose?

After a while.

Tony, once again covered in dust, leaned against his dismantled Mark I armor and gulped down the bottled water Lake handed him. After taking several heavy breaths, he said, "Thanks."

Lake was slightly curious. "You know me?"

After Lake had pulled Tony Stark out like a radish, Tony had only glanced at him before acting as if nothing had happened.

Could he have seen through my disguise?

Tony said, "Among the people I know, there’s only one who wears a suit even in summer. Are you his friend?"

Lake lowered his head and looked at his suit, wondering whether he should change his clothing style. But the thought vanished in an instant. "Yeah. I’m training nearby, and Lake asked me to come take a look."

"Training?"

Tony leaned against his Mark I armor and slowly stood up, staring at Lake’s blond hair and blue eyes. "Tony Stark."

"Saga!"

As he spoke.

A rumbling sound came from the direction of the Dalbengdin Mountains. Accompanied by the wild howls of baboons and the distinctive gunfire of the area, a cloud of dust came rolling toward them in the distance.

"Shit!"

Tony glanced back, stood up, and said to Lake, "They’re coming after us. We need to leave now."

Lake withdrew his gaze from the cloud of dust and looked at Tony. "Why?"

Tony seemed stunned. "Why?"

Lake nodded.

"Why do we have to run?"

"…They have a lot of people. I blew up their armory, so they’re furious now. There are only two of us."

"People can’t be compared equally."

"What?"

Lake smiled, walked a few steps forward, then turned to look at Tony, who had already climbed into the all-terrain vehicle. The corner of his mouth curved upward. "Tony Stark, have you sensed your true Cosmo?"

The corners of Tony’s mouth twitched violently.

This guy… was crazy.

Tony dared swear to God that if this man hadn’t been Lake’s friend, he would have abandoned this lunatic and run away by himself.

The cloud of dust drew closer and closer. The sounds of guns being cocked grew exceptionally clear as well. Judging by their numbers, there were at least fifty people.

Tony said anxiously, "We really have to go."

Motherfucker.

There were only two of them, and they were unarmed. Their opponents didn’t just outnumber them overwhelmingly—they were also carrying various finely crafted Stark weapons made by Tony himself.

How were they supposed to fight this?

With their thick skulls?

Tony spoke again, preparing to tell Lake to run with him. But the moment the words left his mouth, he saw Lake, with his back to him, begin striking a pose.

What the hell?

Tony blinked and looked at the phantom that suddenly appeared behind Lake, forming the constellation Gemini, then vanished again in the blink of an eye.

Was it an illusion?

Whoosh!

The dust dispersed.

The more than fifty terrorists sent by the furious Laza to hunt down Tony Stark stopped in their tracks. They stared at Lake standing before them, his eyes closed and blond hair fluttering, as well as Tony Stark sitting in the pickup behind him.

The next second.

The small-time leader felt an extremely comical sensation. Just as he was about to speak—

Whoosh!

Lake opened his eyes.

He roared!

Galaxy—Explosion!!!

Boom!

The image of Gemini instantly appeared behind Lake. As he threw his punch, the Cosmo power, brilliant and golden like a blazing sun, which was only one step away from comprehending the Sixth Sense, gathered on his right fist in an instant.

Rumble!

Accompanied by an explosion so powerful it seemed to tear space apart, Lake’s right fist shot forward.

In that instant.

Boom!

Light!

A dazzling radiance that covered everyone’s vision appeared.

Tony Stark, standing behind Lake, instinctively covered his eyes with both hands. The light wasn’t even aimed at him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Deafening explosions flashed again and again. The more than fifty underlings couldn’t even scream before they were instantly reduced to ashes by that single strike…

In the blink of an eye.

Tony opened his eyes.

What he saw.

There was only Lake, his blond hair fluttering in the wind. In front of Lake, there was now a massive glass plain nearly one hundred meters long and wide.

Everyone knew that sand could melt into glass.

But…

"Where are they?"

"Dead."

"…"

Feeling the strength he had unleashed, Lake thought that it wasn’t bad, then turned around and calmly said to Tony, who had asked the question, "Do you feel it now?"

Tony’s mouth twitched again. "Feel what?"

As the desert wind blew, Lake turned his face toward Tony. "The power of Cosmo. Do you feel it now?"

Tony opened and closed his mouth.

I felt your overwhelming aura of showing off, that’s what I felt.

Motherfucker.

I thought I was already the number-one show-off, but I didn’t expect to meet a rival here. Speaking of which, what kind of people are Lake’s informants? Are they all mentally unsound?

Tony thought of the informant Black King, who operated in the assassin world, the V-masked man who had appeared on that island nation, and now this one…

Compared with Lake’s informants, the CIA informants were all models of clean records.

Rat-tat-tat!

Lake looked up at the federal military helicopter speeding over from the opposite direction, then looked at Tony. "My mission is complete. I’m going to begin training again. Please send my regards to Lake on my behalf."

With that.

Lake raised his head.

The clone began to disintegrate, transforming into brilliant golden starlight before vanishing in front of Tony’s eyes.

Tony’s mouth fell open.

This wasn’t scientific.

Although Tony had learned that this world contained not only science but also theology after witnessing the demon created through cloned resurrection and personally experiencing an exorcism, nothing he had ever seen or heard could compare with the scene before him.

In the time it took to draw a breath, this Saga had vanished without a trace before Tony’s eyes.

WTF!

Tony hurried to the spot where Lake had disappeared and looked around. Then he walked to the edge of the glass that had appeared in the desert, lowered his head, and looked beneath it.

What he saw.

Something seemed to be flickering.

Soon.

Rhodey arrived in a military helicopter as well. He enthusiastically hugged his friend, who had been missing for days, and then, after they boarded the helicopter, Tony asked the pilot to fly over the glass surface.

Only then could they clearly see what was inside the glass, which was one hundred meters long and wide.

Within the glass, they could clearly see forty-seven points of light, with a brightness of magnitude 5.5 in the universe, forming the constellation Gemini. They flickered and crossed over one another as if describing something.

Rhodey and the soldiers who had arrived with him all stared in shock at the glass surface that had appeared in the desert.

"Right."

Rhodey came back to himself. "Lake has an informant named Saga. Did you see him?"

Tony pulled his gaze away from the flickering glass and hummed. "He’s already gone."

Rhodey said, "What happened here? Did you see it?"

Tony shook his head and looked at Rhodey. "I only have one thought right now."

Rhodey looked at Tony, who was covered in dust and once again looked utterly exhausted, and smiled knowingly. "I understand. Burgers and cola."

Tony: "…"

Soon.

In New York.

Pepper entered from outside with a delighted expression and said to Lake, who had returned to his original appearance, "Tony’s been found."

Lake nodded. "I know."

From a certain perspective, Tony had saved himself, but Lake had also saved him.

As for the Ten Rings?

Lake wasn’t interested. The reason he had acted just now was perhaps a whim. He had originally wanted Saga to test his combat strength, but by an incredible coincidence, a Tony dropped straight out of the sky. Leaving just like that wasn’t Lake’s style either. As it happened, the Ten Rings had sent people after him, so Lake had thrown a punch to test his combat strength.

Not bad.

Once he officially broke through the Sixth Sense and put on the armor, he might not be able to defeat Odin himself, but as for that Hammer God, he should at least be able to fight him evenly.

The next day.

New Jersey, at the private airport belonging to the Immortal Consortium.

As far as the outside world was concerned, Tony Stark had never disappeared, so his return naturally couldn’t be announced with too much fanfare.

Pepper had arrived at the airport early, driven there by Happy, and waited for him.

"He’s here."

Pepper looked delightedly at a private plane beginning to descend in the distance and said to Happy beside her.

Lake hadn’t gone.

At that moment.

Lake was at home with Skye, choosing from the replies Skye had received from various universities after enrolling in the preparatory program.

Around ten in the morning.

The television suddenly cut to an emergency news bulletin from New York TV.