Kapitel 3: Isekai

Moments later they took me walking and removed the sack on my face as the now fresh

sunlight hit me blinding me for a second.

Holding the car battery on my left hand and looking around the now visible place I was held hostage, it seemed like a valley in the middle of nowhere judging by the mountains that were surrounding me left and right.

Without hesitation I was shoved by one of their armed men behind me to keep walking and led me along the road in the valley just to show me

their collections of not legal military grade weapons.

And soon we came to a halt, looking around closely I saw the name stark written on weapons.

'That explains a lot, considering they mistake me for this Tony Stark, they are probably.

think I am the creator of these weapons; well, they aren't totally wrong'.

''He wants to know what you think?'' the translator said after translating the

leader of these shooters' words.

''I think that's a lot of weapons for fireworks don't you think so too?''

''He says he have all the materials needed to make the Jericho missile; you

should name them'' The friendly translator said.

''He said you should start working at once and when you're done, he will set you free'' he

translated again.

''yes, I highly doubt that'' I said while going for a handshake which the leader asked for.

with a smile.

Before going back into my cave again, I take one bleak look at the surrounding again.

…

Back inside the cave sat me and my now very good translating room mate as he now addresses me as Stark and started lecturing me on and on about how my life's work causes damage to people, and how here is so hidden it won't be easy to be spotted through a satellite or from a helicopter.

Slowly his voice started increasing in my head while I was busy thinking about the

situation I was in currently.

'What is it called again? Iseki think, I have been isekaid after my death into a middle-aged man, who is bound to die either by shrapnel piercing into his heart in a week or by kidnappers threatening to kill me if don't make military grade weapons for them'.

''Is this how the great Tony Stark is going to go out of history!!?'' the man yelled again into my ears as I snapped back and spoke.

''I am not! Tony! Stark!!''

''Huh? What do you mean by you are not Tony Stark? Its you in the flesh, who would believe.

such a silly lie''.

''Look I don't know how I got this body, but I am not this Tony Stark you talk of, and before anything else happens I need you to know that

and back me up in this''.

The man stood up and stepped back while holding his head still doubting me and I continued.

''Look I don't know how to make you believe me, but I am not who you think I am, hell I am not even from this world as a whole and I don't know how I got here''