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Chapter 1: Hulk and Abomination (Revised)
October 19, 2022 Author: Great Demon Spirit
(To readers: The first fifty chapters might not be very good, as I'm constantly adjusting my writing style (I confess). If you truly dislike the first fifty chapters, you can skim the plot and start reading from Chapter 60, which is set in Gotham City (●●))
Tony didn't have grand dreams. While others meticulously planned their great life aspirations, Tony simply wanted to be a truck driver, to one day own a truck of his own. After graduating from university, he joined a transport company, working tirelessly for two years. He finally saved up some money, took out a loan, and bought his own small truck. Tony named it Optimus Prime.
This was met with laughter from his colleagues.
“Oh, Tony's gone crazy, he's calling his new car Optimus Prime!”
“A mini-truck named Optimus Prime? So when you buy a big truck in a few years, should it be named Unicron?”
“From today onwards, my ride will be called Megatron.”
People laughed and chatted, offering their own opinions on Tony's actions.
Tony felt indignant and explained to his colleagues that while it was his first car, he would drive it for a long time. Even if he bought a new car in the future, he would still name it Optimus Prime. It was a sentiment that others wouldn't understand, only he would.
His colleagues remained unimpressed. Many asked him what kind of sentiment it was – a childhood Transformer sentiment? Tony never answered. When pressed, he would simply nod, then shake his head. Thus, his colleagues would still tease him occasionally, using it as fodder for their boredom.
At first, Tony would try his best to explain and argue, but he was always asked about his “sentiment.” After a while, he simply stopped explaining, knowing that his colleagues weren't malicious; they were just talking and laughing. Tony didn't retort; he just smiled and listened, and gradually his colleagues stopped bringing it up, diligently searching for new topics.
Another day began, and as usual, Tony would set aside time for maintenance and wiping, a routine he never missed. He stubbornly believed that an excellent driver should regard their car as a trusted companion, not just a common tool.
Opening the door, starting the ignition, Tony drove off with a truckload of fresh fruit. To keep the fruit fresh, and because the delivery mission was urgent, Tony drove faster than usual. By the time he sensed something was wrong, it was too late. A speeding luxury car veered wildly from the side, slamming head-on into Optimus Prime's driver's side door, utterly demolishing it.
In Tony's last glimpse, he saw a flushed face and bleary, drunken eyes that vanished in an instant.
This was a young person, definitely drunk. I won't have to pay for his luxury car, Tony thought.
His consciousness gradually blurred, everything before Tony's eyes became indistinct, and his ears rang. He could no longer hear the screams and roars of passersby.
The evening news reported, “At 3:07 PM today, a car accident occurred on Sunlight Avenue, resulting in one fatality. The perpetrator has been detained by the Police. Citizens of this city are advised to pay attention to traffic safety when traveling,” the anchor said.
…
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar environment, with unfamiliar faces and unfamiliar relatives. Tony stared wide-eyed, astonished by everything new.
This was a new world, with the legendary deeds of Captain America, and bustling metropolises like Gotham City and Metropolis. After the initial shock, Tony quickly calmed down. The most prominent aspect of his character was his adaptability; overthinking was useless.
In this life, his family was also in the transport business. The family lived frugally, saving a lot of money despite their tight finances. In a mega-city like New York, there were many opportunities to earn money if one was willing to work hard and endure hardships. They even took out a loan to buy a house in New York, not large, but enough to shelter them from the wind and rain, small yet cozy.
Months passed in a flash, and Tony grew up in this new city and family. Though not wealthy, it was warm enough to make him feel content, and he cherished it all the more.
“I need to find a way to earn more money and leave this place,” Tony mused. Although New York City was teeming with Superheroes and was a Military stronghold, Supervillains also flocked here like they were putting down roots. He might get unlucky and run into one someday, and then he'd be in big trouble.
Even against Supervillains with mere human combat capabilities, Tony would be utterly helpless, let alone those monsters who could shatter stars with a single punch.
“Gotham City, New York—I need to run as far away from these two places as possible… Metropolis is a good option, but who knows when Superman will appear.”
Clark, who had not yet taken on the mantle of Superman, was just a farmer. It was well-known that Clark had witnessed his adoptive father die before his eyes. To avoid revealing Clark’s Superpower, his adoptive father had used a gesture to refuse Clark’s rescue, calmly facing death in the storm.
Tony reckoned that if he could move to Metropolis in advance and find a way to get to know Clark before he donned his suit, it would undoubtedly be a reliable decision. After all, in the comics, Metropolis citizens had the highest sense of security.
For many days, Tony was planning his future, a future only for an ordinary citizen without Superpowers. He was trying to find an opportunity to talk to his parents, sell their house in New York, give up their work connections there, and start anew in Metropolis.
But this was destined to be very difficult.
Until the family of three once again loaded their goods and were about to depart for a delivery, Tony specifically came along to help.
“What are you doing here, you brat? Your old man's still strong!”
Tony laughed heartily, “I think you're not as good as me anymore, I’ve been exercising constantly!” He said, striking a bodybuilder’s pose, which drew a laughing scolding from his father and a chuckle from his mother.
But tragedy struck suddenly, without warning.
It was a sudden disaster, with countless people crying out and the roars of Monsters shattering all peace.
A sudden colossal figure appeared nearby, overturning the small truck that Tony and his parents relied on for their livelihood, like casually kicking over a toy blocking the way.
Everything grew dim, and the vibrant world instantly turned blood red.
His head hurt immensely…
Faintly, countless shrill screams and cries could be heard, along with what sounded like gunshots.
Tony vaguely felt someone slapping his face hard, shouting something into his ears. Tony painstakingly opened his eyes, this subtle movement seemed to drain all his strength.
“…Wake up, hey! If you lie here, you’ll die… Kid, if you don't want to die, get up now!”
Tony opened his eyes wide, gazing blankly at the stranger in front of him, then shifted his gaze to the familiar yet alien surroundings.
“I’m not dead yet…?” Tony murmured softly.
“If you don’t run now, you really will die! Those two Monsters won't spare you just because you’re injured! Get up, run!” the person roared, desperately shaking his head.
“Run!” Someone else ran past them, shouting, but after only a few steps, they were struck by a massive rock, their body shattering, killed instantly.
Tony’s face turned deathly pale, his mind buzzing incessantly. He couldn't imagine how stimulating this scene was for a city dweller living in a peaceful environment; after all, many people felt sick just watching a gore film, let alone seeing a whole person brutally crushed before their very eyes.
The occasional monstrous roars stimulated Tony's nerves, warning him that this was an utterly dangerous zone. People ran frantically everywhere, the ground littered with fragments of various buildings, signboards, and more. Many vehicles were crashed together, and others were overturned, clearly impossible to untangle anytime soon, presenting a true Doomsday Scenario.
The person managed to grab Tony and pull him out.
“What exactly is going on?” Tony asked. He wanted to turn his head to see how his parents were, but he couldn't; he was also injured, his face covered in blood.
His heart was filled with dread, feeling that something important had left him forever.
“Two Monsters are fighting,” the person said. “Monsters that came from who knows where. Many people have died.”
Tony felt he was going mad; everyone was going mad.
With a colossal crash, a colossal being slammed down in front of them, the ground cracking and sending up huge clouds of dust, carrying large amounts of small gravel that sprayed in all directions, hitting Tony and causing immense pain.
The night was dim, and visibility was slightly obstructed. They could only vaguely make out a colossal being, about three to five meters tall. A roar echoed, and the Monster bellowed towards the sky.
Tony's eyes widened. He distinctly heard the Monster roaring “Hulk!” nearby.
It was Hulk!
Tony’s eyes gradually turned red, bloodshot.
“Damn it!”
The person next to him was also terrified, trembling with fear.
“You run, don't worry about me!” Tony quickly said. “My family is still in the car; I have to rescue them!” He trembled, utterly terrified, afraid of losing everything, afraid of that terrible thought becoming reality.
The person's face was ashen. Without a word, he stubbornly pulled Tony, trying to save him. He ignored Tony, shouldered him, and slowly turned, moving one step at a time. This was a middle-aged man, with bloodstains on his face, who, despite his fear, walked with unwavering resolve, refusing to let go.
He had already checked the other two people in the truck; they were beyond saving.
The once-bustling city was a scene of utter ruin, skyscrapers in tatters, vehicles scattered everywhere. Many people hid beneath cars, trembling, praying for the protection of Deities.
In the distance, shadowy figures mingled: the Military and civilians, afraid to approach. Armed helicopters circled cautiously far away, unwilling to get too close.
Surviving streetlights flickered repeatedly, seemingly trying to shed a final glimmer of light amidst the chaos. This indeed offered a small, insignificant comfort to the survivors. Tony and the man moved with difficulty yet determination, using this faint light.
Hulk roared while pounding his own head, seemingly trying to clear his mind, too preoccupied to notice the insignificant Little Bugs in front of him, giving Tony and the man time to escape.
But ultimately, time was not enough. Tony was too severely injured, and the middle-aged man was too exhausted.
An equally massive, but somewhat duller-colored colossal figure instantly leapt from the intersection to a spot not far from the two, confronting Hulk and roaring, “Hulk! I am stronger than you now!”
Tony felt as if he had plunged into an ice cave, a bone-chilling cold rushing from his feet to the top of his head.
Abomination! Another Monster!
The middle-aged man beside him became surprisingly calm and said to Tony, “These are two Villains, Monsters! They’ve ruined everything, they’ll surely go to Hell.”
(end of chapter)
October 19, 2022 Author: Great Demon Spirit
(To readers: The first fifty chapters might not be very good, as I'm constantly adjusting my writing style (I confess). If you truly dislike the first fifty chapters, you can skim the plot and start reading from Chapter 60, which is set in Gotham City (●●))
Tony didn't have grand dreams. While others meticulously planned their great life aspirations, Tony simply wanted to be a truck driver, to one day own a truck of his own. After graduating from university, he joined a transport company, working tirelessly for two years. He finally saved up some money, took out a loan, and bought his own small truck. Tony named it Optimus Prime.
This was met with laughter from his colleagues.
“Oh, Tony's gone crazy, he's calling his new car Optimus Prime!”
“A mini-truck named Optimus Prime? So when you buy a big truck in a few years, should it be named Unicron?”
“From today onwards, my ride will be called Megatron.”
People laughed and chatted, offering their own opinions on Tony's actions.
Tony felt indignant and explained to his colleagues that while it was his first car, he would drive it for a long time. Even if he bought a new car in the future, he would still name it Optimus Prime. It was a sentiment that others wouldn't understand, only he would.
His colleagues remained unimpressed. Many asked him what kind of sentiment it was – a childhood Transformer sentiment? Tony never answered. When pressed, he would simply nod, then shake his head. Thus, his colleagues would still tease him occasionally, using it as fodder for their boredom.
At first, Tony would try his best to explain and argue, but he was always asked about his “sentiment.” After a while, he simply stopped explaining, knowing that his colleagues weren't malicious; they were just talking and laughing. Tony didn't retort; he just smiled and listened, and gradually his colleagues stopped bringing it up, diligently searching for new topics.
Another day began, and as usual, Tony would set aside time for maintenance and wiping, a routine he never missed. He stubbornly believed that an excellent driver should regard their car as a trusted companion, not just a common tool.
Opening the door, starting the ignition, Tony drove off with a truckload of fresh fruit. To keep the fruit fresh, and because the delivery mission was urgent, Tony drove faster than usual. By the time he sensed something was wrong, it was too late. A speeding luxury car veered wildly from the side, slamming head-on into Optimus Prime's driver's side door, utterly demolishing it.
In Tony's last glimpse, he saw a flushed face and bleary, drunken eyes that vanished in an instant.
This was a young person, definitely drunk. I won't have to pay for his luxury car, Tony thought.
His consciousness gradually blurred, everything before Tony's eyes became indistinct, and his ears rang. He could no longer hear the screams and roars of passersby.
The evening news reported, “At 3:07 PM today, a car accident occurred on Sunlight Avenue, resulting in one fatality. The perpetrator has been detained by the Police. Citizens of this city are advised to pay attention to traffic safety when traveling,” the anchor said.
…
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar environment, with unfamiliar faces and unfamiliar relatives. Tony stared wide-eyed, astonished by everything new.
This was a new world, with the legendary deeds of Captain America, and bustling metropolises like Gotham City and Metropolis. After the initial shock, Tony quickly calmed down. The most prominent aspect of his character was his adaptability; overthinking was useless.
In this life, his family was also in the transport business. The family lived frugally, saving a lot of money despite their tight finances. In a mega-city like New York, there were many opportunities to earn money if one was willing to work hard and endure hardships. They even took out a loan to buy a house in New York, not large, but enough to shelter them from the wind and rain, small yet cozy.
Months passed in a flash, and Tony grew up in this new city and family. Though not wealthy, it was warm enough to make him feel content, and he cherished it all the more.
“I need to find a way to earn more money and leave this place,” Tony mused. Although New York City was teeming with Superheroes and was a Military stronghold, Supervillains also flocked here like they were putting down roots. He might get unlucky and run into one someday, and then he'd be in big trouble.
Even against Supervillains with mere human combat capabilities, Tony would be utterly helpless, let alone those monsters who could shatter stars with a single punch.
“Gotham City, New York—I need to run as far away from these two places as possible… Metropolis is a good option, but who knows when Superman will appear.”
Clark, who had not yet taken on the mantle of Superman, was just a farmer. It was well-known that Clark had witnessed his adoptive father die before his eyes. To avoid revealing Clark’s Superpower, his adoptive father had used a gesture to refuse Clark’s rescue, calmly facing death in the storm.
Tony reckoned that if he could move to Metropolis in advance and find a way to get to know Clark before he donned his suit, it would undoubtedly be a reliable decision. After all, in the comics, Metropolis citizens had the highest sense of security.
For many days, Tony was planning his future, a future only for an ordinary citizen without Superpowers. He was trying to find an opportunity to talk to his parents, sell their house in New York, give up their work connections there, and start anew in Metropolis.
But this was destined to be very difficult.
Until the family of three once again loaded their goods and were about to depart for a delivery, Tony specifically came along to help.
“What are you doing here, you brat? Your old man's still strong!”
Tony laughed heartily, “I think you're not as good as me anymore, I’ve been exercising constantly!” He said, striking a bodybuilder’s pose, which drew a laughing scolding from his father and a chuckle from his mother.
But tragedy struck suddenly, without warning.
It was a sudden disaster, with countless people crying out and the roars of Monsters shattering all peace.
A sudden colossal figure appeared nearby, overturning the small truck that Tony and his parents relied on for their livelihood, like casually kicking over a toy blocking the way.
Everything grew dim, and the vibrant world instantly turned blood red.
His head hurt immensely…
Faintly, countless shrill screams and cries could be heard, along with what sounded like gunshots.
Tony vaguely felt someone slapping his face hard, shouting something into his ears. Tony painstakingly opened his eyes, this subtle movement seemed to drain all his strength.
“…Wake up, hey! If you lie here, you’ll die… Kid, if you don't want to die, get up now!”
Tony opened his eyes wide, gazing blankly at the stranger in front of him, then shifted his gaze to the familiar yet alien surroundings.
“I’m not dead yet…?” Tony murmured softly.
“If you don’t run now, you really will die! Those two Monsters won't spare you just because you’re injured! Get up, run!” the person roared, desperately shaking his head.
“Run!” Someone else ran past them, shouting, but after only a few steps, they were struck by a massive rock, their body shattering, killed instantly.
Tony’s face turned deathly pale, his mind buzzing incessantly. He couldn't imagine how stimulating this scene was for a city dweller living in a peaceful environment; after all, many people felt sick just watching a gore film, let alone seeing a whole person brutally crushed before their very eyes.
The occasional monstrous roars stimulated Tony's nerves, warning him that this was an utterly dangerous zone. People ran frantically everywhere, the ground littered with fragments of various buildings, signboards, and more. Many vehicles were crashed together, and others were overturned, clearly impossible to untangle anytime soon, presenting a true Doomsday Scenario.
The person managed to grab Tony and pull him out.
“What exactly is going on?” Tony asked. He wanted to turn his head to see how his parents were, but he couldn't; he was also injured, his face covered in blood.
His heart was filled with dread, feeling that something important had left him forever.
“Two Monsters are fighting,” the person said. “Monsters that came from who knows where. Many people have died.”
Tony felt he was going mad; everyone was going mad.
With a colossal crash, a colossal being slammed down in front of them, the ground cracking and sending up huge clouds of dust, carrying large amounts of small gravel that sprayed in all directions, hitting Tony and causing immense pain.
The night was dim, and visibility was slightly obstructed. They could only vaguely make out a colossal being, about three to five meters tall. A roar echoed, and the Monster bellowed towards the sky.
Tony's eyes widened. He distinctly heard the Monster roaring “Hulk!” nearby.
It was Hulk!
Tony’s eyes gradually turned red, bloodshot.
“Damn it!”
The person next to him was also terrified, trembling with fear.
“You run, don't worry about me!” Tony quickly said. “My family is still in the car; I have to rescue them!” He trembled, utterly terrified, afraid of losing everything, afraid of that terrible thought becoming reality.
The person's face was ashen. Without a word, he stubbornly pulled Tony, trying to save him. He ignored Tony, shouldered him, and slowly turned, moving one step at a time. This was a middle-aged man, with bloodstains on his face, who, despite his fear, walked with unwavering resolve, refusing to let go.
He had already checked the other two people in the truck; they were beyond saving.
The once-bustling city was a scene of utter ruin, skyscrapers in tatters, vehicles scattered everywhere. Many people hid beneath cars, trembling, praying for the protection of Deities.
In the distance, shadowy figures mingled: the Military and civilians, afraid to approach. Armed helicopters circled cautiously far away, unwilling to get too close.
Surviving streetlights flickered repeatedly, seemingly trying to shed a final glimmer of light amidst the chaos. This indeed offered a small, insignificant comfort to the survivors. Tony and the man moved with difficulty yet determination, using this faint light.
Hulk roared while pounding his own head, seemingly trying to clear his mind, too preoccupied to notice the insignificant Little Bugs in front of him, giving Tony and the man time to escape.
But ultimately, time was not enough. Tony was too severely injured, and the middle-aged man was too exhausted.
An equally massive, but somewhat duller-colored colossal figure instantly leapt from the intersection to a spot not far from the two, confronting Hulk and roaring, “Hulk! I am stronger than you now!”
Tony felt as if he had plunged into an ice cave, a bone-chilling cold rushing from his feet to the top of his head.
Abomination! Another Monster!
The middle-aged man beside him became surprisingly calm and said to Tony, “These are two Villains, Monsters! They’ve ruined everything, they’ll surely go to Hell.”
(end of chapter)
