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Chapter 73 – Is This Even Humanly Possible?
🕑 Added 2025-05-15 17:07:44 +0000 UTC
“Oh my God—how is something like this even possible?!”
General Ross’s voice boomed with disbelief as he stared up at the colossal robot towering before him, his entire worldview shattering before his eyes.
“I told you, didn’t I, General Ross?”
Howard Stark leaned in and muttered beside him, unable to hide the smugness in his tone.
“Yes, Stark, you were right. But now what the hell do we do?”
General Ross spread his hands helplessly, his face full of frustration and alarm.
Against something this massive, his weapons were a complete joke. Totally useless.
He even suspected that even if he summoned an entire battalion, it still wouldn’t make a difference—unless they came loaded with heavy artillery.
“Relax, General. It’s not as bad as it looks.”
Howard Stark remained surprisingly calm, speaking with the confidence of someone who had an ace up his sleeve.
Ross blinked in surprise. Where the hell was Howard getting this confidence from?
But he didn’t have time to ask. Because at that moment, the giant robot before them suddenly spoke.
Its massive head turned, eyes locking onto Howard Stark. “You... You recognized me?”
“That’s right. I’ve seen your kind before. You’re not the first mechanical lifeform I’ve encountered.”
Howard quickly regained his composure. In fact, his face now glowed with excitement—an unmistakable spark of scientific fervor.
“What are you? Why are you here on Earth? Why did we find your kind near both me and General Ross? What’s your goal?”
Howard bombarded the Decepticon with questions, unable to suppress the burning curiosity in his mind.
“You lowly creature dare to speak to me in that tone?”
The Decepticon sneered. Its massive fist slammed the ground in fury—
BOOM!
The impact sent a tremor through the earth. Ross and Howard both felt it reverberate through their feet.
Cold sweat instantly broke out on their foreheads.
The sense of oppressive power that radiated from this metal titan—it wasn’t something that could be described. You had to be there to feel it.
Howard Stark’s sphincter clenched tight. His instincts screamed, and he dove behind a nearby car without thinking.
Ross and his bodyguard were no better. They ducked down next to a vehicle for cover, each drawing a pistol—but even gripping a firearm offered them no sense of safety.
Only Alex remained calm. Unmoving. Unshaken.
Compared to the others, who were panicked like rats scurrying through the streets, his composure made him stand out like a lighthouse in a storm.
The Decepticon’s gaze naturally shifted to him.
And then it remembered—
“It was you! You’re the one who truly recognized me!”
It now recalled how the other guy had only confirmed its identity after consulting this young man.
The real threat wasn’t the other human—it was him.
“Mr. Stark, General Ross. Step back.”
Alex didn’t even look at the Decepticon. He simply waved at the two men calmly.
“Stark, is he yours? What’s he doing?” Ross hissed, completely confused.
Was the kid trying to get himself killed?
“Don’t ask. Just trust him,” Howard replied firmly. “Let’s back off—now.”
Though Ross still didn’t understand why Stark placed such blind faith in this young man—or why the kid told them to get out of the way—he trusted Stark’s judgment and followed his lead.
They crouched and scurried away like street rats, taking cover at a safer distance.
Now finally catching his breath, Ross asked, “Stark, what the hell are we doing? And what the hell is he doing? Why did he want us to move away?”
Howard tilted his head, thought for a moment, then said in all seriousness, “Maybe... he just didn’t want us getting in the way.”
Ross: “...”
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
While Ross and Howard whispered behind cover, the ground trembled once more.
The Decepticon hadn’t been idle. In the brief time it took them to move, it had exchanged a few “friendly” words with Alex.
That quickly turned into provocation.
The Decepticon, furious, charged at Alex with thundering steps, raising a fist the size of a boulder—and brought it down in a savage punch.
Ross’s heart nearly stopped. That kid was finished! No way he’d survive that—it would crush him into a pulp!
CLANG!
But the next second, a metallic sound rang out. The Decepticon’s massive fist came to a dead halt in midair.
It couldn’t go any further.
Because another fist had blocked it.
Alex’s.
He had casually raised his right arm and caught the Decepticon’s attack head-on.
That small human fist, no more than a few inches wide, had stopped a blow from a mechanical behemoth.
It was like a mountain rising from the ground—unmovable. No matter how hard the Decepticon tried, it couldn’t budge him.
Gulp—
Ross swallowed hard, his face frozen in disbelief.
Is this even something a human can do?!
“Alex is just... too ridiculous...”
Even Howard Stark—who already knew the truth about Alex—was left stunned.
He’d known Alex was powerful. He knew he could kill a Decepticon. But seeing it done so effortlessly? That was something else entirely.
BOOM!
A loud crash snapped them back to reality.
Alex had pushed back—with force.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
The Decepticon reeled like it had been struck by lightning, stumbling backward over and over.
WHOOSH!
BANG!
Alex didn’t let up. Leaping into the air, he slammed his fist into the Decepticon’s chest.
The massive robot flew like a missile.
