025, the age of heroes? Age of Chaos!

Half an hour later.

The two went their separate ways before the police arrived.

Zaire had lost interest in continuing his confrontation with Daredevil.

The exposed Daredevil also lacked the energy and motivation to stop Zaire from taking the loot.

Since discovering the bodies, a burning rage seemed to inflame Zaire's chest, making him wish he could eliminate all the gangs in New York.

However, on the way home, as Zaire dealt with most of the disposable equipment, his gradually returning sense of reason curbed his impulses.

The gang had been eradicated, and the crisis involving him, and his aunt had disappeared.

The remaining issues were no longer his responsibility.

Even the most ineffective federal government would mobilize its forces in response to such shocking events.

The New York Police Department, the FBI, and perhaps even S.H.I.E.L.D. might get involved in the investigation.

If the media learned more details and sensationalized the reports, Stark, all the way in Los Angeles, might even get involved.

In the age of technology, with the omnipresent artificial intelligence JARVIS, even the cautious Zaire had no confidence in hiding.

He would eventually face the authorities, but not yet.

His priority was to act low-key and bide his time until he possessed greater power and could face everything with greater composure.

He was never a hero, just an ordinary person fighting for his family.

At four in the morning, Zaire, returning from Hell's Kitchen, entered his apartment.

He did not go straight home but headed to the basement.

Now reinforced, the basement could temporarily serve as a secret base.

Zaire, sleepless, sorted and counted the ill-gotten funds he had acquired.

The cash amounted to $1.98 million.

Adding the $680,000 remaining under his bedroom bed, he had a total of $2.66 million.

In one night, Zaire had returned to being a millionaire.

Unfortunately, the large amount of dirty money could not be deposited into the bank all at once unless he was willing to spend time depositing it bit by bit.

After stowing away all the cash and hiding the Katana, Zaire locked the basement door and went upstairs.

Entering his home, Zaire seemed to leave all his troubles outside the door.

He carefully took a shower and then found some food in the refrigerator.

As the cold food slowly entered his stomach, Zaire began to regain the familiar feeling of safety that came with being at home.

He did not wake his aunt, who was still asleep, and after eating, he returned to his bedroom.

Placing the plasma handgun next to his pillow, he fell asleep slowly.

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Twenty-three bodies of children were lined up in a row, neatly arranged on the floor.

Thirteen bloody and mutilated heads formed a horrific mound in front of the children's bodies.

It seemed like both a memorial and a release of rage.

This was the horrifying scene that greeted the tardy New York police when they first stepped into the wrecked toy store.

At that moment, the faces of both experienced officers and new recruits turned pale.

They could not endure the rising urge to vomit and rushed outside to the parking lot to heave.

Despite repeated orders from their superiors, no one was willing to enter the scene a second time.

Work-related repercussions were secondary compared to the psychological scars that would last a lifetime.

Thus, this awkward situation continued until the FBI intervened early, barely starting the basic investigation of the toy store.

But even the seasoned FBI agents were at a loss when faced with the complex identities of the numerous dead and the unclear nature of the case.

Especially since the children's bodies might be related to previous news reports about child abductions.

The FBI began hoping that this hot potato would be passed up the chain for other departments to handle...

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"Zaire!"

Zaire was awakened from his sleep by his aunt's voice.

He opened his eyes to see his aunt, dressed in pajamas, standing at the bedroom door.

His aunt never entered his room without reason.

Taking a deep breath, Zaire got up and asked, "Aunt? What's wrong?"

"Big news! Stark!"

His aunt, excitedly waving her arms, described to Zaire, "That billionaire Tony Stark has revealed his identity as a hero!"

Zaire's brow furrowed as he blinked.

Could it be? So soon?

He got up and followed his aunt into the living room.

The television was repeatedly showing Stark revealing his Iron Man identity.

Even though Zaire kept switching channels, every station was reporting the same story.

The billionaire Stark had returned after going missing and had turned into a superhero.

This was the current explosive news, completely overshadowing the earlier child abduction case, which had become yesterday's news.

Even his aunt, who had been informed about heroes by Zaire, was now caught up in the excitement.

Not to mention the public, who needed daily entertainment and distraction.

However, Zaire wasn't particularly thrilled.

Stark's revelation of his hero identity had thrown the entire world into a chaotic state filled with bizarre characters.

Especially with heroes like Daredevil, who used to be mere regulars in police files and urban legends in the steel city.

From now on, as superheroes emerged, more dangerous supervillains would also appear.

Seeing his aunt start to use her phone to share various gossip, Zaire, increasingly overshadowed by a sense of crisis, decided to proceed with his next simulation.

The cooldown period required him to purchase a large amount of weaponry to replenish his supplies.

After all, the dirty money needed a way to be converted into Zaire's power.

Zaire told his aunt he was heading back to his room.

Instead of immediately starting the simulation, he sat cross-legged on the floor.

Calmly, Zaire offered a brief but fervent prayer to the Emperor.

"Emperor, grant me your blessing!"

With a solemn expression, Zaire activated the simulator.

After encountering an evil god in his previous simulation as a Krieg Grenadier, Zaire hesitated for a moment and chose random arrival.

[Simulation starting—]

[Current identity: catachan Newbie, Krieg Grenadier.]

[Please select arrival identity]

[If you refuse, it will be randomly assigned.]

[Identity selection refused]

[Simulation starting—]

[You have arrived in the Warhammer universe]

[Time: Unknown]

[Location: Galaxy—Unknown Star System—Pelea]

[You have arrived on the surface of a planet.]

[You find yourself inside an escape pod.]

[You don't have time to observe your surroundings.]

[You are assaulted by an overpowering, nauseating stench.]

[You fall into uncontrollable unconsciousness.]

["...Political Officer... Another one..."]

[You seem to hear some noise before losing consciousness completely.]

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