Chapter 12
The Arrogant Silver Superman!
[Ten million value points have been credited to your account.]
The system notification sounds in my mind like the clinking of gold coins.
Li Ang turned around and swiped his finger across the system store.
"System, buy me that Pride of the Sin template first."
[Deducting 100 million value points, the Pride of Escanor template (Magic: Sun) is loading...]
boom!
The air twisted without warning.
In the depths of Li Ang's pupils, the outlines of two golden suns flashed by.
There are no muscle bulges or melodramatic transformation effects.
He simply stood there, his otherwise ordinary features suddenly becoming profound and cold.
An invisible sense of oppression emanated from him, and the gashapon balls scattered on the floor of the store automatically rolled aside to make way.
It was nighttime, and his power was not at its peak.
Even so, that arrogant will that he looked down upon everything in the world had already been ingrained in his very bones.
"This feeling... isn't bad."
A smile appeared on Li Ang's face; it was an extremely arrogant and cold smile.
However, the template is currently at 10% progress, and at noon it can only increase power by 3 times.
[Sufficient balance detected. Do you wish to spend 500 million value points to upgrade the system?]
"Promote him? Why keep him around for the New Year?"
Li Ang waved generously.
As soon as he finished speaking, a slight humming sound began to emanate from inside the gashapon shop.
What was originally small, under the influence of certain spatial laws, silently expanded to both sides.
The walls transformed into a deep, black stone material speckled with starlight, and the ceiling disappeared, replaced by a flowing projection of a galaxy.
The colorful little gashapon machine has also changed.
It split into two.
The left side has transformed into a silver-white beginner gashapon machine, costing $10,000 per use.
On the right is a mid-range gashapon machine with a more antique design, and the price tag on it is: $100,000 per gashapon.
"One hundred thousand per shot... Tony will like it."
Li Ang looked around the renovated shop with satisfaction. It was just past 12 o'clock, and his gaze finally fell on the refreshed Daily Mall.
[Silver Superpower Template: Priced at 1000 million Value Points.]
[Description: He is a god among men, the terminator of the laws of physics.]
[Note: This item is stackable. Since the host already possesses the Sin of Pride template, with the double blessing, your base combat power will be based on Silver Superman. At noon, the power of Pride will be stacked, doubling your combat power.]
Li Ang's breath hitched.
Super Saiyan Silver is a being in the original manga who can manipulate galaxies, extinguish stars, and travel through time at will.
After upgrading the system and buying a template, he only has 400 million points left.
"Six million short." Li Ang stroked his chin.
[Host has been detected to have excellent credit. Installment purchase mechanism now activated: down payment of 100 million value points, the remaining 900 million value points to be paid in 12 installments, monthly interest rate of 1.5%.]
"You even learned this kind of shady business?"
Li Ang laughed and cursed, but he didn't hesitate.
"Bought it!"
hum!
Li Ang felt as if his originally light and airy body had been transformed.
He could hear the sound of champagne being opened in a hotel in New York, a hundred miles away.
He could see a couple passionately fighting inside a building a kilometer away.
The life rank of the Silver Overlord covered the skeleton of the Sin of Pride.
Even if he just stands there without breathing, the overflowing biomagnetic field he emits can paralyze an ordinary person on the spot.
"With Silver Superman as my foundation, even if that woman Ancient One opens a portal to me, I can crush her and the portal together."
Li Ang was in a great mood and looked at the next items.
[Excalibur: Priced at 500 million, the holy sword of a certain Saber, not only is it cool, but it can also unleash a powerful attack.]
[Full Counterattack Skill Book: Priced at 500 million, this skill returns double all attacks aimed at the user.]
"All of them are high-quality goods."
Li Ang shook his head with some regret, "It's a pity I don't have enough points. System, reserve the right to purchase these two items for me."
[Reserved.]
After finishing all this, Li Ang stretched.
He's like a mischievous kid with a mushroom cloud launcher in his hand, itching to use it.
"Shouldn't I also find an opportunity to put this to use?" Li Ang muttered to himself. "With this kind of invincible power, it feels like I'm wearing fine clothes in the dark if I don't test it out on a punching bag."
He thought of that big, green thing.
Hulk.
If I could punch Hulk right now, the impact would be far greater than if Tony were wearing his Mark armor.
……
At the same time, Stark Industries, District 16.
"Is this the answer you're giving me?"
Obadiah, his face ashen, pointed to the pile of scrap metal emitting black smoke on the platform.
That's the Iron Monger, derived from reverse engineering of the Mark 1 wreckage.
But now it's like a paralyzed half-body, with its robotic arm hanging limply on the ground and its core power supply point empty.
"Mr. Stan, the technological barriers are simply too high."
The chief engineer adjusted his glasses, his voice trembling, "We tried to scale down the existing reactor, but..."
"But what?"
Obadiah whirled around, his roar echoing through the lab, "Tony Stark is in a cave in Afghanistan! He could be built from a pile of scrap metal!"
"You have the world's most advanced equipment, and you've given me hundreds of millions of dollars in funding, and this is what you show me?"
"Sir... I, I am not Tony Stark," the engineer pleaded desperately.
boom!
Obadiah grabbed the tablet computer from the table and slammed it down at the engineer's feet.
"Get out! All of you, get out!"
As the laboratory was emptied, Obadiah's hypocritical mask was completely torn away, revealing his ferocity and exhaustion.
He slumped into a chair, clutching a photograph tightly in his hand.
Those were blurry images sent back by mercenaries from the desert.
A red demon tears apart a tank with its bare hands.
"Not just the armor..."
Obadiah stared at the red figure, his eyes filled with malice. "Tony, what the hell did you get in this damn cave?"
As Tony's uncle who watched him grow up, he knew Tony all too well.
Although that playboy is a genius, there is absolutely no way he could withstand a missile with his bare hands.
At that moment, his personal cell phone vibrated.
A message popped up from a dark web intelligence dealer.
"At 108 70th Street in Queens, New York, there is a small shop called 'Zhutian Gashapon' that is suspected of having gadgets that can make people stronger."
"All Heavens...Gacha?"
Obadiah chewed on those words, a gambler's ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.
Since science can't explain Tony's changes, let's use unscientific methods.
"Prepare the car."
"If Tony can do it, so can I."