Chapter 25 Your Turn

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"Recently, Iron Man engaged in a fierce battle with a person who can breathe fire in downtown New York, resulting in a resounding defeat."

"Footage from the scene shows how intense the fight was."

"Due to the distance, we cannot clearly see the fire-breather's face."

"We currently do not know their true identity, name, or even gender."

Indra watched the news about himself on TV, his expression shifting through a range of emotions.

"The incident has prompted many people to share their opinions about the battle that shook all of New York City."

"Now, let's hear from some people on the streets of New York."

The TV switched to street interviews.

"Fuck... Iron Man is the best! He's my hero! That fire-breathing guy is a joke. Get outta here!"

"I thought it was cool! That guy could breathe fire! When I saw flames engulfing him, it was awesome!"

"That person must be a villain. People are saying it might be connected to the recent explosion."

"Is that fire-breather an alien? Are they a threat to us? Iron Man, save us! Help!"

"I don't think he's a bad guy. Even though he fought Iron Man, he didn't harm us. Maybe they were just sparring."

"I just want to know if it's a guy or a girl! And how does their clothes not burn off when they're on fire? Do they end up running around naked?"

The TV returned to the studio.

"While most citizens are skeptical of this fire-breather, a small number of people are optimistic, considering him a potential new superhero like Iron Man."

"Many have become his fans, affectionately calling him 'Inferno'"

Inferno? What kind of name is that? Indra was mildly shocked.

He was in a gym, watching TV while on a treadmill. Originally, he just wanted to work out and maybe show off his eight-pack abs. But the moment he walked into the gym, he saw the news. He found out not only had he become famous, but he also mysteriously acquired a fan club.

But Inferno? Couldn't they come up with something cooler, like Crimson Satan or something more badass?

As the news spread, the gym buzzed with conversation about this mysterious "Inferno." This made Indra, the Inferno himself, feel awkward.

"Hey, did you know?"

Suddenly, an older man next to Indra nudged him and said conspiratorially.

Indra looked at the man, who puffed out his chest, surrounded by layers of fat.

Then, in a low voice, the man said, "I'll tell you a secret. I'm actually Inferno!"

After this declaration, the man slicked back his hair dramatically.

Indra coughed, pressing his temples with his hand. He immediately turned to leave the gym, but then he heard a gruff voice behind him.

"In my eyes, neither Iron Man nor that so-called Inferno is anything special. Iron Man just has money."

"The Inferno can only breathe fire. That's too basic."

"They don't have my strong chest and developed muscles."

Indra turned around and saw a burly man lifting a barbell, showing off his biceps to the women around him. He was bragging with a smug expression.

Indra shook his head and took a deep breath.

Just as he was about to leave, he turned and saw Black Widow standing in front of him, hands in her pockets.

"Hey, we meet again," she said with a smirk, looking at Indra.

"Ever since you left S.H.I.E.L.D., we've been trying to find you. Where have you been?"

Black Widow, dressed in workout gear that showed off her physique, seemed to be there for a workout herself.

As Indra pondered to respond, Hawkeye emerged from the locker room. Upon seeing Indra, his previously stoic face darkened little. Clearly, he was still bitter about their last encounter.

Seeing Indra remain silent, Black Widow stepped closer, scrutinizing him.

"You seem different," she remarked.

"Different how?" Indra asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Stronger," she said, poking his abdomen with her finger.

Hawkeye, hearing Black Widow's compliment, stepped forward and flexed his biceps, trying to intimidate Indra.

Indra gave a soft cough and lifted his shirt slightly, revealing his abs. "Just a few more abs than before," he said nonchalantly.

His casual display immediately attracted the attention of some women nearby.

"Wow, how did you get those muscles? So cool!"

"Those abs are perfect. Can you train me too?"

"Hey, handsome, leave me your contact info. Let's grab dinner and talk about fitness in my room."

Hawkeye's face turned even darker. He couldn't believe it—how had Indra developed eight-pack abs in just a few days? Was this luck?

"Impressive," Black Widow said with genuine admiration. Then she raised an eyebrow at Indra and added, "How about you spar with me in the boxing ring?"

Indra didn't answer.

Black Widow took her hands out of her pockets and cracked her knuckles. "Don't underestimate women," she warned, heading to the boxing ring.

Once in the ring, she pointed at a very muscular man and said, "You, get up here."

The man scoffed at her but climbed into the ring.

The gym's rule was that anyone, regardless of gender, who was challenged in the ring had to accept.

The man hadn't even been in the ring for a minute before Black Widow took him down with a swift neck snap move.

The gym erupted in gasps.

Black Widow stood up, dusted off her hands, and looked at Indra. "Your turn."

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