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It was the first time I had seen this title.
Everyone present felt a little uneasy.
In this universe, Optimus Prime didn't exist.
So, they could only interpret the three words literally.
Optimus Prime…
Could it be a pillar reaching straight into the clouds?
Or perhaps a support holding up the earth and sky?
But then—how could this pillar alone have killed Tony?
What on earth was happening?
At that moment, it seemed to answer everyone's doubts.
A new image appeared on the screen.
[A road in the desert.]
An old Peterbilt 389 truck appeared, kicking up a cloud of dust.
(This truck was released in 1978, so its exterior bore some rust.)
Suddenly, a voice crackled over the radio: "All Autobots, respond!"
A white truck drove toward them.
It scanned the old truck.
Then, the rusty truck suddenly corroded away, revealing a gleaming blue metal exterior.
All parts—arms, torso, everything—popped out one by one.
The blue truck then shot into the sky, performing a flawless backflip.
A massive robot, nearly ten meters tall, radiating metallic elegance, landed firmly on the ground.
…
At Stark Industries, everyone was stunned.
"Is… that Optimus Prime?!"
Happy was the first to flinch.
"It's… huge!"
"Tony, your Mark suits are like tiny toys compared to that!"
"Not to mention your rebellious Mark 42."
"No wonder it killed you!"
Tony frowned.
If this was the enemy… this would be extremely dangerous.
The video clearly showed that even the strongest Mark suits were no match.
Forget the rebellious Mark 42 for now—what about Mark 1 through Mark 7?
Faced with a giant like that, all you could do was flee in shame.
Suddenly, Tony remembered the "Hulkbuster" folder he had asked J.A.R.V.I.S. to create.
I wonder… if I fought Optimus Prime in the Hulkbuster armor, who would win?
…
The video continued.
"To seize control of the country…"
"Killian captured Colonel Rhodes…"
"…forcing him under torture to leave the Iron Patriot."
"Killian, disguised in the Iron Patriot suit as Rhodes, infiltrated Air Force One."
"…even seizing the President mid-flight, disappearing into the clouds."
Tony immediately feared the President was taken hostage and sent Mark 42 to intercept.
Mark 42 entered the plane, grabbing a bald bodyguard.
He pressed his hand against the guard's neck, palm repulsor ready.
Mark 42: "Where's the President? Tell me!"
The guard laughed coldly.
Then, he grabbed Mark 42's arm. The intense heat caused the mechanical parts to misconnect.
Guard: "Try this, buddy!"
He threw a mini-bomb into the cabin.
Boom!
A gaping hole tore open in the plane's side, and a fierce airflow rushed in.
Even holding on tightly, everyone was blown out due to the pressure difference.
Mark 42 knew this wasn't the time to waste fighting the guard.
He concentrated the reactor's energy in his chest, firing a beam that instantly melted the guard's torso.
No matter how dangerous this foe, there were limits.
The threat was neutralized.
Mark 42 flew upward, surveying the situation.
Mark 42: "How many people in the air?"
J.A.R.V.I.S.: "Thirteen, sir."
Mark 42: "How many can I carry?"
J.A.R.V.I.S.: "Four, sir."
Thirteen people—likely high-ranking officials—flailed helplessly in midair.
Untrained and without any resources, they had no chance.
Mark 42 ignored J.A.R.V.I.S.'s warning.
This time, he was determined to save everyone.
He swooped down, first grabbing a female secretary.
Mark 42: "See that person? I'll fly past them—just hold on. Got it?"
The secretary screamed in weightlessness, seemingly deaf to any instructions.
Mark 42 used electric currents to immobilize her hands, restoring her composure.
She grabbed the suited man's leg as Mark 42 maneuvered.
Mark 42: "Easy, right? We still have eleven more! Remember 'Monkey Catching the Moon'? Today, we play that game. Everyone, catch your monkey!"
From 14,000 feet…
…to 10,000… 8,000… 4,000…
As they descended, more people joined the rescue.
Finally, all 13 were in a circle.
Tony controlled the descent carefully, setting them down on a lake.
The 13 cheered, expressing their deepest gratitude to Mark 42.
The rescue was a complete success.
…
Back at Stark Tower, Tony watched the footage of himself saving so many lives.
He couldn't help but feel proud.
"Hey, Pepper, look at me! I'm amazing!"
"Even J.A.R.V.I.S. thought I could only save four, but I used my genius brain to save them all!"
"Come on, Pepper, praise your boss!"
Pepper complimented him politely.
"Oh, Tony, you're incredible."
But inwardly, she rolled her eyes.
Tony—her boss and future boyfriend—was talented in every way… yet unbearably arrogant.
Then Rhodes spoke.
"Wait, Tony, don't forget the title of the video: 'Optimus Prime Single-Handedly Kills Iron Man!'"
Tony froze.
Yes—the title said "Optimus Prime defeats Iron Man alone," but Optimus Prime hadn't even appeared yet.
The danger was not over.
Tony narrowed his eyes, unsure how he would handle the looming crisis.
…
The rescued passengers cheered.
Mark 42 exclaimed, "Great job, everyone!"
As he flew away, he began, "Alright, J.A.R.V.I.S., the mission's only half done—we still need to save Pep—"
Before he could finish, a large truck smashed into him, shattering the suit.
Only scattered parts of Mark 42 remained.
Tony vanished.
Scene shift.
Tony removed the remote and appeared on a speedboat.
Back at Stark Tower, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Phew… I thought something terrible had happened!"
"It turns out the truck that destroyed Mark 42 just looked like Optimus Prime."
"Luckily, I wasn't inside—I was controlling it remotely from afar."
Rhodes exhaled.
Tony thought to himself:
Although Mark 42 looks rebellious, maybe he had been using it wrong.
In reality, this suit wasn't meant to be worn by humans.
Its true purpose—like in the video—was remote control.
And because Mark 42 is modular…
The military could manufacture all parts on the assembly line and then simply assemble them.
Much simpler than creating a full combat suit for humans.
And with remote control, soldier safety drastically increases.
No extra training required.
You could even sit at home and control the suit in combat.
If that's true… Rhodes' mind began racing.
At that moment, a new title appeared on the screen:
"Famous Scene 9: Grand Fireworks—The Fall of the Stark Family!"