Fortunately, Tony "Shithead" Stark had always been busy fooling around outside, and had never laid a hand on Pepper, the flower growing by his doorstep.
Could this be one of the perks of transmigration?
A starting gift—Pepper, just for me?
Thinking of that beautiful face and well-proportioned figure, Aetheris could feel a primal force inside him about to erupt.
So, he made a decision that would disgrace his ancestors—
To take a commercial flight, something he had never done before!
Just to experience what life was like.
This was Tony "Shithead" Stark's first time!
And likewise, it was Aetheris's first time too!
Before transmigrating, Aetheris had been just an average poor guy—he'd never even been on a plane.
Hearing voices behind him, Aetheris didn't react.
If it had been Tony Stark himself, he probably would've asked the chief flight attendant to throw those people off the plane.
But Aetheris, being a model citizen of the Great Han Nation, naturally wouldn't do something like that.
Even though he now had Tony's body, his heart hadn't yet adapted to the role of a billionaire playboy.
Of course, that was just a matter of time.
Once you have money, people will naturally line up to let you experience all the pleasures this world has to offer.
"Please hold on a moment, Mr. Osborn."
A beautiful flight attendant walked over, dropped to one knee, and softly asked,
"Respected Mr. Osborn, what service may I offer you?"
"Osborn?" Aetheris couldn't help but turn his head at the sound of that familiar name.
"Damn it—pointy chin, monkey-like face, totally looks like a broke bastard. That's definitely the main villain from the Spider-Man movies—Green Goblin, Osborn!"
Norman Osborn, also known as the Green Goblin, is a supervillain from Marvel Comics, Spider-Man's archenemy. He's the chairman of Oscorp and the father of Harry Osborn, Peter Parker's friend.
After using a human enhancement serum developed by his own company, he gained abilities far beyond those of ordinary people.
However, due to the drug's side effects, a destructive and terrifying split personality was born in his mind. Under its influence, Osborn used his immense wealth to create all sorts of advanced tech, transforming himself into the Green Goblin, and repeatedly clashing with Spider-Man and the Avengers.
Recalling everything the Green Goblin had done, Aetheris couldn't help but think the man was an absolute lunatic.
He even remembered how the Green Goblin had developed an obsessive desire for Gwen, the girlfriend his own son—the junior Green Goblin—was pursuing. That kind of depraved behavior made him seem like a modern-day American Emperor Xuanzong of Tang. Aetheris felt that someone like that was a disgrace to even be alive in this world.
But if he wanted to deal with the Green Goblin, it couldn't be done with brute force. He had to sneak into the village quietly.
After all, Oscorp's power was on par with his own. If he rashly killed Norman Osborn, it would undoubtedly cause a huge uproar.
His son, the junior Green Goblin, would surely seek revenge, and once Spider-Man and the Avengers found out, they'd label him as a villain and come after him. He probably wouldn't last more than three rounds against them.
The Marvel world had many protagonists—he was just one of them. And at present, his power was still far too weak. He had to develop his tech as quickly as possible.
Why not mutate instead?
What a joke. Rich people rely on technology. Only the poor go through mutation. Say I mutated? The hell are you insulting?
Aetheris perked up his ears to listen to the conversation between the flight attendant and Osborn behind him.
"Mr. Osborn, what service may I offer you?"
"I'd like to ask, how much is your salary?" Norman Osborn didn't answer the question but posed one of his own instead.
The Arab-looking flight attendant had caught his eye the moment she walked in.
Such a beautiful girl—even Osborn hadn't seen many like her.
Lust ignited instantly. He started trying to get close, hoping there might be a chance for some zero-distance contact.
"Eight thousand dollars a month," the flight attendant replied.
"Oh? Eight thousand? I'll give you ten grand. How about joining me for dinner tonight?" Norman Osborn said, his eyes wandering shamelessly.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Osborn. I must decline," the Arab flight attendant responded firmly, directly rejecting his offer.
"Hmph. Just a lowly flight attendant. Don't think I don't have a thousand ways to make you lose your job. When that time comes, forget ten grand—even for a thousand, you'll be crawling to my bed," Osborn whispered threateningly.
The flight attendant was clearly aware of Osborn's power. As a financial tycoon in the U.S., if he wanted to make trouble for a mere flight attendant like her, she'd have no way to resist.
She thought of her sick younger brother, her alcoholic father, and her kind, hardworking mother whose body was breaking down from overwork.
The weight of the entire family was pressing down on her slender shoulders.
Tears, silent and glistening like black gems, began to well in her eyes.
"This business card is for you. Call me after the flight—I'll give you the address," Osborn said with a smug smile.
This tactic had never failed him. Being rich really did make anything possible.
Ding! Detected Green Goblin's disgusting behavior. Host, please make a choice!
Please choose:
1. Ignore and stay silent. Reward: Enter the Final Destination world. Note: You must survive there for one year.
2. Confront Osborn and angrily denounce his disgusting abuse of money. Reward: Golden Bell Shield technique, mastered.
3. Let Ethan step in and stop Osborn's behavior. Reward: $100,000.
Huh?
System, what's that supposed to mean?
Are you insulting my integrity?
When did I ever say I wouldn't step in?
System, not only are you insulting my character, you're also insulting my intelligence!
I, a proud proletarian warrior, would never act just for a reward to save someone in need!
Let me be clear: I don't save people for rewards.
Just as the flight attendant was about to take the business card in humiliation—
Suddenly!
A large hand, wearing an advanced piece of high-tech gear, reached out before her and snatched the card away.
The flight attendant looked up in surprise.
And what she saw was the strikingly arrogant, yet undeniably charismatic face of Tony "Shithead" Stark—the very image of a mature playboy.
"I say, Osborn, you really have no shame. That girl is young enough to call you 'Dad,' and you actually want to sleep with her?"
"Where did this stray mutt come from, daring to meddle in my business?" the Green Goblin snarled.
"I once heard a proverb from the Great Han: 'If the road is unjust, draw your sword to help. If the road is bumpy, someone will level it. If the matter is wrong, someone will step in.' Today, this matter—I, Tony Shithead Stark, am stepping in!"
Aetheris hurled the business card in his hand straight into the Green Goblin's face.
"You—! So it's Mr. Stark." Osborn's rage froze as he watched Aetheris remove his sunglasses.
Although Oscorp was powerful, compared to Stark Industries, it was like a child's toy beside a war machine.
(End of Chapter)
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