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Chapter 19 Traveling Through 2008
🕑 Added 2025-08-27 11:22:11 +0000 UTCIn quantum space, time and space had no meaning. Endless energy fields formed a magnificent, colorful microcosm. In this silent microcosm, Allens appeared for a moment and then vanished.
2008, Afghanistan, Kunar Province—a vast stretch of desert. Several armored vehicles rolled across the sand, and inside one of them sat a man in a suit and leather shoes, his well-groomed mustache accentuating a handsome face.
His rebellious, unrestrained eyes and confident smile marked him as a playboy: Tony Stark, chairman of Stark Industries, the world’s richest genius and infamous playboy.
He was in Kunar Province to test the Jericho missile, having signed a weapons contract with the military. Despite the harsh desert sun and wind, he remained calm, joking with the soldiers.
“Hey, why are you staring at me like that? Any special fetishes? Well, I admit, I do look good. I’ve got a certain masculine charm… but my partner is a stunning woman with curves to die for—got it?”
The soldiers looked at him with awe and curiosity. Some even stared in admiration.
“Mr. Stark, can we take a photo with you?” a soldier asked, clutching his camera with excitement.
“I only take photos with beautiful women… just kidding. Make sure I look good,” Tony replied, grinning, then patted the soldier’s shoulder and removed his sunglasses.
Meanwhile, above the desert, a figure appeared quietly, initially the size of an ant, then expanding to a normal adult human size.
“Huh, quantum space is terrifying,” Allens muttered. His helmet retracted automatically into the Quantum Suit. Though magnificent and colorful, the space was also extremely dangerous. Without the suit, he might have been lost in this infinite chaos.
“Is this really 2008? Kunar Province, Afghanistan?” he muttered, noticing the speeding armored vehicles below. A smile formed on his face.
“Hey, did anyone see a guy in white sci-fi armor just now?” one soldier asked, slightly shaken after taking a photo.
After the others shook their heads, Tony assumed he had imagined it due to exhaustion.
Boom!
A howitzer blast sent the armored vehicles flying. Terrorists surrounded them, pouring heavy fire into the convoy. Within a minute, the vehicles were shredded. These attackers were well-prepared.
“F**k, what’s happening?” Tony Stark yelled. Living in New York, he was unprepared for such an ambush. The soldier who had just taken a photo was riddled with bullets, spraying blood across Tony’s face.
Tony’s ears rang from nearby explosions. Realizing staying in the vehicle was certain death, he opened the door and ran into the chaos.
Boom! Peng! Bang!
Grenades exploded, mud splashed, and bullets zipped past him. The desert felt like a full-scale battlefield.
Didi… didi…
Tony ducked behind a rock and noticed a grenade flashing a deadly red light with the Stark Industries logo.
Boom!
The explosion threw him to the ground. Shrapnel tore into his chest, though he survived.
“All right, the plot begins,” Allens thought. As Tony lost consciousness, he saw a phantom in white sci-fi armor approaching, a faint voice in his ear, and then darkness claimed him.
Whoosh… whoosh… whoosh!
Stray bullets whizzed past, stopped mid-air by Allens’ psychokinesis.
“Tony Stark can’t die now,” Allens murmured. He rotated his hand, sending the bullets back toward the battlefield.
Chi… chi… chi…
Bullets pierced terrorists and U.S. military personnel alike. Allens advanced, walking through chaos.
“Illusion.”
With a wave of his hand, the battlefield transformed. A pitch-black wormhole opened in the sky, and terrifying Leviathans dove from it.
“What the hell is that?!” soldiers and terrorists alike froze, then raised their weapons skyward.
Da da da!
Gunfire erupted again, some Leviathans were destroyed, but a few still dived toward the ground.
“People always believe what they see,” Allens mused, watching panic spread across their faces. He stepped to the center of the battlefield, psychokinesis pulling guns from their hands.
Initially, he could only move objects under 15 tons. Now, his power reached 45 tons—a near-limit state.
But even this had a drawback: psychokinetically controlled objects still generated potential energy. Vibranium shields could absorb it.
“All right, surrender and take me to your boss,” Allens commanded. Psychokinesis knocked out U.S. soldiers, while his persuasion ability subdued the terrorists.
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