Chapter 3

Rubbing his eyebrows, Zhao Yu lay quietly on the bed, pondering.

"There's only vague news about Punisher and Daredevil in the news. These two are old timers, and compared to powerful heroes, their abilities are low. Even Spidey isn't comparable, and they're of little value. But now that Daredevil has emerged, his opponents Kingpin, also Bullseye, and Japan's The Hand should also be hidden in the dark...

"And Spidey and Iron Man haven't appeared yet, but it's 2002 and they should be fast too.

"It's better if they don't appear; it'll be easier for me to do things."

He skipped these thoughts about the current or future superheroes and pondered another side story: "Mutants are also interspersed... think about it, even though Mutants and Superheroes were separated due to copyright issues before crossing over, they still belong to one body. For me, Mutants are very valuable... Their innate abilities may be related to certain cultivation physiques and require careful observation. And these people also have fates. You can move your hands and feet."

"But..." he sighed faintly. "The most important thing now is to establish a sect... money..."

He opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on a newspaper—it was a mustache with an arrogant look.

"It's you!"

...

As a billionaire and super genius, Tony Stark's living environment is truly superior. In the country of the United States, even if it has been changed to a world, it is ultimately a world of capital, rich, capable, and naturally sought after. There are hot spots about him that will never be reported, money in his wallet that will never be used up, and countless women who will always be drawn to him like moths to a flame.

He can look down on anyone, all the country bumpkins, can be willful, can be unreasonable, but few can get to him. For Tony Stark, apart from hanging around with women and attending various parties, the biggest fun is the laboratory. As for Stark Industries, there are two veteran dynasties: Obadiah Stane and his assistant Pepper Potts. He doesn't need to worry about everything himself.

He is only responsible for bringing out new products, so he can receive enough enthusiastic attention and appreciation.

He is a born protagonist, a figure from the Long Aotian series.

"Potts, what about the actual test results of the missile? What did the military say? They must be very satisfied, right?" On the top floor of the Stark Building, Tony and Pepper walked out of the elevator one after the other. Tony asked casually, Pepper holding a folder in his arms and following him.

"Well, we all know that you, Tony Stark, are the world's first genius. Your masterpiece, what could the military be dissatisfied with?" Pepper had long been accustomed to Tony's self-confidence, or arrogance.

"That's right!" Tony, without the slightest hesitation, took this sentence as admiration for him.

"But I don't believe that they will fail to come up with some incredible ideas. Maybe they are going to have me build a missile that can blow up Jupiter all at once, and then dominate the world."

Pepper shrugged.

The fully automatic metal gate automatically opened when Tony approached. Tony took off his jacket and walked in, saying, "Jarvis, let's continue the previous experiment..."

"Sorry, sir, I think you have to see a guest before you can continue the experiment."

"Okay," Tony slowly put down his coat and walked to the wine cabinet casually, saying: "Pepper, you go out first. I might have a boxing match with a stranger."

He was talking and took out a bottle worth tens of thousands of USD from the wine cabinet. He poured a glass of premium red wine and gestured to a weird guy wearing an azure robe sitting on the sofa not far away: "Hey buddy, do you want a glass? Although I don't know why security didn't come to me, as a host, I must welcome you. Of course, if you can give me an explanation."

Pepper also saw the silhouette wearing an azure robe. This silhouette gave people a very strange feeling. It seemed to be there and not, it seemed to be far away, but close in front of you.

She looked at Tony. From Tony's eyes, she got the message 'hold on for the time being', and then she quietly retreated.

Tony's expression remained the same. Although he felt a little uneasy, he relied on himself. He believed that no one in this world could harm him without reason.

"Tony Stark?"

The silhouette wearing an azure robe lifted its head, revealing Zhao Yu's face.

"Yes, buddy, I am Tony Stark, the world's first genius, the richest man. You didn't make a mistake." He shook the glass: "I just offered you a drink, would you like one?"

Zhao Yu waved his hand: "Your inferior drinks are of no interest to me." Tony's expression froze, then he chuckled, "What did you say? Inferior drinks? Are you looking down on me? Haha..." He laughed oddly, "No one has ever looked down on me except you."

Zhao Yu looked at him calmly, a glint in his eyes. Tony felt as if Zhao Yu could see through him. He exclaimed, "Hey, hey, buddy, can you not look at me like this? I'm not gay, okay?"

The glint in Zhao Yu's eyes dissipated, and he smiled slightly. "Neither am I."

"Then, buddy." Tony sat on the sofa opposite Zhao Yu, leaving a space between them. He gestured towards the coffee table, saying: "Can you explain to me why you're here?"

"Why not?" Zhao Yu calmly smiled. "I want a sum of money, and you are the most suitable person to provide it. That's why I'm here today."

"Ah, Tony was taken aback, his face mocking: "Yes, I'm very rich. If you took all the money in my bank account, you could build another Stark Building. But buddy, I've never met someone like you. I have to ask, how thick is your skin? There are actually people in this world who are thicker than mine. It's really rare."

Zhao Yu didn't seem offended. He flicked his wide sleeves and said casually: "I said you are the most suitable for two reasons. One, you are very rich. But in fact, many rich people can afford the money I need. Second, I plan to accept you as a disciple because you are intelligent, and that is the most important reason."

"Haha, are you offering charity?" Tony opened his arms and said unbelievably: "Disciple? Student? Who am I? Tony Stark! Buddy, are you sure you're okay in the head?"

"So, you're refusing?" Zhao Yu stood up slowly, hands behind his back.

"Of course. No one should expect a warm welcome to an uninvited guest." Tony shrugged.

Zhao Yu looked at him, a slight sadness in his expression. "I didn't want to use force, but it seems inevitable..." He slowly stretched out his hand, a ray of light sparkling at his fingertips. Tony suddenly fell back, flipping over from the sofa and hiding behind it.

He was about to shout when a ray of light flew towards him, ignoring any obstacles, ignoring any human response, and shot into Tony's forehead.

Tony stiffened, then yelled, "What kind of bastard did you do to me?"

Zhao Yu smiled, "This is a spell, refined into a magic treasure, called the Band-Tightening Spell. This Daoist magic technique directly affects your soul, punishing the soul by chanting. Once, there was a naturally raised, lawless monkey. He challenged the Heavenly Court, stirred the Three Realms, and even the Golden Immortals had to give way to him, but he was finally tamed by the Band-Tightening Spell."

Zhao Yu continued, "I want to know, what's the difference between the world's first genius and that monkey."

"Monkey?! You're comparing me to a monkey?" Tony was incredulous. "I can't believe it, someone in this world is comparing me, Tony Stark, to a monkey. How ridiculous!"

He took a deep breath, his tone slowing down, and said seriously, "Buddy, do you know you're committing a crime? If you don't want the police knocking on your door, you should release me from this... spell?"

Although Tony was arrogant and accustomed to luxury, he had never been threatened like this. He deeply felt a kind of imprisonment from the depth of his soul, and he was scared!

Zhao Yu remained calm, standing with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering. "People are always self-centered. You say you're the world's first genius, but in front of that monkey, you're just an ant. You don't know how strong his spirit is, but you're still tamed by the Band-Tightening Spell. Although the Daoist magic technique I used on you is incomparable to the Tathagata's personal performance, no one under the Heavenly Immortal can resist it. And I suspect that even those with Heavenly Immortal power in this world may not have that ability."

"So, for you, this is unsolvable. Unless you're willing to let your soul fly away. Otherwise, even if you're reborn through reincarnation, this spell imprinted in your soul will always follow you, never leaving or abandoning you."

"I should let you experience the fun of this spell first." Zhao Yu said, laughing. Some indescribable incantations popped out from between his lips, turning into an invisible force that activated the spell imprinted on Tony's soul.

"Ah!"

Tony's expression tightened, and immense pain and despair erupted from the depth of his soul. He hugged his head, rolling on the ground in agony!

"Sir, sir!"

Jarvis, the artificial intelligence, was anxious on the sidelines. It couldn't communicate with the outside world at all. It couldn't even call the police—it was trapped on the table next to it, a faint ball of light emitting rays of light, imprisoned by a twisted rune. When Tony entered, Zhao Yu activated a Saint Summoning Card, which brought him here, and easily took control of Jarvis, an Artifact Spirit far inferior to the imprisonment of false spirituality.

Watching the world's first genius in excruciating pain, Zhao Yu said indifferently, "The Band-Tightening Spell has multiple effects. The first thing is pain. This is the effect of a certain power according to the eighteen layers of hell, created spell. It can let you experience eighteen different kinds of fun. Tony, tell me, would you like to experience it?"

"No! Ah..." Tony pinched his forehead fiercely with one hand, his eyes bulging, blood from biting his gums, the muscles on his face twitching unconsciously, and his whole body convulsing. He stretched out his other hand with difficulty. "Stop, Stop! I promise, I promise!"

Zhao Yu stopped the spell, and Tony lay on the ground, panting heavily, sweat pouring down his face.

"Remember, from now on, you are my disciple. You will do what I say, without question. Understood?"

Tony nodded weakly, understanding the power and determination of the man before him. He had no choice but to obey.