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Chapter 334 Bumblebee, Do You Want a Drink?
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
After a long period of silence, Tony was once again sharpening his blades, ready to stir things up.
Counting on his fingers, he could have three Infinity Stones whenever he wanted. Tony also knew the locations of the other three Infinity Stones. If he really wanted to take them, it would only cost him a little time... oh, but that didn't include the damned Soul Stone.
In Asgard's treasury, there was also a right-handed Infinity Gauntlet.
But some things weren't that simple.
"I wonder if the seventh Ego Stone is actually inside Tony Stark's head..." The thought gave Tony a headache.
The Ego Stone, unlike the other six stones, was unique across all the countless universes. It was the true core of the Infinity Stones and the key to awakening Nemesis.
Ego Stone + six regular Infinity Stones = Nemesis.
In the comics from his past life, the Ego Stone was inside Tony's head. But in this world, who the hell knew which universe's Tony Stark it was?
Besides, as the creator of all the Infinity Stones, Nemesis was so powerful that each stone was merely a small agglomeration of her power.
Tony couldn't help but worry. Even if he managed to collect all six stones, what if the Ego Stone really was inside this universe's Tony?
The moment the seven stones came together, they could summon the divine dragon... ah, I mean Nemesis. The first thing that woman might do upon waking would be to destroy a few universes in celebration.
Even with the Allspark, Tony would be brought to his knees instantly.
"What a pain~" Tony stretched, lazily lying down on the manor's lawn. He put on his sunglasses and enjoyed the sunbath.
Beside him, Krypto was also wearing sunglasses, lying on the ground like a person, exposing his white belly. From time to time, he'd pick up a drink and take a pleasant sip.
"Wangcai, all you do is eat and sleep. Sooner or later, you'll turn into a pig," Tony said sarcastically, tilting his head.
"Woof!"
Krypto shot Tony a disdainful look, full of contempt, before continuing to happily sunbathe.
Tony watched the harmless little white dog out of the corner of his eye, feeling a pang of envy. Ever since coming to Earth, the little white dog had been with Wanda, basking in the sun for so long that the energy stored in its body was terrifyingly potent.
The Kryptonian gene was truly fascinating, but its racial weakness was just too obvious.
Tony rolled over comfortably. It was a rare moment of peace, one to be cherished. Before long, he'd be busy as hell, and this Earth would become more and more chaotic.
His heavy body left an ugly, glaringly obvious indentation on the pristine lawn.
"Sir, the Old Bartender will kill me for this."
A lawn care employee from not far away hesitated for a long time before cautiously running over to give a reminder.
He was also a super-soldier created through augmentation, now an ordinary employee at Donnie's Manor. Whenever the situation required, he and many others like him would become killing machines.
"It's fine, just have him come yell at me directly," Tony said with a wave of his hand.
The employee gave a wry smile but didn't dare say more. He glanced at the legendary Tony with reverence, then at Krypto with fear and apprehension.
This guy had once tried to tease Krypto, only to be chased and bitten horribly. For days, his clothes were in tatters.
Power, speed, combat—as strong as he was, he was completely dominated by this little white dog.
He felt helpless. As powerful as he was, within this vast manor, he had suddenly become the bottom of the food chain. With nothing else to do, he could only bully ants and cockroaches...
...
The Old Bartender was driving a flashy yellow sports car, speeding down the road. To be precise, he was sitting in the driver's seat, but the yellow sports car was moving on its own.
It was an extremely eye-catching sports car. Wherever it passed, it had a one-hundred-percent head-turn rate, drawing looks of admiration and envy from many people.
Its beautiful, artistic curves combined structural engineering and aesthetics to the extreme. Even a single glance was a spiritual pleasure.
Its swift yet agile and elegant drive indicated that the car had a powerful engine and transmission system.
On its hood, a gray human-face-like symbol was extremely conspicuous, making people speculate which company had developed this new car. Many wealthy individuals were even rubbing their hands together, eager to be the first to own the new sports car.
A young police officer furiously stopped the speeding yellow sports car and began writing a ticket on the spot.
"Show me your driver's license, you were speeding! You're endangering the lives and property of others... a Human Face Emblem, what company makes this sports car? Why isn't it on record? Are you driving a modified car on the road? That's a jailable offense!" the police officer shouted.
The guy in the driver's seat was old, with graying hair and a face full of wrinkles. He had a weathered look and an undisguised aura of decline, appearing utterly lifeless.
Hearing the officer's questioning, he looked up but said nothing. He simply tossed out an ID badge, stunning the officer, before driving off. From start to finish, he never once put his hands on the steering wheel.
"Why didn't you stop him?" another police officer ran over to ask.
"There was no way to stop him. That guy has High-Level credentials from both A.R.G.U.S. and S.H.I.E.L.D. Forget speeding, even if he openly blew up a street, we wouldn't have the authority to stop him," the young officer said with a bitter expression.
...
Amid the countless speculations and envious gazes, the sports car finally arrived at Stark Tower.
With a flamboyant expression, Tony habitually raised an eyebrow, giving off an arrogant and untamable vibe. After the yellow sports car came to a stop, he casually pulled open the door.
"Old man, you've got a sharp nose. I just said I was going to open a good bottle of wine, and here you are," Tony said with a chuckle, stroking the prickly beard on his chin.
"Hmph, I knew you were shamelessly hiding the good stuff." The Old Bartender got out of the car with some effort and patted the roof of the yellow sports car as if in praise. "It's not just me today; this old buddy is going to have a drink too—Bumblebee, you've definitely never had alcohol before. Come on, today I'll teach you how to drink, and more importantly, how to appreciate it!"
The yellow sports car suddenly began to transform, turning into a robot before the astonished eyes of countless people.
Its eyes moved constantly as a strange sound came from its mouth, like a person whose throat was blocked, only able to make simple, stammering noises.
"He was just born not long ago; he's still getting used to his Vocalizer," the Old Bartender explained before excitedly running into the building. He greeted Jarvis and skillfully entered the elevator.
Tony gave Bumblebee an interested glance but didn't pay it too much mind. He dealt with artificial intelligence often and just assumed this "Bumblebee" was the Old Bartender's AI. Since his own AI Butler was a world-class artificial intelligence, he naturally wasn't very interested in one that couldn't even speak properly.
He followed behind, watching the Old Bartender's back, and discreetly frowned. In his ear, Jarvis was reporting to him.
"His bodily functions are declining at an astonishing rate. It's clear he doesn't have much time left. Old injuries are also consuming what little energy he has."
Tony's brow furrowed tightly, but he quickly relaxed it, putting his smile back on as he hurried to catch up. He was aware of the Old Bartender's condition, and he was also aware of the Old Bartender's choice. There was nothing he could do to interfere.
Allowing him to make his own choice was the greatest respect one could show an old warrior.
Behind them, Bumblebee gestured between the height of the entrance and his own height. He scratched his head in a very human-like way, seeming to have a bit of a headache. After mumbling to himself for a moment, he transformed into a sports car and drove into the building.
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
After a long period of silence, Tony was once again sharpening his blades, ready to stir things up.
Counting on his fingers, he could have three Infinity Stones whenever he wanted. Tony also knew the locations of the other three Infinity Stones. If he really wanted to take them, it would only cost him a little time... oh, but that didn't include the damned Soul Stone.
In Asgard's treasury, there was also a right-handed Infinity Gauntlet.
But some things weren't that simple.
"I wonder if the seventh Ego Stone is actually inside Tony Stark's head..." The thought gave Tony a headache.
The Ego Stone, unlike the other six stones, was unique across all the countless universes. It was the true core of the Infinity Stones and the key to awakening Nemesis.
Ego Stone + six regular Infinity Stones = Nemesis.
In the comics from his past life, the Ego Stone was inside Tony's head. But in this world, who the hell knew which universe's Tony Stark it was?
Besides, as the creator of all the Infinity Stones, Nemesis was so powerful that each stone was merely a small agglomeration of her power.
Tony couldn't help but worry. Even if he managed to collect all six stones, what if the Ego Stone really was inside this universe's Tony?
The moment the seven stones came together, they could summon the divine dragon... ah, I mean Nemesis. The first thing that woman might do upon waking would be to destroy a few universes in celebration.
Even with the Allspark, Tony would be brought to his knees instantly.
"What a pain~" Tony stretched, lazily lying down on the manor's lawn. He put on his sunglasses and enjoyed the sunbath.
Beside him, Krypto was also wearing sunglasses, lying on the ground like a person, exposing his white belly. From time to time, he'd pick up a drink and take a pleasant sip.
"Wangcai, all you do is eat and sleep. Sooner or later, you'll turn into a pig," Tony said sarcastically, tilting his head.
"Woof!"
Krypto shot Tony a disdainful look, full of contempt, before continuing to happily sunbathe.
Tony watched the harmless little white dog out of the corner of his eye, feeling a pang of envy. Ever since coming to Earth, the little white dog had been with Wanda, basking in the sun for so long that the energy stored in its body was terrifyingly potent.
The Kryptonian gene was truly fascinating, but its racial weakness was just too obvious.
Tony rolled over comfortably. It was a rare moment of peace, one to be cherished. Before long, he'd be busy as hell, and this Earth would become more and more chaotic.
His heavy body left an ugly, glaringly obvious indentation on the pristine lawn.
"Sir, the Old Bartender will kill me for this."
A lawn care employee from not far away hesitated for a long time before cautiously running over to give a reminder.
He was also a super-soldier created through augmentation, now an ordinary employee at Donnie's Manor. Whenever the situation required, he and many others like him would become killing machines.
"It's fine, just have him come yell at me directly," Tony said with a wave of his hand.
The employee gave a wry smile but didn't dare say more. He glanced at the legendary Tony with reverence, then at Krypto with fear and apprehension.
This guy had once tried to tease Krypto, only to be chased and bitten horribly. For days, his clothes were in tatters.
Power, speed, combat—as strong as he was, he was completely dominated by this little white dog.
He felt helpless. As powerful as he was, within this vast manor, he had suddenly become the bottom of the food chain. With nothing else to do, he could only bully ants and cockroaches...
...
The Old Bartender was driving a flashy yellow sports car, speeding down the road. To be precise, he was sitting in the driver's seat, but the yellow sports car was moving on its own.
It was an extremely eye-catching sports car. Wherever it passed, it had a one-hundred-percent head-turn rate, drawing looks of admiration and envy from many people.
Its beautiful, artistic curves combined structural engineering and aesthetics to the extreme. Even a single glance was a spiritual pleasure.
Its swift yet agile and elegant drive indicated that the car had a powerful engine and transmission system.
On its hood, a gray human-face-like symbol was extremely conspicuous, making people speculate which company had developed this new car. Many wealthy individuals were even rubbing their hands together, eager to be the first to own the new sports car.
A young police officer furiously stopped the speeding yellow sports car and began writing a ticket on the spot.
"Show me your driver's license, you were speeding! You're endangering the lives and property of others... a Human Face Emblem, what company makes this sports car? Why isn't it on record? Are you driving a modified car on the road? That's a jailable offense!" the police officer shouted.
The guy in the driver's seat was old, with graying hair and a face full of wrinkles. He had a weathered look and an undisguised aura of decline, appearing utterly lifeless.
Hearing the officer's questioning, he looked up but said nothing. He simply tossed out an ID badge, stunning the officer, before driving off. From start to finish, he never once put his hands on the steering wheel.
"Why didn't you stop him?" another police officer ran over to ask.
"There was no way to stop him. That guy has High-Level credentials from both A.R.G.U.S. and S.H.I.E.L.D. Forget speeding, even if he openly blew up a street, we wouldn't have the authority to stop him," the young officer said with a bitter expression.
...
Amid the countless speculations and envious gazes, the sports car finally arrived at Stark Tower.
With a flamboyant expression, Tony habitually raised an eyebrow, giving off an arrogant and untamable vibe. After the yellow sports car came to a stop, he casually pulled open the door.
"Old man, you've got a sharp nose. I just said I was going to open a good bottle of wine, and here you are," Tony said with a chuckle, stroking the prickly beard on his chin.
"Hmph, I knew you were shamelessly hiding the good stuff." The Old Bartender got out of the car with some effort and patted the roof of the yellow sports car as if in praise. "It's not just me today; this old buddy is going to have a drink too—Bumblebee, you've definitely never had alcohol before. Come on, today I'll teach you how to drink, and more importantly, how to appreciate it!"
The yellow sports car suddenly began to transform, turning into a robot before the astonished eyes of countless people.
Its eyes moved constantly as a strange sound came from its mouth, like a person whose throat was blocked, only able to make simple, stammering noises.
"He was just born not long ago; he's still getting used to his Vocalizer," the Old Bartender explained before excitedly running into the building. He greeted Jarvis and skillfully entered the elevator.
Tony gave Bumblebee an interested glance but didn't pay it too much mind. He dealt with artificial intelligence often and just assumed this "Bumblebee" was the Old Bartender's AI. Since his own AI Butler was a world-class artificial intelligence, he naturally wasn't very interested in one that couldn't even speak properly.
He followed behind, watching the Old Bartender's back, and discreetly frowned. In his ear, Jarvis was reporting to him.
"His bodily functions are declining at an astonishing rate. It's clear he doesn't have much time left. Old injuries are also consuming what little energy he has."
Tony's brow furrowed tightly, but he quickly relaxed it, putting his smile back on as he hurried to catch up. He was aware of the Old Bartender's condition, and he was also aware of the Old Bartender's choice. There was nothing he could do to interfere.
Allowing him to make his own choice was the greatest respect one could show an old warrior.
Behind them, Bumblebee gestured between the height of the entrance and his own height. He scratched his head in a very human-like way, seeming to have a bit of a headache. After mumbling to himself for a moment, he transformed into a sports car and drove into the building.
(end of chapter)
