I became a weirdo in Marvel

"Okay, Mr. Osborn, this building is yours now." Tony Stark's voice echoed in the brand new building, as if announcing the beginning of a new chapter.

Tony sat in the spacious conference room, sunlight streaming in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting the bandaged wound on his arm.

Although he was injured, he looked relaxed and happy.

Opposite him, Norman Osborn sat slightly sideways with a faint smile on his face, as if everything was under his control.

"Thank you, Stark." Norman's voice was low and firm, with gratitude flashing in his eyes.

In the attack a few days ago, the Osborne Building was severely damaged, especially the lobby on the ground floor. Almost all of the supporting columns were broken. There is a risk of the entire building collapsing at any time and it can no longer be used as an office space.

Therefore, Norman had to look for another office building.

It just so happened that Tony had a newly completed building, so he sold it to Norman at a low price, solving his urgent problem.

"You're welcome." Tony smiled slightly, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

He is no longer the young man who competed with Norman for interests. After experiencing several life-and-death tests, he learned to cherish the people around him and even developed a feeling of mutual respect for his former rivals.

"Norman - you can also call me Tony directly - I would like to invite you to join the Illuminati that I founded." Tony's tone became serious, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

"Illuminati?" Norman frowned slightly, pondering the meaning of the name in his heart.

"Yes, the purpose of the Illuminati is to resolve crises that threaten the world and humanity. Currently, there are three of us, including me, and they are all people I recognize." Tony said frankly, his eyes firm and eager.

Norman pondered for a moment, feeling surprised by the proposal, but more excited.

He knew that joining the Illuminati would mean he could exert his influence on a larger stage.

"Okay, I can join." He finally nodded.

"Welcome." Tony couldn't help but smile brightly. He stood up and extended his uninjured hand to Norman.

Norman looked at Tony's outstretched hand, feeling a mixture of emotion.

He slowly reached out his hand and held Tony's.

Two of the richest men in the world clasped their hands, as if symbolizing a new beginning.

However, many strange images suddenly flooded into Tony's mind, shocking him.

He saw Norman's body replaced by a mysterious man in the mirror, sealed inside the mirror, lonely and desperate; he also saw the fake Norman snap his fingers, shattering the soul of the real Norman and turning it into invisible.

Shock and fear intertwined in Tony's heart, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"What?!" he thought to himself, the Norman Osborn in front of him was actually a fake?

Is the real Norman Osborn already dead?

All this was like a bolt from the blue, shocking him immensely.

Norman raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in confusion: "What's wrong, Tony, you don't look very well."

There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Ahem, my injury hasn't healed yet, so."

Tony quickly let go of his hand and coughed a few times to hide his inner turmoil. His apology was obvious: "Sorry, it seems I have to go home and rest right away."

Norman nodded with concern, a smile on his face: "Go back and rest, this world can't do without you."

There was a barely perceptible hint of smugness in his tone.

"Haha."

Tony smiled exaggeratedly, trying to hide his inner nervousness, and waved to Norman: "Okay, you have a lot of things to do, I won't bother you, bye."

"Goodbye." Norman watched Tony leave the office, and the smile on his face instantly turned mischievous.

He was secretly pleased with himself; Tony's shock and anxiety were exactly what he expected.

He had actively presented those images to Tony's mind, wondering how Tony would react, how he would deal with this disturbing secret.

The door slowly closed, and Norman felt a surge of satisfaction in his heart. He knew that he had gained the upper hand in this game, and the future situation would change because of him.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile, as if suggesting that a whole new plan was brewing.

As soon as he left the office, Tony's face instantly turned gloomy, as if dark clouds gathered in his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

His pace quickened noticeably, and his rapid steps echoed in the empty corridor, like the silent cry of his inner anxiety.

As his bodyguard, Happy had to follow hurriedly, secretly anxious in his heart.

"Wait, wait for me, boss!" Happy chased while breathing heavily, with a hint of helplessness and anxiety in his voice.

"Don't walk so fast, there are no monsters chasing you." He tried to ease the tense atmosphere with a joke, but he knew in his heart that Tony was not in a relaxed mood at the moment.

"Why not?" Tony thought to himself, with a darker look on his face.

What he was thinking of was not an ordinary monster, but the one that was more terrifying than any monster - Norman.

The man who was highly respected by the world has now become an inescapable shadow in his heart.

Tony opened the car door, got in, and slammed the door shut, as if trying to isolate himself from the outside world.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, but the uneasiness in his heart surged like a tide.

The scene just now replayed in his mind like a movie: the moment he shook hands with Norman, it was as if a door to a dark secret was opened.

Those real and shocking scenes made him feel extremely shocked.

The conversation between Norman and another person who called himself "Norman" seemed to reveal a shocking secret - the Norman he knew a few months ago was already an impostor.

"Have I been kept in the dark from the very beginning?" Tony's heart was filled with doubts and uneasiness.

He pinched his chin, frowned, and fell into deep thought.

Why would this imposter go to such great lengths to develop a superhuman serum? And why?
By giving mankind several more supermen, is his purpose really to save the world, or is there another conspiracy?
"Boss, where are we going now?" Happy, who was sitting in the driver's seat, finally couldn't help asking. He looked at Tony through the rearview mirror, trying to read some clues from his face.

Tony came back to his senses, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He whispered, "Let's go to the SHIELD headquarters or go home first."

He knew that returning home might help him calm down and clear his mind.

"Okay." Happy nodded, but he felt vaguely uneasy.

He knew that Tony's mood was definitely not simple, and this matter was much more complicated than he had imagined.

The car sped along the street. The dazzling sunlight penetrated the window and shone on Tony's face, outlining his inner tension and uneasiness.

After a long time, the car drove into Tony's mansion. He opened the door and got out of the car, but he felt like a huge rock was pressing on his heart, and he couldn't let it go. Happy followed closely behind him, observing Tony's expression, and was secretly worried.

"Boss, are you okay?" Happy asked cautiously, afraid to disturb Tony's thoughts.

Tony turned around and forced a smile, but that smile revealed helplessness and fatigue.

His voice was low but firm. “I’m fine. I just need some time to clear my mind.”

He knew that he had to face the secret and uncover the truth about Norman in order to find a solution.

"Okay, just tell me if you need anything." Happy smiled, his tone full of determination and trust.

His voice was like a warm current, instantly dispelling the haze in Tony's heart.

Happy patted his chest, making a crisp sound, as if swearing to Tony: "I will always be on standby."

At that moment, Tony felt an invisible force, as if with Happy's support, the burden on his shoulders was much lighter.

"Thank you, Happy." Tony's mouth corners raised involuntarily, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Although the outside world was full of uncertainty, with Happy by his side, his heart gradually settled down.

After saying goodbye to Happy, Tony walked into the underground laboratory, which was his safe haven, full of advanced technology and endless possibilities.

He walked to the experimental table, looked at the flashing camera above his head, and his tone became serious: "Jarvis, find me the news related to Norman Osborn in the past six months."

"Yes!" Jarvis' voice came from all directions, clear and powerful.

After several upgrades, Jarvis' computing power has reached an astonishing level, capable of processing massive amounts of information almost instantly.

Tony waited quietly, thinking about the various possibilities of Norman in his mind.

Soon, a series of information related to Norman appeared on the screen, like a vivid picture gradually unfolding.

Tony's eyes were as sharp as a hawk as he scanned the information, his brows slightly furrowed.

He discovered that although Norman's outward appearance did not seem to have changed much, those subtle details hinted at his inner fluctuations.

"This guy is really not that simple." Tony thought to himself.

He knew that the side effects of the superhuman serum were fatal. It could awaken the evil thoughts and desires deep within a person's heart, turning those who were once gentle and polite into extremely cruel people.

Norman, as a symbol of super wealth and power, is in no way immune to this change.

Tony's thoughts couldn't help but return to Harry Osbon.

Before being injected with the superhuman serum, Harry was a well-mannered young man who always had a bookish air about him.

However, the power of the serum was like a dark spell, making him irritable and indifferent, and he even beat the criminals to a pulp several times.

Such a change made Tony feel nervous. Norman was probably disguising himself from the beginning.

After coming to this conclusion, he took a deep breath and tried to calm the turmoil in his heart.

Tony knew that every clue in front of him might be the key to unlocking Norman's secret.

A sense of urgency ignited in his heart, as if he was facing an impending storm.

"Jarvis, continue to track Norman's movements, especially his recent actions." Tony's voice was firm and decisive, with determination flashing in his eyes.

"Understood, Tony." Jarvis' voice remained calm, providing invisible support for Tony's every decision.

As the information continued to update, Tony became more and more nervous.

The news related to Norman came like a tide, and Tony's mind kept appearing Norman's gloomy and cunning face.

He knew that in this game, he had to remain vigilant at all times, because every step Norman took could be the beginning of a conspiracy.

"What does he want?" Tony muttered to himself, his voice low and hoarse, his eyes flashing with confusion and anxiety.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, making a soft and rapid sound, as if keeping the rhythm of his chaotic thoughts.

What is Norman's goal? Is it power, wealth, or a deeper desire?

Countless possibilities flashed through Tony's mind, but each one made him feel deeply afraid.

He thought of Norman's sinister and cunning eyes, as if they could see through everything and analyze the deepest secrets in his heart one by one.

It felt like being held tightly by an invisible hand and unable to break free.

What kind of existence is the so-called person in the mirror? Is it the devil hidden in his heart, or a mysterious existence that he cannot resist?

These questions were like an invisible web, tightly entangling Tony's heart and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He felt suffocated, and his thoughts became increasingly confused, as if he was wandering in a dark abyss and could not find any way out.

"After he had these people injected with the superhuman serum and turned them into extremely powerful superhumans, would he let his companions take over their bodies?"

Tony's heart trembled, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

"No, it's very likely that it has already happened."

He imagined that the friends who had fought side by side with him were replaced one by one by the people in the mirror and turned into strangers he could not trust.

That feeling was like a sharp knife, cutting through the trust and sense of security in his heart.

When Tony thought of this, he felt a chill in his heart.

If this continues, there will soon be no one around him whom he can trust.

"This time, I can only rely on myself." Tony made up his mind secretly, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

He thought of the worst possibility, that most of the superheroes had become enemies and threats that he had to face.

Such a thought was like a blockbuster bomb, exploding in his mind and making him feel extremely heavy.

However, Tony did not intend to sit still and wait for death. He began to think about how to deal with all this and how to survive in this invisible war.

"I need a more powerful iron suit, and then find evidence to prove that Norman is a fake, and destroy him in one fell swoop!"

Tony walked quickly to the studio, with countless ideas flashing through his mind.

What he needs is not only a more powerful battle suit, but also the truth that can break Norman's conspiracy.

His hands tapped rapidly on the keyboard, and various data and drawings flashed on the screen, as if weaving a web for counterattack for him.

"Norman, I won't let you succeed!" (End of this chapter)