Brain Repository
Beautiful Pictures Collection
True Female Lead Wanda
No Black Widow
Character templates only inherit superpowers; if not specifically mentioned, they generally do not inherit the original owner's personality, memories, experience, skills, etc.
Pre-reading reminder: The protagonist is a scoundrel with some morals but not many, who plays quite a lot, likes to make friends, often finds friends for friendly matches to maintain relationships, and all his friends have human forms and use human forms during friendly matches, but the race of these friends is not necessarily human. If you don't like it, please click the top left corner. Do not spray.
Chapters 110 to 138 are recommended to be skipped directly. At that time, it was during the May Day holiday, and the author flew into space to accompany Kars, then had a sudden whim and did not follow the outline to cross into the World that had been originally decided, resulting in not knowing how to set the protagonist's sign-in rewards and participate in the plot, which ended up in a mess. Of course, brothers with an explosive reserve of stone flower okra milk can try it.
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U.S., Las Vegas, at the annual highest honor awards ceremony.
Colonel Rhodes, in a formal Military uniform, was on the podium introducing the most important award recipient of the night. Below the stage were all high-ranking Military and political officials or business magnates and their associates.
"Tony Stark — dreamer, genius, patriot."
"From his youth, as the son of legendary weapon developer Howard Stark, he quickly drew attention with his exceptional intelligence."
"At four years old, he made a circuit board; at six, he built his first engine; and at seventeen, he graduated from MIT with the highest honors."
"Afterward, his father passed away, and Howard's lifelong friend and partner, Obadiah Stane, took over the position of Stark Industries' founder."
"It wasn't until a prodigal Tony, at 21, returned to the company to become the new CEO of Stark Industries, holding the supreme power of the weapon empire."
"Tony led his father's legacy into a new era — developing intelligent weapons, high-end machinery, and satellite-guided strike technology."
"Today, Tony Stark has pioneered a new landscape in the weapon industry. He defends the freedom of the U.S. and safeguards the nation's global interests."
His voice paused.
Thunderous applause erupted below the stage.
Colonel Rhodes continued:
"As the Military liaison for Stark Industries, I am honored to work with such a true patriot. He is both my mentor and a good friend."
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am honored to present this year's highest honor award to Mr. Tony Stark!"
As his words fell.
Applause erupted once more.
However, it was time for the award recipient to come on stage, but Tony Stark, the recipient, was nowhere to be seen.
"Tony?"
Colonel Rhodes, holding the trophy, scanned the area but couldn't find his target. He could only look awkwardly and helplessly at the round table in the center of the venue, which only had two people seated.
Meeting Colonel Rhodes' gaze, Obadiah was about to stand up to accept the award on Tony's behalf, but Leon, seated at the same table, got up first and went to the stage.
Seeing this.
Obadiah's butt, which had just left the chair by two and a half centimeters, could only sit back down. He looked at Leon, who had already accepted the trophy on stage, with a forced smile.
As Leon stepped onto the stage,
Gasps of admiration from female voices immediately rose from below.
There was no other reason,
Except that Leon was simply too handsome.
Both roguish and handsome!
Beneath that dashing and unrestrained mature appearance, an elegant temperament, honed by long-term high status, was evident. Just a hint of a mischievous smile from the corner of his mouth exuded an unparalleled masculine charm.
This person was none other than Tony Stark's twin brother, and also our protagonist — Leon Stark.
Perhaps due to being fraternal twins, the Stark brothers did not look exactly alike. Leon was far handsomer than Tony.
As the second young master of Stark Industries, he was a well-known prodigal son among the U.S. elite, spending his days idly, immersed in debauchery.
This was also why Colonel Rhodes did not mention him when introducing Tony earlier.
Because, apart from that incredibly attractive handsome face and a body that was quite commendable, maintained for the sake of making friends without pressure every day.
Leon was almost good for nothing.
He was so poor he only had money left.
If Tony hadn't frozen his bank card, fearing that Leon, who hadn't left his Villa for seven days, would die from his pursuit of making friends, and hadn't forced Leon to come out for some fresh air and help him accept an award.
Leon wouldn't have bothered attending this awards ceremony.
Wasn't making friends more enjoyable?
"Oh, my God, thank you for saving me, Leon, otherwise I would have been so embarrassed that I'd have dug out a whole Villa with my feet."
Rhodes whispered with a sigh of relief.
"You're welcome, Rhodes."
Leon replied with a smile, then turned to look at the audience below. Holding the trophy in his hand, he casually fondled it while saying:
"Oh~ this damn trophy is really beautiful."
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap!
Leon had only just said that vulgar sentence, and the guests below the stage applauded very respectfully. This was the influence of Stark Industries.
Even if he cursed, he would still receive applause.
Then.
Leon pressed his hand down, and the audience quickly quieted down again.
"Haha, thank you all for your support."
"Clearly, I am not Tony, but if I were him, I would tell you all of my honor and joy, and how pleased I am to receive this distinction."
"As everyone knows, Tony's greatest strength is also his greatest weakness: he always forgets to eat and sleep once he starts working..."
Leon spoke eloquently, bragging about his older brother without needing a draft.
At the same time.
Tony Stark was having a blast, forgetting to eat and sleep, at a nearby casino.
After the awards ceremony ended.
Rhodes and Leon found him immediately.
At that moment, he was with a young model, rolling dice.
"I can't believe you stood me up and are here having fun with a young model!" Rhodes complained somewhat resentfully:
"They clearly said that if I presented you with the award, you would be deeply honored..."
"Of course, I am very honored to receive the award from Colonel Rhodes." Tony read in a flat tone, then his gaze swept towards Leon, who already had a companion in his arms and had gone all-in with his chips on the table.
"So, where's my little beaker? Leon."
"I gave it to her."
Leon pointed to the young model in his arms who was trying hard to hold up the trophy.
When it threatened to sag under the force of gravity, Leon thoughtfully used his hand to help her steady it.
"Feels pretty good."
Seeing this, Tony shrugged and smiled, not knowing if he was talking about the trophy or the person.
"I'm really impressed, you two brothers, one plays wilder than the other."
Colonel Rhodes covered his face, unable to bear the sight.
But with finger gaps as wide as two and a half centimeters, it was as if he hadn't covered it at all.
Tony and Leon were already accustomed to Rhodes's feigned disapproval and tacitly exchanged smiles.
Behind the two brothers.
Happy, the burly assistant and bodyguard with a belly that could float a boat, was diligently guarding everything around them, symbolically ensuring the safety of his two bosses.
The few of them partied from eight in the evening until one in the morning.
After the party dispersed.
Rhodes repeatedly reminded Tony: "You still have to demonstrate your latest achievements to the Military tomorrow. Don't be late."
"Got it, got it."
Tony replied perfunctorily, then turned to look at Leon, who had already eaten three rounds and still had an appetite to pack some takeout to bring home.
"Leon, why don't you go instead of me? You wouldn't want..."
"Hey, hey, hey, no way!"
Before Tony could finish, Leon immediately shook his head in refusal.
"If you still use the freezing bank cards trick to threaten me, be careful, one night I might just slit your throat with a knife, do you believe me?"
"Pepper can't even stop me, I'm serious!"
"Alright then."
Tony shrugged, regretting, "Leon, you still don't understand the art of explosion."
"What art of explosion?" Leon gave Tony a big White eye, "You'll be honest once you're blown up by a missile produced by our own company."
Outside the hotel.
The two brothers, surrounded by Happy and a group of bodyguards, were about to get into the car to go home when they saw an extremely charming OL-dressed, black-stockinged, blonde young woman approaching.
Leon's eyes immediately lit up.
