Chapter 21: The Will of the Cosmic Origin (Edited)

For the three reasons given by Clark, Tony felt it was complete nonsense, but after giving it some thought, he really couldn't come up with any counterarguments.

Looking at Clark standing in front of him with his underwear worn outside, Tony felt that at least for today, clothing was not something he could criticize.

As for the name Martha... that wasn't really a feature, at least that's what Tony thought.

However, he could tell from Clark's half-smiling expression that if he dared to question this aspect, Clark would boldly retort with "Does your mom also call you Martha?"

Of course, Tony's mom wasn't named Martha, so he had to steer away from this topic.

For a moment, Tony, the mouth cannon expert, was actually left speechless?

And as Tony made a fuss, everyone present noticed the superboy who left Tony Stark speechless, causing another wave of impression points to skyrocket, making Clark very pleased inside.

"Sir, although I shouldn't be speaking at this time, I still want to kindly remind you that he is not poor?"

Just as Tony was caught between a rock and a hard place, his mobile phone suddenly spoke up, helping him out of the awkward situation: "The young man in front of you is the owner of a gym in the center of Manhattan, New York, and also the author of this month's best-selling novel. Whether it's income or assets, he surpasses more than 80% of New Yorkers, definitely not poor by any means."

Hearing Jarvis's words, Tony's eyes lit up.

He had never thought of this before. Clark said he was poor, and Tony even took it for granted.

A few million in assets, in his eyes, that was nothing! But according to Jarvis, the guy in front of him, who shares the name with Superman, really isn't poor, at least in terms of assets and income, he's much better off than Superman.

"Jarvis, well done!" Tony patted his pocket collection satisfied, finally wearing a victorious smile: "Superboy, your lies have been exposed!"

But unexpectedly, Clark, whose lies were exposed, didn't show any sign of guilt. Instead, he righteously said: "Since we are discussing this issue at this ball today, then we can only compare it with the people here."

Saying this, Clark raised his right hand high, and with a voice as loud as a bell, asked loudly: "Who dares to be poorer than me!?"

No one answered...

Received +16666 impression points from Tony Stark!

Received +1666 impression points from Stephen Strange!

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Are you sick? Who cares to compare this with you, is being poor something to be proud of?

We are all wealthy people!

After counting the impression points, Clark showed a satisfied smile on his face, then looked at the future Iron Man who always wanted to find a sense of superiority over him, and suddenly said: "Super genius, playboy, philanthropist Tony Stark, although you have many auras, betting should be fair. Since I have answered one of your questions, dare you answer one of mine?"

Tony Stark frowned upon hearing this, then asked with a feigned calm: "What question?"

"Don't worry, it's just a simple math question, and it won't touch on any of your privacy," Clark said, pointing to Tony's chest, whether intentionally or unintentionally, right at the position written "Age: 16" on his student ID: "Old or not, don't you have a clue in your heart?"

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Tony took a deep breath, telling himself to maintain his composure and not to stoop to the level of a child.

After a while, Tony finally calmed down and once again showed a carefree smile, saying to Clark: "Okay, kiddo, I'm going to greet others now, have fun."

As Tony left, everyone gradually withdrew their gazes.

And Hope looked at Clark with a strange look: "Now probably everyone present will remember you, and it's impossible to forget in a short time. By the way, didn't you just say you're not from this circle and wanted to keep a low profile? Is this how you stay low-key?"

To Hope's teasing, Clark could only respond with a bitter smile: "I also want to keep a low profile, but my strength doesn't allow it!"

After the party, Clark refused Hope's offer to take him home and instead started running with the wind in his Superman costume.

On one hand, he wanted to make up for today's exercise, and more importantly, he needed to calm down and think about the future development direction.

In this perilous Marvel world, pursuing power is a must, and mastering combat is a basic necessity, but it cannot be the sole reliance.

After all, the ceiling of this path is a bit low, under normal circumstances, it could only reach the level of Black Widow, and a bit higher could be Captain America, Winter Soldier, Iron Fist, and Shang-Chi, but that would require some external help or rare inheritance.

But even if one reaches their level, what then?

These combat experts, tied together, wouldn't be enough for the Hulk to smash!

To truly take control of his destiny, he must find a higher limit of power. From the current abilities shown by the golden finger, apprenticing to the Ancient One seems like a good choice?

Mulling over various ways to obtain power in the Marvel world, Clark felt a bit thirsty and bought a bottle of mineral water from a roadside stall, gulping it down in one go.

"Kid, the music you're playing sounds pretty upbeat," the old man at the stall, seemingly attracted by the music of "Calories," casually said: "Listening to music can refine one's temperament, listening to more music will definitely be good for you."

Clark's mind was still focused on analyzing the various power systems in Marvel and didn't pay much attention to the old man's appearance. He just nodded perfunctorily to his kind reminder.

After throwing the empty mineral water bottle into the trash can, Clark continued running in his direction.

But before he had run two steps, a system notification suddenly sounded out of place.

Received impression points from the Cosmic Origin Will, automatically converted into a 'Random BGM Lottery Card'!