An island of roughly fifty thousand square kilometers, stretching across the Atlantic Ocean.
Its shape resembled a trapezoid, with terrain gradually rising from south to north.
At this moment, several buildings in the central region towered upward, generators roaring day and night, their engines echoing across the island.
Vibrant lights and colors flickered everywhere.
In the reserved camp zones, endless rows of makeshift tents housed countless ragged mutants—those unqualified to reside in the city center.
Even in a mutant-run democratic nation, class and wealth differences existed!
Anywhere, brute force often gained the upper hand.
Next, wealth elevated social standing.
Beauty, intelligence, eloquence…
Special skills.
Rare talents could earn recognition from the mutant brotherhood, reversing social hierarchy, granting elite status!
Those fortunate enough could obtain temporary residency permits for the Cruise City.
Cruise City.
As the name suggests, Magneto had used his powers to move a luxurious ocean liner, tens of thousands of tons, directly to the island of Genosha.
A magnificent vessel now perched amidst the mountains.
Pools, suites, baths, restaurants, theaters… all entertainment facilities were fully equipped.
It was designed exclusively for elite mutants.
Anyone allowed aboard was among the best, trusted by Magneto.
As the backbone of the first autonomous mutant nation, they were responsible for overseeing multiple domains, ensuring stability in every sector.
Of course, financial deficits remained a constant headache.
Building a country from scratch was far from easy.
"Hopefully the intruders will eliminate all the troublemakers."
"…the useless deadweight!"
"Look."
"They've fallen!"
"Who exactly are they?!"
"Are those the X-Men?"
On the broad deck of Cruise City, countless mutants in stylish suits and vivid attire raised their glasses, gazing into the distance.
Using their abilities, they scouted the coastline.
Or monitored real-time projections from drones, smiles creeping across their faces.
To the elite mutants present…
Those "trash" were not their compatriots.
Genosha itself was a chaotic mix, harboring genetically mutated monsters and unknown peculiar beings.
Using outsiders to deal with the island's problems was a win-win strategy.
Why not?
"Talos."
"Seems like trouble is brewing."
"Cruise City might be in danger too!"
A blonde woman whispered.
Her fair skin was dotted with freckles across the nose, wearing a sleek women's suit exuding professionalism and intellect. Her smile revealed two dimples.
Yet this appearance was a disguise.
She and her partner, Talos, had assumed the identities of others to gain access to Cruise City.
"No matter."
"Magneto is no mere mascot."
"He's an Omega-level powerhouse."
"Moreover, we're not the only faction infiltrating Genosha. An ancient Eastern nation has also sent spies."
A slender young Asian man held an orange cat, gently running his fingers along its fur.
Momentarily distracted, the cat mewed its disapproval, startling him. "Gugu, don't be mad."
"Meow~"
Gugu forgave him.
"3Q!"
The young man exhaled in relief.
For although Gugu appeared as an ordinary orange cat…
It was, in fact, an extremely dangerous alien lifeform: a Voracious Beast.
It could sprout tentacle-like claws to attack targets, with a stomach connected to a pocket universe—capable of devouring anything without growing fat.
Highly intelligent. Loyal to its master. Fearsome to all.
Even the mightiest warriors of the Kree Empire dared not provoke it.
"…Eastern nation?"
"You humans also refer to China that way?"
A beautiful woman with an Asian appearance extended her long, slender legs, smiling gracefully.
Talos was momentarily speechless.
Indeed, Skrull abilities resembled cheap copies.
They could perfectly replicate a target's appearance, and even copy genes and memories.
Some possessed powers even more terrifying—abilities could be duplicated!
Hence, the nickname: "cheap alien."
"Why did she discover our true identities?"
The blonde woman looked puzzled.
Normally, Skrulls' transformations, like Mystique, were undetectable until death revealed their true form.
Of course, copying someone who died would reveal the imposter.
"You cannot escape my Fiery Eyes."
A bald young man with a "squirrel tail" hairstyle pointed at his eyes, voice calm but proud.
"Fiery Eyes?"
"The Monkey King's exclusive ability?"
Talos and his wife exchanged glances.
They were amazed that he knew about characters from Eastern mythology.
"Exactly."
"After meeting the Buddha of War in Hell, I repented and decided to reform."
"The Monkey King bestowed this power and title upon me."
"I am of the Manchu Lin dynasty."
The young man introduced himself.
The Monkey King—a legendary name across China!
Of course, Marvel's version was far from the true Great Sage Equal of Heaven.
"Alright."
"Monkey King."
"Tell them the true identity of our incoming enemy."
The elegant woman interjected.
"True identity?"
Talos felt uneasy.
For an Eastern organization to reveal classified info voluntarily suggested only two possibilities:
A trap.
Cooperation was necessary.
Which was it?
"This special guest is the very being whom all of China fears,"
"Twice the overlord of the Eastern world…"
The Monkey King narrated.
"Holy Lord?!"
Talos and his wife instantly widened their eyes, shouting in unison.
Holy Lord!
A name Tony Stark couldn't forget.
Talos, impersonating Nick Fury, had dealt with Tony multiple times.
He knew Stark's obsession—an armor capable of defeating the Holy Lord, perfectly merging magic and tech, to conquer the overlord!
Even creating an unprecedented army of Iron to defend Earth and repel alien invasions.
Tony Stark had remained mostly rational…
Until the death of the Dragon Slayer Lope.
Archaeologists like Jackie and Tru recounted the Holy Lord's ferocity:
Flaming Ghost Riders…
Black-hearted Hell invasions…
The demise of Master Cassilius…
All triggered Stark's acute anxiety!
When panic struck, he suffered extreme fear, restlessness, shortness of breath, and a weightless, soul-crushing sensation—nearly a near-death experience.
No medicine could cure it; only progression could be controlled.
"Even a senior sorcerer like Tony Stark isn't immune to psychological disorders?"
The Monkey King was curious.
Senior Sorcerer—the fourth of five magical ranks: Apprentice, Trainee, Senior, Master, Supreme.
Stark had now reached Senior, mastering multiple spells and enchantments, especially in the field of enchantments.
Thanks to the Dragon Slayer's guidance, and Stark's extraordinary intellect—the finest in the Marvel world—he had an unprecedented advantage.
"I care little for my body. The priority…"
"…is dealing with this ancient, aggressive demon."
The elegant woman pointed to the distance.
Boom!
The ground cracked. Dark green curved spikes moved at high speed, crushing everything in their path—even granite couldn't stop them!
Earth Giant!
Claiming territory, defining underground palace boundaries.
Once satisfied, it would unleash formidable earth magic, leveling surface buildings to construct its fortress!
Even veteran mutant villains couldn't withstand it—falling into deep valleys, buried alive by mud and rocks.
"This is the Earth Demon, Earth Giant," the woman explained.
"Earth Demon?"
Talos' mind raced.
A shocking realization dawned.
Crack! Crack!
Before he could react, thunder roared, and the sky darkened.
Silver serpents of lightning slithered.
From the clouds, it seemed a god was roaring.
Forked bolts lit the sky; a foreboding aura spread.
Mutant elites on deck jumped, smashing expensive goblets in fright.
Even the finest aged wine stained their custom gowns…
Eyes locked on the massive golden-armored figure:
Pale blue skin, fierce hippo-like face, clawed hands like hooks, capable of tearing through anything.
Roman-style golden armor, hollowed and carved, glowing faintly, seemingly storing electrical energy.
"Thunder Demon."
"Zhong Su."
The woman's expression turned serious, dropping a bombshell.
"This is the Holy Lord's demon brother."
"The three-headed demon has broken out."
Monkey King added.
Three-headed?
"Zhong Su, Earth Giant…"
Talos counted on his fingers.
"Where's the third?"
His wife held her head.
"Do you know how the Demon Emperor got his title?"
The woman's expression was grave.
"Ha."
"Just trying to lighten the mood."
Talos smiled awkwardly.
Yet terror consumed him.
A three-headed demon?!
They must alert Tony Stark!
The only one capable of defeating the Holy Lord's demon: Lope's heir!
Beep. Beep.
A message arrived at Stark Industries, across the ocean.
The high-rise office, filled with futuristic equipment, artifacts, and Chitauri weapon parts.
Familiar suits of armor—Mark I, II, IV, VI, VII—stood silently in glass cases.
Iconic, yet outdated.
Unable to reassure Stark.
"I'll retreat behind the scenes, using the ultimate AI to control everything remotely!"
Tony, messy and disheveled, removed his chest arc reactor fragments.
Recalling the Red Queen AI…
A wild idea struck him:
Simulate his own brainwaves to create an ultimate AI surpassing Red Queen.
Control all armors simultaneously.
"The only one capable of defeating Red Queen… is me!"
Tony's excitement was palpable.
This was true cutting-edge tech.
Even Stark Industries marveled at it.
"Tony, are you sure?"
Banner warned. "Your current mental state might affect brainwave mapping. Better recover first."
Brainwaves—neural signals reflecting overall brain activity, categorized by emotion or function.
Stark advanced the tech, creating a device that read his brainwaves and generated a self-learning AI, similar to the X-Mansion's brainwave enhancement chamber.
"I call it… Ultron!"
Stark exclaimed.
Banner was speechless.
Ultimate AI. Ultron.
Tony could now retire from front-line work, maintaining peace in New York—and the world—through Ultron.
Buzz!
Tony put on the brainwave device, electricity and noise buzzing.
Brainwave curves formed rapidly.
A holographic projection assembled a virtual brain: the core logic of ultimate AI Ultron.
Self-learning intelligence achieved.
"Look, Banner! I did it!"
"More complex than J.A.R.V.I.S.!"
He summoned J.A.R.V.I.S.'s data projection, mesmerized by his creation.
Then, a private number pinged.
The caller ID: Director Fury.
Marked urgent!
Tony removed the device, opened the message, and his pupils shrank to pinpoints.
As if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him—instant clarity..
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