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2.22% Marvel: I’m really not Superman / Chapter 2: Iron Monger!

บท 2: Iron Monger!

Landing from the air, Lynch felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction!

Just one punch!

Lynch vented all the pent-up negative emotions he had accumulated from his bizarre transmigration, acquiring a system, and barely surviving countless close calls!

At the same time, after that punch, he fully grasped the extent of his own power.

Even though he was only in the "infant stage" of a Superman, the strength was still immense!

Although apart from enhanced strength, speed, brain functions, and senses, he couldn't use Superman's signature abilities, Superman is still Superman!

Even in the infant stage, he's still a Superman!

Beating the Iron Monger with "infant-stage Superman" abilities was definitely a piece of cake!

At this moment, the fleeing bystanders all stopped in their tracks. With a spirit of thrill-seeking, they excitedly gathered around, many pulling out their phones to record this rare scene.

"Hey, buddy, smash that guy! We're rooting for you!" shouted a mature woman in professional attire, completely losing her composure.

With his enhanced hearing, Lynch smirked and coughed, managing to suppress a laugh while keeping a cool expression.

"Go for it! If you beat that big guy, I'll buy you a drink!" Another sultry female voice chimed in. Lynch resisted the urge to turn around, sneaking a glance out of the corner of his eye.

Hmm, quite... big. Women from across the ocean sure are big—of course, I'm talking about their courage.

"I love you, my boy!"

Lynch's face stiffened slightly.

It was a muscular Black man, brimming with a philosophical aura.

...

"Hey! Watch out!"

A familiar voice suddenly rang out nearby.

It was Iron Man, who, though shocked, had better composure than the average person.

He knew that even though that punch looked impressive, the Iron Monger was tough and massive; it wasn't going down that easily.

Right now, he had to be wary of the sneaky tricks Obadiah might pull that this young man wouldn't know about.

Just as he was about to approach to check, Jarvis began warning about an incoming missile, prompting him to shout out the alert.

Lynch was startled but didn't respond. Instead, he swiftly turned his head toward the Iron Monger.

The Iron Monger had been sent flying, crashing into a wall, making its figure hard to see.

At that moment, a missile with a trail of smoke flew out from behind the wall, rapidly closing in on Lynch.

What should he do?

Lynch's instinct was to dodge.

Dodging would be easy.

With his enhanced visual reflexes, the missile didn't seem all that fast. With his speed, evading it would be effortless.

But that thought only lasted for half a second before Lynch changed his mind.

First, if he dodged, the missile's trajectory would hit the bystanders.

Second…

Did he really need to dodge?

Dodging is a human instinct, but now…

This powerful new body clearly told him…

This thing can't hurt me!

So, why dodge?

Today, Lynch is done being human!

Lynch clenched his fist, and instead of retreating, he advanced, throwing a punch!

Boom!

Air waves rolled! Fire and smoke burst forth!

Seeing Lynch struck by the missile, the surrounding onlookers were in disbelief.

"No! What just happened?" someone clutched their head in pain, refusing to believe Lynch was hit.

"Was he protecting us?" someone asked emotionally, eyes reddening.

"He'll be okay!" another person stared fixedly at where Lynch stood, waiting for the smoke to clear.

Even though Lynch's earlier actions had defied common sense, the sight of flesh and blood facing an explosion…

All their accumulated knowledge told them this young man couldn't survive.

"Jarvis, what's the status?"

Tony asked calmly as he rushed toward Lynch.

Logic told him that a person taking a missile head-on couldn't have a good outcome.

This wasn't just his professional opinion as an arms dealer; it was based on firsthand experience with close-range explosions.

But he had a gut feeling: this guy should be fine!

"Sir…"

"Okay, no need to tell me. I can see for myself."

Tony's expression was no longer one of surprise.

"You okay?"

"Not bad! Tony Stark, we'll chat later! Let's take care of this guy first!"

Lynch, frowning, waved away the thick smoke, his mood souring again.

Damn it, this guy actually shot at me!

If it were a beautiful woman, I might let it slide, but you're a greasy old man with a beard!

Although Lynch was in pain from the blast, it didn't cause much damage.

But…

His body was fine, but his clothes and hair were wrecked!

Lynch now looked ragged, his hair frizzed out, and his exposed skin was charred black, like he had just come off a battlefield.

This wasn't much harm, but it sure was humiliating!

"Iron Monger, huh?"

Lynch clenched his fists in frustration, then sprinted forward, leaping into the air and landing before the towering machine like a demon.

Inside the Iron Monger, Obadiah's face was flushed, and the control system blared with errors.

He gritted his teeth in fury at Lynch's interference.

He thought victory was within his grasp today, but Lynch turned out to be an unexpected twist.

Now, that twist was turning into a major headache.

"Damn monkey, I'm going to kill you!"

He commanded the Iron Monger to stomp on the comparatively small and weak-looking Lynch.

But contrary to his expectations, the foot seemed to hit the hardest stone, unable to move an inch.

"Increase the power! Max it out!"

He yelled, but even as the Iron Monger strained, the foot remained stuck, and to his shock, it began to lift.

Lynch, unbothered, held up the massive foot, sticking his head out and coldly saying to Obadiah:

"So you're Iron Monger, huh?"

With a cold snort, Lynch gave a mighty push, flipping the Iron Monger onto its back.

With a light jump, he landed on top of it, raising his right foot and stomping down hard on the foot that had just tried to crush him.

The Iron Monger's heavy frame shuddered, emitting a screech of mechanical failure.

"You shot at me?"

Lynch delivered a punch to the shoulder, sending sparks flying and denting the metal.

"You tried to crush me?"

Another kick followed, rendering the right leg completely immobile.

"Monkey, huh?"

Lynch smashed a fist into its head, breaking off half the helmet.

"Kill me, huh?"

He stomped on the chest's large circular reactor, causing the entire Iron Monger to shudder.

"No!"

Obadiah, desperate, tried to grab Lynch with the machine's arms.

Lynch remained unfazed, grabbing the two mechanical arms.

"Got you! I'm going to tear you apart!"

Obadiah snarled, cranking the power to maximum, attempting to rip Lynch apart.

"No, I got you!"

Lynch smirked, exerting force and spinning the Iron Monger like a top before flinging it away.

Inside, Obadiah's face went ashen, and he felt dizzy.

Watching Lynch approach, an overwhelming fear gripped him.

This person…

He's a demon!

I can't defeat him!

Run!

I must survive!

One day, I'll come back and take my revenge on you all!

Glaring hatefully at Lynch, he activated the Iron Monger's flight mode.

The Iron Monger struggled to rise, its legs transforming as flames burst out, propelling it into the sky.

"He can't fly!"

Seeing Lynch not pursuing, Obadiah felt a rush of relief.

"You'll all pay someday…"

Lynch hesitated, considering whether to shoot down the Iron Monger as it ascended.

With the distance and speed involved, he could do it.

But…

If he kills him here, how will he escape afterward?

Linger too long, and as a traveler without an identity, he'd be in trouble once the police arrive…

Let him fly for now, then deal with him in a secluded place later.

With that in mind, Lynch turned toward the original protagonist of this event—Iron Man.

The supposed main hero had been on the sidelines the entire time. If someone didn't know better, they'd think he had bought a VIP spectator ticket!

"Hey, Tony, you enjoying the show?"

Lynch teased, walking over to Iron Man.

"Oh, sorry about that, I didn't have enough power left to engage."

Tony apologized, but inside, he was wondering: Where did this guy come from? How does he know my identity…

Government agent? But I've already confirmed he has no connections to the government. They don't even have any information on him.

What's your agenda? What if you take down Obadiah and then turn on me? I need to save some power to escape!

Lynch glanced at the dashing Iron Man. The current Mark III suit was relatively primitive, but it still had that Iron Man vibe.

"Alright, but now you better pull your weight, or you'll be in trouble if he gets away."

Lynch pointed at the Iron Monger in mid-air.

"Take me to chase it."

"Okay, hold on tight to my shoulder," Tony hesitated for a moment but didn't refuse.

After all, Obadiah truly wanted to eliminate Tony, and letting him escape would be too risky.

Lynch nodded, stepped forward, and grabbed onto the shoulder of the Mark III armor.

With flames shooting out from its hands and feet, the Mark III quickly soared into the sky, carrying Lynch. Under the astonished gazes of onlookers, they chased after Iron Monger.

 


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บท 3: Not Superman!

High above the city, two figures darted through the sky, one chasing the other as they headed toward the ocean.

"Tony, you're a bit slow. Are you already at full speed?" Lynch estimated the speed in his mind and frowned.

In truth, he hadn't even needed to fully engage his enhanced super brain...

The Iron Monger ahead was already battered and barely holding together. It was wobbling through the air, struggling to stay aloft. At this speed, it might not even outrun a bus!

Meanwhile, Tony's Mark III was in much better condition, even while carrying an extra person... Yet, despite its speed, they still hadn't caught up after several minutes?

Tony, are you slacking? This is your boss fight! I've done so much damage already, and now you're stalling—what's your deal?

"Come on, the Mark III is damaged and carrying someone. This speed is pretty good under the circumstances!" Tony responded, exasperated.

Seriously? Damaged? You think I haven't seen Iron Man? Your suit can still function even when it's falling apart into pieces! And it's only slightly damaged now!

Something's off. Tony Stark, you're definitely up to something!

Lynch narrowed his eyes, mentally grumbling but didn't call Tony out. Instead, he asked, "How long until we catch up?"

"Five to ten minutes!" Tony glanced at a message in front of him and replied.

The message was from his military friend, Rhodey: Armed helicopters will arrive at the target location in five minutes.

Shortly after taking off, Tony realized things were getting out of control, so he secretly contacted Rhodey for firepower support.

Why call for backup?

Because of the fleeing Iron Monger?

Please, even if they just let it go, how much farther could it fly?

The real reason... was the guy riding on his suit!

Up until now, Tony couldn't figure out who this guy really was. He'd looked into it himself—no results. Even military searches turned up nothing.

So who is he? How does he know my identity? Why was he conveniently at the battle site?

What's his goal?

Logically, could he be a superpowered kidnapper? After all, the whole world knows I'm rich. Or maybe he's after my Mark III? Or the arc reactor? It's a small thing, but it might be the key to the new energy era.

Whatever the case, it's too much of a coincidence that he's just passing by!

Sure, we're on the same side for now, with a common enemy…

But what about afterward?

When Obadiah's finished, will he smash my suit and take me away with it?

Better stay cautious—I've already survived life-threatening chases and almost got killed by Obadiah's betrayal!

Thinking all this, Tony felt a dull ache in his chest again.

This time, I won't be slacking off!

Whether this guy is good or bad, today I have to keep him in check!

"Okay, but hurry up. If it takes too long, I'm leaving," Lynch said calmly, eyes fixed on the wobbling figure ahead.

"Leaving? Kid, we're miles off the coast!"

"I'm not a kid. Call me Lynch. Swimming a few dozen kilometers... you don't think I can manage that?"

Tony was momentarily at a loss for words.

Considering what this guy's already done, swimming that distance probably wouldn't be a big deal for him.

Curiosity finally got the better of Tony, so he cautiously asked, "Lynch, who exactly are you?"

"Are you serious, Tony?" Lynch chuckled. "Is this really the time and place to ask that?"

"Fair point." Tony seemed to realize it was a bad time and fell silent.

Lynch stared intently at Iron Monger, almost as if he wanted to glare it to death.

In fact, he really did want to kill it—preferably with heat vision.

But obviously, that failed.

"That's strange…"

Lynch muttered to himself.

He suddenly remembered that in some old TV show or movie, young Superman could already use X-ray vision and heat vision.

Could it be a different version? Or is it because I've had these powers for too short a time? Or maybe I haven't soaked up enough sunlight yet?

Unable to figure it out, Lynch closed his eyes and accessed the system.

"Superman System

Current Template: Child Superman 100%, Teen Superman 0%

Template Exchange List: Teen Superman, Superman, Silver age Superman, Golden Superman, Superboy prime…

Justice Points: 139."

After a quick glance, Lynch thought to himself, "System, why can't this child Superman template use powers? I can't even use heat vision. Is this a defective version?"

"The Child Superman template is fully loaded. In theory, it possesses all of Superman's abilities, but at a weaker level. Abilities need to be developed through training. Keep it up, host."

"..."

Well, what can I say to that? The system is basically saying it's not the template, it's just me being bad!

Since he had some downtime, Lynch browsed the exchange prices for other Superman templates with growing frustration.

Teen Superman: 990,000 points; Superman: 99,999,999 points; Silver age Superman: 199,999,999 points…

He glanced at his own Justice Points and didn't dare look further.

Didn't want to break his spirit.

Justice Points: 139.

These were earned earlier while fighting Iron Monger.

"How do I earn Justice Points?" Lynch had a rough idea but wanted the system's official explanation.

"Justice Points are obtained through righteous actions, including but not limited to, fighting crime, helping others, and promoting justice…"

What?

A Justice Ambassador?

Lynch felt conflicted.

Sure, Superman looks cool when beating up villains, but it's frustrating to see him constantly outsmarted and betrayed by regular people.

A god among men, yet he's played like a fool!

What an insult.

If Lynch were still a regular person, maybe he'd be moved by Superman's big heart.

But now, with the Superman system and godlike powers in his grasp, how does he feel?

Weak. Naive. A pushover!

You have godlike power, yet you let ordinary people trick and humiliate you!

Lynch couldn't understand it.

Sure, he considered himself a good, honest, kind, and responsible person.

But he could never tolerate the kind of treatment Superman puts up with!

Fighting evil? Fine! Helping others? Fine! Even sacrificing yourself? Sure!

But being blamed and betrayed for your strength? Absolutely unacceptable!

That kind of superhero—whoever wants to be one, go ahead! Lynch won't be that kind of Superman!

He doesn't see himself as perfect and believes in paying evil back with evil.

If great power is a crime, then what's the point of having it? To protect those who fear it?

Power should be used to uphold your ideals and live the life you want, not as some ridiculous burden!

Lynch could never accept that kind of disgrace!

After reflecting, Lynch's thoughts became clear, and the worries he'd had since arriving in this world seemed to fade away.

Since I'm here, let's see how I can change this world!

One thing's for sure—I won't admit to being Superman!

Because I really don't want to be that kind of Superman!

 [AN - I hope he doesn't become Homelander]


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