"You got the camera ready?" Lynn said as she glanced at me.


"For the sixth time, yes. Good grief, don't be paranoid. We're just asking for an interview." I rolled my eyes at her.


We're on the lobby of the hotel right now. Lynn woke me up early, we went for some breakfast, and back to the room again to get the necessary equipment/camera. According to Lynn, Stark, the Iron Man, will drop by here to watch the Grand Prix or support his company's race car. It is the only chance to ask for an interview.


A little while later, a Rolls Royce car stopped in front of the hotel.


The first who came out is a middle-aged man of average height. He's an American, has Caucasian skin, and brown eyes. He has black hair, which is kept in a rough-edged manner. The man has a mustache that runs all the way down to his cheeks, then straight to his chin making an enclosed form, with a small goatee as well on his upper chin. He wore a neat grey tuxedo while waving at the bystanders near the hotel.


He is Tony Stark, owner of the Stark Industries. The Billionaire in a Flying Metal Suit. Iron Man, as the public calls it.


Stark was followed by a beautifully dressed woman with a knee-length skirt and high heels, and another bodyguard-looking man in a black tuxedo. The bodyguard held a futuristic red suitcase as he followed the two inside the hotel.


After Stark and the woman entered the hotel, they were immediately greeted with courteous smiles by the staffs. Then, a redhead woman dressed in an alluring red outfit greeted them. Her name is Natalie Rushman. Why did I know? Let's turn back a few minutes ago.




"Natalie! Thank god, I finally found you." Lynn grabbed the woman named Natalie as she sighed in relief.


"Lynn. What are you doing here? Aren't you in New York?" Natalie blinked, surprised.


"Ugh. It's for work. For work." Lynn winced as she pathetically rubbed her temples. "About the thing I asked... Is it possible?"


Natalie is the current assistant of Stark, or so I head from Lynn.


Natalie adapted a thinking expression, before nodding. "I guess taking a picture is fine. But I'm not sure if he'll agree to the interview. I can't promise anything."


"That's plenty enough! Thank you!"




Back to the topic:


Natalie greeted the two as she gestured to them.


"Uhm. We have one photographer from the ACM, if you don't mind. Okay?"


Of course, the photographer from ACM she was talking about was me. It was a cover, although I don't know why Lynn even bothered.


"Um-mhm" Stark hummed in agreement, smiling widely as he turned to face me.


"When did this happen?" The woman beside him softly said.
"What? You made me do it."
"I made you do what?"
"You quit. Smile. Look, right there. Stop acting constipated. Don't flare your nostrils."


They whispered to each other. I don't know what they're talking about though so I just minded my own business and took the pictures. Then they walked further inside.




As I watched his leaving back, I used [Parallel Thoughts].


This man, Tony Stark, is one of the superheroes who goes around the city saving people. In my knowledge, he created a full-body metal suit, not unlike that of Gundam, only human-sized. He shocked the world as he revealed his identity as the Iron Man on a news conference several months ago. A natural genius.


But now, he was no more than a dying man.


I don't know what the heck happened, but I can see quite a lot of death elements surrounding him. Like I said before, I don't care about the death of normal humans. Yes, that only applies to normal humans.


If you can call a man who successfully built a futuristic suit that can compete with magical equipment without the help of magic 'normal', then what would you call the humans that did nothing to contribute in society? (said the guy who, last week ago, was just a NEET that did nothing to contribute in society)


Moreover, he's not only raising charities to help the children in Africa, he's also trying to make the world peaceful by purging those terrorists. And by doing so, not only am I free of trouble; I'm also free of trouble! (Important things should be repeated twice.)


But when all was said and done, at the end of the day, I can't claim myself to be a good man. As a Demon Lord in my past life, I never knew the word 'help'. Even now, I knew that the world is full of hidden dangers and impending chaos yet I did nothing to stop any of those, resulting in deaths of countless people.


That's why, I won't meddle in Stark's affairs, but I will keep a watch on him. That's the least that I could do. For this man, who defied the limitations of mankind using pure technology...


Deactivating the magic [Parallel Thoughts], I then casted another magic. A small magic circle the size of a coin appeared inside Stark's body; precisely, his heart. The magic circle embedded itself there, unnoticed by even Stark himself.

A note from PG87 Mertens

The ACM photographer is a legit scene in the Iron Man 2, and naturally, Natalie Rushman is Black W's another alias.

About the author

PG87 Mertens

  • Land of Ooo, Grasslands, Tree Fort

Bio: A young human boy aspiring to be a writer.

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