Chapter 4: Divine Possession and Tightening

Rubbing his eyebrows, Zhao Yu lay quietly on the bed, pondering in his heart.

"There is only vague news about the Punisher and Daredevil in the news. These two are old gangsters, and compared to powerful heroes, their abilities are low, not even comparable to Spider-Man, and they are of little value. But since Daredevil has come forward, so his opponents Kingpin, Bullseye, and Japan's Hand should also be lurking in the dark..."

"And Spider-Man and Iron Man haven't appeared yet, but it's 2002 now, so it should be soon."

"It's better not to show up. It's convenient for me."

His thoughts passed over these current or future superheroes, and then thought of another side news: "Mutants are also interspersed... Think about it, although before time travel, due to copyright issues, mutants and superheroes were Separated, but actually still able to be together.”

"For me, mutants are very valuable... That kind of innate ability may be related to certain cultivation physiques and needs to be carefully observed. Moreover, these people also have their own luck, and they can use their hands and feet."

"But..." He sighed slightly: "The most important thing now is Tateyama Gate...money..."

He opened his eyes and his eyes fell on a newspaper - it was a man with a mustache and an arrogant look.

"It's you!"

...

As a super rich man and a super genius, Tony Stark's living environment is too advantageous. In the country of the United States, even though the world has changed, it is still the world of capital. Those who are rich and capable are naturally sought after. He has hot topics that will never be reported, he has money in his wallet that will never be used up, and there are always countless women flocking to him like moths to a flame.

He can be arrogant to anyone, look down on all bumpkins, be willful, and unreasonable, but few people can do anything to him.

For Tony Stark, apart from hanging out with women and attending various parties, his greatest pleasure is the laboratory. As for Stark Industries, with two dynasty veterans Obadiah Stane and assistant Pepper Potts here, he doesn't need to worry about anything.

He is only responsible for coming up with new products, and he can get enough warm eyes and praise.

He is a born protagonist, a character of Long Aotian level.

"Potts, what about the actual test results of the missile? What did the military say? They must be very satisfied, right?"

On the top floor of Stark Tower, Tony and Pepper walked out of the elevator, one behind the other. Tony asked casually, and Pepper followed him with a folder in her arms.

"Well, we all know that you, Tony Stark, are the world's greatest genius. What's the military dissatisfied with his masterpiece?" Pepper was already used to Tony's confidence, or arrogance.

"That's right!" Tony took this sentence as a compliment without hesitation.

"But I don't believe they won't come up with some incredible ideas. Maybe they are going to let me build a missile that can blow up Jupiter in one fell swoop, and then dominate the world."

Pepper shrugged.

The fully automatic metal door automatically clocked in when Tony approached. Tony took off his coat and walked in while saying: "Jarvis, let's continue the last experiment..."

"Sorry sir, I think you must meet a guest before you can continue the experiment."

"Okay," Tony slowly put down his coat and walked to the wine cabinet as if nothing had happened. "Pepper, please go out first. I may have a boxing match with a strange uninvited guest."

As he spoke, he took a bottle of high-end red wine worth tens of thousands of dollars from the wine cabinet, poured a glass, and gestured to a weird guy wearing a green robe sitting on the sofa not far away: "Hey, man , Do you want a drink? Although I don’t know how you got through the heavy security to get to me, but as the host, I must welcome you, of course, provided you can give me an explanation."

Pepper also saw the figure wearing a blue robe. This figure gives people a very strange feeling, as if it is there but not there at the same time, it seems far away but close at hand.

She looked at Tony, and from Tony's eyes, she got the message of 'stand still for now', and then she quietly withdrew.

Tony's expression remained unchanged. Although he felt a little uneasy, he relied on someone to rely on. He believed that no one in the world could do anything to him for no reason.

"Tony Stark?"

The figure wearing a green robe raised his head, revealing Zhao Yu's face.

"Yes, buddy, I am Tony Stark, the world's greatest genius and richest man. You are right." He swung the glass: "I just told you, do you want a drink?"

Zhao Yu waved his hand: "Your inferior drinks are of no benefit."

Tony's expression froze, and then he shouted: "What did you say? Bad wine? Are you despising me? Haha..." He laughed weirdly: "No one has ever despised me, except you."

Zhao Yu looked at him indifferently, with a flash of light in his eyes, which made Tony feel as if he had no clothes on. He shouted: "Hey, hey, man, don't look at me like this, okay? I'm not a gar, okay?" "

The light in Zhao Yu's eyes dissipated, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he replied: "Me neither."

"So, buddy." Tony sat on the sofa opposite Zhao Yu, with a coffee table between them: "Can you explain to me now?"

"Why not?" Zhao Yu smiled calmly: "I want a sum of money, and this money is best obtained from you. This is the reason why I came here today."

"Aha," Tony was stunned, and then a look of ridicule appeared on his face: "Yes, I am very rich, I am very rich, if I take out all the money in the bank, it will be another Stark Tower. . But man, I have never seen anyone like you. I want to ask, how thick is your face? It is really strange that there are people in this world who are thicker than me."

Zhao Yu did not feel dissatisfied. He flicked his loose sleeves and said to himself: "I say you are the most suitable for two reasons. First, you are very rich. But in fact, many rich people have the money I need. I can afford it. Secondly, I plan to accept you as my apprentice because you are very smart. This is the most important reason."

"Haha, are you giving alms?" Tony opened his arms and said in disbelief: "Apprentice? Student? Who am I? Tony Stark! Man, are you sure there is nothing wrong with your mind?"

"So, you refused?" Zhao Yu slowly stood up and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Of course. No one can expect to be nice to an uninvited guest." Tony relaxed his shoulders.

Zhao Yu looked at him with a hint of sadness in his expression: "I don't want to use force, but I can't waste it..." He slowly stretched out his hand, and a ray of fluorescence shone on his fingertips.

Tony fell backward suddenly, rolled over from the sofa, and hid behind the sofa.

Just as he was about to scream, a ray of fluorescent light flew out, ignoring any obstacles and any human reaction, and shot into Tony's forehead.

His expression froze, and then he yelled: "What did you do to me, bastard!"

Zhao Yu showed a smile: "This is a spell that can also be made into a magic weapon. It is called the Tightening Curse. This spell directly acts on your soul and imposes punishment on the soul by chanting the spell. There once was a man who was born to be lawless. A monkey, he went to heaven and stirred up the three realms. The golden immortal even gave way when he saw him, but he was finally tamed by the tight curse."

As he spoke, Zhao Yu looked at Tony with a smile: "I want to know what is the difference between the world's number one genius and that monkey."

"Monkey?! You compare me to a monkey?" Tony couldn't believe it: "I can't believe that someone in this world compares me, Tony Stark, to a monkey. How ridiculous this is!"

He took a deep breath, softened his tone, and said seriously: "Man, you are committing a crime, you know? If you don't want the police to come to your door, you should lift this...spell of yours for me?"

Although Tony is used to being arrogant and has never been threatened, he has deeply felt a kind of imprisonment from the depths of his soul. He is afraid!

Zhao Yu still smiled lightly, standing with his hands behind his back, his big sleeves hanging down, his clothes fluttering, and his fairy spirit.

"People are always self-centered. You say you are the world's number one genius, but in fact you are just an ant in front of that monkey. You don't know how strong his soul is, but why he is still tamed by the tight curse. Although I The spell I cast on you cannot be compared with the one cast by the Tathagata himself, but absolutely no one among the immortals can understand it. And I suspect that in this world, people with the power of immortals may not have that ability. .”

Zhao Yu said leisurely: "So, for you, this is unsolvable. Unless you are willing to lose your soul. Otherwise, even if you are reincarnated and reborn, this spell imprinted in your soul will always follow you, never leaving, never leaving." abandoned."

"I should let you experience the fun of this spell first." Zhao Yu said, smiled, the corners of his lips moved slightly, and some indescribable spells popped out from the gap between his lips, turning into an invisible force. It triggered the spell that was imprinted deep in Tony's soul.

"ah!"

Tony's expression tightened, and huge pain and depression erupted from the depths of his soul. He hugged his head, rolling on the ground and roaring!

"Sir, sir!"

Jarvis, the artificial intelligence, was fretting aside. It couldn't communicate with the outside world at all, and it couldn't even call the police. On the table next to it, there was a faintly glowing ball of light, imprisoned by twisted runes. When Tony entered here, Zhao Yu activated a chance to summon the Holy Card, appeared here, and imprisoned Jarvis, a false spirituality that was far inferior to even the weapon spirit.

Seeing the painful veins exposed, the world's number one genius who was almost in ecstasy, Zhao Yu said calmly: "The tightening curse has multiple effects, the first one is pain. This is the effect of a certain great master according to the eighteenth level of hell. The spell of creation. He can let you experience eighteen different kinds of pleasure, Tony, tell me, are you willing to experience it?"

"No! Ah..." He pinched his forehead with one hand, his eyes protruded, his gums bitten and bleed, the muscles on his face twitched unconsciously, and his whole body twitched. He stretched out his other hand with difficulty. One hand: "Stop, stop! I promised, I promised!"