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So this was a mother's love.
But why did it leave such a complicated taste in Lemu's heart?
Was it laughable?
Or did it simply hurt too much to watch?
Was it admirable?
Or just another tragedy, one of countless in this forsaken land?
In the end, all that remained was a faint but lingering sadness, a sorrow that refused to fade.
Lemu didn't say another word.
Instead, he dismantled the missile launcher on his arm, carefully unscrewing the tail fin from a projectile, leaving only a small, cylindrical core no longer than a finger's width.
A gift, small yet heavy with meaning.
He knelt once more and extended the device toward the little boy.
"A gift in return. Here—tap it, throw it, twenty meters away."
His voice was steady, neutral, betraying no emotion.
Though Lemu wasn't human, he possessed a universal communication ability, able to converse with any living being.
And thanks to the Great Sage, he had long since mastered every language known on Earth—reading, writing, and speaking them fluently.
The little boy hesitated only for a moment before reaching out from his mother's trembling arms.
His tiny fingers curled around the cool metal, his grip tightening as he nodded firmly.
"Mm!"
What Lemu had handed him was a specialized high-explosive grenade, light in weight but devastatingly powerful.
It had two modes:
• When launched from a weapon, it detonated on impact.
• When thrown manually, it triggered after a 3.5-second delay, allowing it to clear out enemies hidden behind walls or obstacles.
A single grenade wouldn't be enough to change his fate, nor grant him a future where he could live with dignity.
But if the time ever came…
He could at least fight back.
Or die with dignity, on his own terms.
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Lemu soared upwards once more, leaving the broken battlefield behind.
The familiar voice of Tony Stark crackled through the comms, as snarky as ever.
"Took you long enough, alien. I was starting to think you bailed."
Inside his helmet, Lemu chuckled softly.
He pointed to the tracks in the dirt below—a trail leading toward another settlement.
With a casual, almost teasing tone, he threw out the bait:
"Looks like the Ten Rings came from that direction. Want to take the lead?"
Stark didn't hesitate.
"Obviously. I'm always first."
With that, the Mark III blasted forward, streaking through the air like a missile.
Minutes later, another town came into view.
But unlike the last, this one was already lost.
This place wasn't just under attack—it was already fully occupied by the Ten Rings.
The buildings, the streets, everything had been converted into defensive positions, fortified and heavily armed.
And scattered across the open spaces?
Stockpiles of weapons and ammunition, crates stacked high—
All of them proudly stamped with the unmistakable logo of Stark Industries.
Not even hidden, just lying out in the open, as if mocking the man whose hands had built them.
Tony gritted his teeth and adjusted his flight path.
Lowering his altitude, he prepared for a precision strike, planning to obliterate every last weapon and the bastards who wielded them.
But just as he was about to fire—
A blur of movement flashed across his vision.
THOOM!
A deafening explosion tore through the air.
A surface-to-air missile had locked onto him.
The missile struck center mass, detonating directly against the Mark III's chest plate.
The force of the blast sent Stark spinning uncontrollably, fire and shrapnel scattering through the sky.
Alarms blared in his helmet.
Critical damage. Reactor stability compromised. Auto-repair engaged.
"Shit—!!"
Tony struggled to regain control, but the Mark III was plummeting—
Right into the heart of enemy territory.
Tony Stark plummeted like a falcon struck by an arrow, his Mark III armor spiraling out of control as he crash-landed into the earth below.
The missile that had struck him wasn't just any projectile—it was a Stark Industries "Tank Gun-Launched Missile."
As the name suggested, it was a guided missile launched from a tank's main cannon, boasting high initial velocity and automatic target locking.
A devastating piece of technology—and now, it had been turned against its own creator.
Floating effortlessly in midair, Ghost-1 came to an abrupt halt, its thrusters stabilizing.
Lemu watched as Stark smashed through a building, sending a shockwave of debris rippling outward.
Of course, he knew exactly where the missile had come from.
That tank had been right there the whole time.
Otherwise…
Why else would I have let Stark take the lead?
If you don't set your friends up for a little fun, are you really their friends? I mean you have to let them have a little fun with their millions of dollars armor.
Lemu opened the comms channel, his voice as calm as ever.
"So? How's the impact resistance on that new toy?"
The "Human Kinetic Equilibrium Control Device"—officially known as the Gravity-Field Beta Uniform Human Kinetic Regulation System—was a joint development between Lemu and Stark.
Its purpose?
To completely negate physical trauma from high-speed impacts as long as the armor remained intact and energy reserves weren't depleted.
Theoretically, it allowed the pilot to take damage like a video game character—losing armor integrity instead of suffering real injuries.
From the wreckage of a collapsed house, an armored hand suddenly shot up.
A strained, but very much alive, voice followed:
"I'm fine! I'm okay!"
Stark groaned, shaking off the dust and broken bricks.
"Armor integrity down eleven percent… but me? I feel like I just wobbled a little. No injuries at all!"
Then, after a pause—
"Ugh… okay, maybe just a little nausea…"
Lemu nodded thoughtfully, making a note.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., collect the Mark III's telemetry data and log it under 'Human Kinetic Regulation System Field Test #001.'"
He tapped a few buttons, disabling Ghost-1's recording function.
A rare smile crossed his face.
Blackmail material secured.
Meanwhile, Stark dragged himself up, shaking off the remaining rubble.
But before he could catch his breath, the culprit behind his crash was already repositioning for a second shot.
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