Marvel: Rise of the Ultimate AI-Chapter 94: I Am the True Perfect Creature

Tony Stark. Genius. Billionaire. Playboy. Philanthropist.

From the moment he stood in front of a press conference and boldly declared, "I am Iron Man," his name became etched into history. The entire world knew who he was.

Since then, Stark had been fighting on the front lines, donning his iconic suit of iron, going toe-to-toe with terrorists and threats beyond imagination—and loving every minute of it.

After the Kree invasion, Stark repurposed his company's headquarters into the Avengers Tower. His name rang louder than ever. And his drive to confront extraordinary threats only intensified.

Now, inside the lab of Aldrich Killian, several thugs in black suits charged at him with shouts, pistols blazing. It was more for show than damage. In seconds, Stark casually repelled them with the repulsor blasts from his palm.

His armor's internal scanners lit up, sweeping across the room, identifying targets.

Aldrich Killian. Eric Savin. Marked.

But when the system scanned the man standing beside Killian, the HUD returned an error:

"Facial recognition mismatch."

Stark narrowed his eyes.

"Aldrich Killian," Stark began, his voice cold, "I thought you were just another egomaniac, but turns out you're an even bigger lunatic than I imagined."

"You strutted into my company, tried to pitch your brain-rotting virus to Pepper... I should've had security toss your creepy ass out."

Killian chuckled darkly. "Oh, Tony, you never deserved Pepper. You're arrogant, blind to everyone but yourself. You had a chance to be part of something great—but you spat on it."

"I'm not signing up to work with a madman," Stark said, leveling his repulsor directly at Killian. "You can explain the rest to the police."

Killian gave a signal with a wave of his hand. Instantly, Eric Savin lunged forward and grabbed Stark's wrist.

Stark's systems blared with warnings. His armor was heating up.

"What the hell...?" he muttered. The man's grip was like molten iron—literally. His hand radiated intense heat, causing Stark's suit to spark and flash red on the diagnostics screen.

Gene, the Hydra leader, observed the fight with cool interest. Since the Kree invasion, he hadn't seen Stark's latest suit in combat. This was a rare opportunity to gauge just how much the man of iron had grown.

But Tony Stark wasn't the kind of guy to get cooked in a metal can.

With a blast from the flight stabilizers in his arm, he rocketed upward, dragging Savin with him into the air—then suddenly reversed course, slamming Savin into the ground with full force.

Savin twisted midair, landing smoothly on his feet like a trained gymnast.

"You from the circus or something?" Stark shouted. "That balance is too good!"

He dove in again, launching another volley of attacks.

Killian stepped back, hands folded across his chest, and stood next to Gene.

"Hydra Leader," he said with smug pride, "observe closely. This is the true might of the Extremis Virus. Perhaps you'll reconsider your stance after watching some live results."

He watched with satisfaction as the clash unfolded.

Stark's palm cannon began charging with a high-pitched whine, but before he could fire, Savin landed a blazing-hot punch right onto the repulsor arm, throwing off its aim. The blast missed and obliterated a nearby testing bench instead.

Papers scattered into the air like snow.

Using the chaos to his advantage, Stark cranked his arc reactor to max output and blasted forward, closing the distance in an instant.

BOOM!

His steel-clad fist smashed directly into Savin's face.

Stark heard the crunch—definitely a broken nose.

A hit like that should've flattened any normal man. But Savin was far from normal.

He turned back with a sadistic grin, blood still dripping down his mangled face. A second later, glowing molten-red liquid—like lava—crawled across his wounds, sealing them shut.

"Sir," came J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice inside the helmet, "the target's surface temperature has exceeded 3000 degrees Celsius."

"Oh, great," Stark muttered. "Just what I needed—a walking volcano."

The two clashed again, exchanging blow after blow. Finally, Savin locked himself around Stark like an octopus, coiling his limbs tightly around the suit.

The heat was unbearable now. Stark could feel it radiating through the armor, searing toward his body.

"How does it feel, Mr. Stark?" Savin whispered near his ear. "Like a turtle in its shell... roasting alive, slowly, painfully?"

The scene was... uncomfortably intimate. Two grown men tangled in combat—face to face, chest to chest.

Killian looked away, a little embarrassed. "Battle requirements, Hydra leader. Nothing weird, just battle requirements."

Despite the sweat pouring down his brow, Stark's voice was still laced with sarcasm. "You really think this is how it ends? That you beat me?"

"J.A.R.V.I.S.—NOW!" he roared.

The arc reactor in his chest flared to life, glowing with blinding intensity. He concentrated everything into the core.

A searing beam of yellow-white energy exploded outward, piercing straight through Savin's chest—through the heart.

Savin's eyes widened in disbelief. His genetically enhanced body fought desperately to regenerate. The red virus surged to repair the gaping wound.

But it was useless.

Even the Extremis Virus couldn't save him once the heart was destroyed.

The fire faded from his eyes. The glow vanished. His body hardened like cooling stone before collapsing to the ground with a heavy thud.

Killian looked away in frustration, then turned to Gene, forcing a smile. "Well... That was a little humiliating, I admit. But you should know, Hydra Leader... he wasn't the final version."

He reached up, tearing open his shirt to reveal a glowing red tattoo—a dragon curling across his chest.

"I am the perfect creature."

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