I'm Not a Hero of God, I'm a Driver in Meiman

"Jarvis, I want to donate you to the university." Stark said depressedly.

"Jarvis can continue to serve you wherever the internet is available."

Stark: ...

"Start the flight test." Stark said in a muffled voice, and then the armor rose into the air.

Plasma fire was sprayed from both hands and feet, providing a strong driving force, offsetting the weight of several tons of armor.Stark leaned forward and flew out along the driveway.

Whoosh!

Stark rushed out of the mansion, rushed into the bright night sky of Los Angeles, and began to fly freely.

After a while, Stark returned to the basement of the mansion after testing the maximum flying height, and sat in front of the computer. "For the record, the primary sensor failed above [-] feet, and there was a problem with the booster system, possibly due to icing at altitude."

Stark took a sip of the unknown drink and continued, "Contact Sith Company to purchase the shell made of gold-titanium alloy used by Seraphim satellites and equip it for Mark 3. This should not only ensure the power-to-weight ratio but also enhance the strength of the fuselage. .”

"Understood sir, do you need to have a look at the renderings?" Jarvis asked.

"Let me see."

After a while the rendering is complete. "Too yellow, keep a low profile."

Stark was a little dissatisfied looking at the gold-titanium armor.

"Do you need to imitate the armor of the dragon man for color matching?" Jarvis began to worry again.

Stark: ...

Thinking of the armor that Fire Dragon wore when he rescued him twice, Stark thought about it, and removed that color scheme from his mind.

The dignified Tony Stark is not a follower of the dragon man, why should he learn his aesthetics?

"I heard that golden yellow is the color of Chinese emperors. I'm going to use this and start the automatic assembly." Stark kicked his feet on the ground, and the chair slid him to the side.

Stark went to the bed and lay down with a plop, and fell asleep after a while...

Stark was woken up by Xiaodai poking him a dozen times in a row.

Sleepy-eyed Stark yawned, looked at Xiaodai beside him and couldn't help but patted, "I'll donate you to the university tomorrow."

"Jarvis, the battle armor is assembled, right? Otherwise, I will really donate Xiaodai." Stark took a sip of his drink to refresh himself.

"Sir, the armor is assembled, do you want to try it now?"

"Of course!" Stark took off his clothes three times and five times twice, revealing a special tights, put on the hat, and tucked all his hair into it, and then walked to the armor dressing area.

The metal floor automatically opened and folded, revealing the golden armor boots. Stark stepped in with both feet, and the armor immediately began to dress.A dress show that was cooler than the Mark 2 was staged, and within three minutes, the complex armor lining and shell were all assembled perfectly.

Stark moved his body, and the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" The applause came suddenly, and the situation in the dead of night in this empty basement seemed particularly frightening.

Stark turned his head and found that it was Obadiah, and he was relieved, but then he felt something was wrong.

Even if Obadiah has the password, it is impossible to enter the basement quietly!

How the hell did he show up?

Obadiah walked up to Stark with a smile, and took a look, "It's a good armor, but the color is too yellow, and it's a bit high-profile."

Stark instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Obadiah just sat across from Stark and hooked him.

Stark froze for a moment, then walked over.

What are you afraid of with a battle armor?

"Tony, well, your name is Tony, right? I'm Hellfire." Obadiah smiled, "Being entrusted by this body, I have to kill you, so... How about some decent resistance? ?”

"Didn't understand?" "Obadiah" looked at Stark's confused face, sighed and got up.

"Stupid human, let me show you the true face of my evil flame."

"Obadiah" grinned ferociously at the corner of his mouth, black air flashed all over his body, and he changed into his original appearance.

He was dressed in black, with sharp blade-like spikes on his elbows, waist and hips, and those scarlet eyes that seemed to go straight into the soul, making Stark feel a chill all over his body!

"you……"

"Sir, a high-energy reaction was detected, and this creature does not seem to be an earth creature."

"seem!?"

"Yes, I can't tell. This creature... is very special and dangerous. You must be careful."

Stark looked at the evil fire, thinking that what Jarvis said was nonsense.

Even if he didn't need to be reminded, this humanoid creature made him feel creepy!

What the hell is this guy?

After a short period of horror and doubt, Stark regained his confidence.

Now he is wearing Mark 3!Just take this guy for a practical functional test!

"If you want a decent resistance, then take it!" Stark replied, plasma flames spewed out from his feet and back, and his heavy steel body rushed towards the evil flame.