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Chapter 211: Hunting Hulk (2)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
On the Indian Subcontinent, the situation was calm, but soon, a meteor would crash down and stir up immense turmoil.
Not far from a poor town on the border, a sparking circle materialized from nothing, continuously expanding. One Mechanical Beast after another leaped out of the circle, the scene within which was revealed to be New York City.
Over the past few months, Tony had poured most of his energy into two types of Magic, one of which was Space Magic. A few months might seem like a long time, but Tony had already spent nearly half of it in the Library at Kamar-Taj researching knowledge related to the Soul. To be able to learn Spatial Teleportation Magic to this extent was already something to be proud of.
"If I were that fellow, Doctor Strange, my mastery of Space Magic would be several times more skillful after just a few months, and its power would be many times greater."
Tony sighed, a bit helpless.
Doctor Strange could create sparks with the source of Magic, the Sole Deity "Vishanti." The phrase "getting twice the result with half the effort" was practically made to describe him. His incredibly high affinity allowed him to use the least amount of power to cast more formidable magic power and spells.
One after another, menacingly-shaped Transformers leaped out of the magic portal. These were all war machines meticulously crafted by Tony, specifically for the purpose of surrounding and killing the Beast known as Hulk.
On the Indian Subcontinent, in this border region, the population was sparse due to the harsh environment and underdeveloped economy. But once a great battle began, it would be difficult to guarantee that no civilians would be harmed.
Tony frowned, glanced at the gloomy sky, and muttered to himself, "Evacuating the civilians isn't hard. With Instant Vivification, I can activate several million Transformers. That's enough manpower to transport the innocent civilians..."
Transporting the civilians away wasn't a question of whether Tony wanted to do it, but that he *had* to.
On one hand, since he could do it conveniently, he didn't mind lending a helping hand.
On the other hand, it was conceivable that fighting a creature like Hulk, who grew stronger the more he fought, would certainly have a large area of effect. If fighting recklessly led to massive civilian casualties, Tony could almost see himself being besieged by a group of self-proclaimed paragons of Justice, forced into the villain's camp.
At least half of the Justice League and the Avengers would come looking for trouble with him.
Tony could practically hear the rhetoric those people would spout—
"Hulk is a Beast, he has no reason to begin with!"
"You're not allowed to kill people. You're fighting back and forth with a mindless Beast. If people die, who else is to blame but you?"
Heh heh heh...
This was why Tony always had a favorable impression of the Avengers. Things like unintentionally harming innocents weren't so troublesome with them. Just like with Ultron, the whole world took the fall for Iron Man and Ant-Man. It was only later, when they were forced to reflect, that they introduced the Superhero Registration Act as a compromise.
In the end, it even led to the Avengers' Civil War.
If it were the Justice League, that bunch who clamored about not killing but indirectly killed more than anyone, it would be strange if they didn't pin Tony down and beat him to death.
Such a huge amount of blame to shoulder.
Tony pondered for a moment, looking at the dilapidated town ahead. The uneven surfaces of the houses showed signs of damage everywhere. A collapsed section of a wall was left unattended, and the residents inside endured their hardship.
The moisture in the air grew thicker. Dark clouds, oppressive and layered, spread across the sky, blanketing the earth and covering the ground in a terrifying shadow.
Tony walked slowly into the town, all alone. He calmly watched the impoverished people hurriedly gathering their drying laundry, remaining silent and ignoring the many curious gazes directed at him.
From his clothes, Tony was clearly a rich man. Entering this poor town alone was enough to draw people's attention.
He went around three corners, walked up onto a high platform, then came back down, went around another building, and finally arrived at a narrow street. The road was piled high with garbage that emitted a foul, nauseating odor.
Tony's expression remained placid throughout.
"Bruce Banner, I know you're in there," Tony called out to the empty street.
A door creaked open. Dressed in old clothes, Banner, with a head of messy hair and a haggard expression, walked out of the house. He came onto the street and stood amidst the piles of trash, silently meeting the gaze of the young man before him.
"I've been waiting for you," Banner said, scratching his head. "I knew you'd come for revenge. Since you're here, it proves you have a way to kill me."
"No one in this world has ever been absolutely certain they could kill you. I'm willing to be the first to try. I have to try, Banner. I'm sorry. You're a good man, but unfortunately, the guy inside you isn't. He's a Beast. You can't even count how many people he's killed."
Tony watched Banner with a placid expression.
Banner, a renowned scientist, was gentle and approachable. But regrettably, a Gamma Ray experiment had given him another identity—Hulk.
For years, Banner had been evading capture by the Military and other organizations, living under an assumed name. He had abandoned his beloved research, his lover, and all the glory of his past, living miserably as a Beast.
He couldn't even commit suicide. No matter how severely Banner was injured, as soon as Hulk appeared, all his wounds would heal.
Dr. Banner looked at the young man with a complex expression, filled with a bit of guilt, a bit of sorrow, and even more so, a bit of gratitude.
"I know it's a bit too late for an apology, but I still want to say it. I'm sorry. I apologize to you on behalf of the guy inside me." Banner slightly raised his arms.
"It's meaningless, Banner. No matter the outcome, you'll just be taking a nap. If I win, you'll die peacefully in your sleep. If Hulk wins, you'll wake up and continue your suffering," Tony said softly.
Some say that before a person dies, their life flashes before their eyes in a few short seconds. Tony didn't know if this was true or not, but he had already replayed that one scene in his mind countless times. It was etched into his very bones.
"I hope you can do it. I've had enough of this for a long time. I tried to kill myself, put a gun to my head, but that guy just spat the bullet out of my brain," Banner said. "I hate this life. So many people have died because of me..."
He had long since had enough. This gentle and refined man hated his current life, a life from which he couldn't even escape through suicide.
"You won't be waking up again. I promise you, Banner," Tony said.
"Can I ask... how is Betty? I heard General Ross died in a tribal conflict in Africa..."
"She's great, couldn't be better. I'll take good care of her... And let me tell you one more thing. I killed Ross. I used the serum he researched to turn Betty into a monster just like you."
Tony's expression gradually became ferocious. He had suppressed it for too long. As he watched Banner's expression of shock and rage, a trace of green blood surged through him, causing Banner's body to swell slightly.
"Come on! Come out, Hulk! I'm waiting for you!" Tony roared. "Today, I've prepared an entire Hunting Legion just for you!"
At the edge of the land, as far as the eye could see, countless dense figures appeared. All sorts of ear-piercing roars rose and fell one after another, and a tyrannical Aura could be felt even from a great distance.
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
On the Indian Subcontinent, the situation was calm, but soon, a meteor would crash down and stir up immense turmoil.
Not far from a poor town on the border, a sparking circle materialized from nothing, continuously expanding. One Mechanical Beast after another leaped out of the circle, the scene within which was revealed to be New York City.
Over the past few months, Tony had poured most of his energy into two types of Magic, one of which was Space Magic. A few months might seem like a long time, but Tony had already spent nearly half of it in the Library at Kamar-Taj researching knowledge related to the Soul. To be able to learn Spatial Teleportation Magic to this extent was already something to be proud of.
"If I were that fellow, Doctor Strange, my mastery of Space Magic would be several times more skillful after just a few months, and its power would be many times greater."
Tony sighed, a bit helpless.
Doctor Strange could create sparks with the source of Magic, the Sole Deity "Vishanti." The phrase "getting twice the result with half the effort" was practically made to describe him. His incredibly high affinity allowed him to use the least amount of power to cast more formidable magic power and spells.
One after another, menacingly-shaped Transformers leaped out of the magic portal. These were all war machines meticulously crafted by Tony, specifically for the purpose of surrounding and killing the Beast known as Hulk.
On the Indian Subcontinent, in this border region, the population was sparse due to the harsh environment and underdeveloped economy. But once a great battle began, it would be difficult to guarantee that no civilians would be harmed.
Tony frowned, glanced at the gloomy sky, and muttered to himself, "Evacuating the civilians isn't hard. With Instant Vivification, I can activate several million Transformers. That's enough manpower to transport the innocent civilians..."
Transporting the civilians away wasn't a question of whether Tony wanted to do it, but that he *had* to.
On one hand, since he could do it conveniently, he didn't mind lending a helping hand.
On the other hand, it was conceivable that fighting a creature like Hulk, who grew stronger the more he fought, would certainly have a large area of effect. If fighting recklessly led to massive civilian casualties, Tony could almost see himself being besieged by a group of self-proclaimed paragons of Justice, forced into the villain's camp.
At least half of the Justice League and the Avengers would come looking for trouble with him.
Tony could practically hear the rhetoric those people would spout—
"Hulk is a Beast, he has no reason to begin with!"
"You're not allowed to kill people. You're fighting back and forth with a mindless Beast. If people die, who else is to blame but you?"
Heh heh heh...
This was why Tony always had a favorable impression of the Avengers. Things like unintentionally harming innocents weren't so troublesome with them. Just like with Ultron, the whole world took the fall for Iron Man and Ant-Man. It was only later, when they were forced to reflect, that they introduced the Superhero Registration Act as a compromise.
In the end, it even led to the Avengers' Civil War.
If it were the Justice League, that bunch who clamored about not killing but indirectly killed more than anyone, it would be strange if they didn't pin Tony down and beat him to death.
Such a huge amount of blame to shoulder.
Tony pondered for a moment, looking at the dilapidated town ahead. The uneven surfaces of the houses showed signs of damage everywhere. A collapsed section of a wall was left unattended, and the residents inside endured their hardship.
The moisture in the air grew thicker. Dark clouds, oppressive and layered, spread across the sky, blanketing the earth and covering the ground in a terrifying shadow.
Tony walked slowly into the town, all alone. He calmly watched the impoverished people hurriedly gathering their drying laundry, remaining silent and ignoring the many curious gazes directed at him.
From his clothes, Tony was clearly a rich man. Entering this poor town alone was enough to draw people's attention.
He went around three corners, walked up onto a high platform, then came back down, went around another building, and finally arrived at a narrow street. The road was piled high with garbage that emitted a foul, nauseating odor.
Tony's expression remained placid throughout.
"Bruce Banner, I know you're in there," Tony called out to the empty street.
A door creaked open. Dressed in old clothes, Banner, with a head of messy hair and a haggard expression, walked out of the house. He came onto the street and stood amidst the piles of trash, silently meeting the gaze of the young man before him.
"I've been waiting for you," Banner said, scratching his head. "I knew you'd come for revenge. Since you're here, it proves you have a way to kill me."
"No one in this world has ever been absolutely certain they could kill you. I'm willing to be the first to try. I have to try, Banner. I'm sorry. You're a good man, but unfortunately, the guy inside you isn't. He's a Beast. You can't even count how many people he's killed."
Tony watched Banner with a placid expression.
Banner, a renowned scientist, was gentle and approachable. But regrettably, a Gamma Ray experiment had given him another identity—Hulk.
For years, Banner had been evading capture by the Military and other organizations, living under an assumed name. He had abandoned his beloved research, his lover, and all the glory of his past, living miserably as a Beast.
He couldn't even commit suicide. No matter how severely Banner was injured, as soon as Hulk appeared, all his wounds would heal.
Dr. Banner looked at the young man with a complex expression, filled with a bit of guilt, a bit of sorrow, and even more so, a bit of gratitude.
"I know it's a bit too late for an apology, but I still want to say it. I'm sorry. I apologize to you on behalf of the guy inside me." Banner slightly raised his arms.
"It's meaningless, Banner. No matter the outcome, you'll just be taking a nap. If I win, you'll die peacefully in your sleep. If Hulk wins, you'll wake up and continue your suffering," Tony said softly.
Some say that before a person dies, their life flashes before their eyes in a few short seconds. Tony didn't know if this was true or not, but he had already replayed that one scene in his mind countless times. It was etched into his very bones.
"I hope you can do it. I've had enough of this for a long time. I tried to kill myself, put a gun to my head, but that guy just spat the bullet out of my brain," Banner said. "I hate this life. So many people have died because of me..."
He had long since had enough. This gentle and refined man hated his current life, a life from which he couldn't even escape through suicide.
"You won't be waking up again. I promise you, Banner," Tony said.
"Can I ask... how is Betty? I heard General Ross died in a tribal conflict in Africa..."
"She's great, couldn't be better. I'll take good care of her... And let me tell you one more thing. I killed Ross. I used the serum he researched to turn Betty into a monster just like you."
Tony's expression gradually became ferocious. He had suppressed it for too long. As he watched Banner's expression of shock and rage, a trace of green blood surged through him, causing Banner's body to swell slightly.
"Come on! Come out, Hulk! I'm waiting for you!" Tony roared. "Today, I've prepared an entire Hunting Legion just for you!"
At the edge of the land, as far as the eye could see, countless dense figures appeared. All sorts of ear-piercing roars rose and fell one after another, and a tyrannical Aura could be felt even from a great distance.
(end of chapter)
