Marvel : The God Of Punishment System

Jason's energy reserves reached their absolute limit.

He could feel his skin beginning to crack under the strain, the power coursing through his body threatening to tear him apart from within.

Now or never!

In one explosive moment, countless silver dragons of pure energy soared skyward from his body, racing toward the falling cluster bombs like two armies colliding in mid-air, engaging in a ferocious battle of light against death!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Violent explosions erupted with Jason as their epicenter, creating a rippling shockwave that spread across the night sky.

The entire cityscape of New York was bathed in crimson as the detonations illuminated the darkness. No matter where they were in the city, people found themselves drawn outdoors or pressed against windows, transfixed by the apocalyptic spectacle unfolding above them.

Jason functioned as a living conduit, channeling the colossal electrical energy generated by the Arc Reactor and dispersing it throughout the atmosphere. Every cluster bomb encountered his intercepting energy, resulting in premature detonation before they could reach the ground.

The people of New York witnessed this unparalleled display of power—a deadly fireworks show that signified their salvation rather than their doom.

Pepper Potts, gazing upward, recognized the figure wreathed in lightning. Her heart skipped a beat as the realization hit her.

Below Jason's position, Stark watched the magnificent scene with amazement, but his attention remained fixed on Jason himself. He was utterly stunned by the raw power being displayed.

Suddenly, a thought that had previously flickered through his mind—one he had initially dismissed—grew more insistent.

Since returning from Afghanistan, he had investigated clues about the "Day of Mourning" incident. He had conducted thorough research on the mysterious "Death Devil" that had terrorized the terrorists.

What struck him most was the timing—the entity had only appeared during the period when he himself was trapped in the cave. And even more curiously, if he narrowed the timeline further, the appearance roughly coincided with Jason's arrival in Afghanistan.

Could there be some connection between them?

As he watched Jason saving half of New York City in mid-air, Stark fell into deep contemplation.

Jason remained oblivious to Stark's internal deliberations.

From his perspective, he had completed his mission perfectly—except for one minor detail...

His lightning had accidentally struck a fighter jet that had ventured too close to the danger zone. He winced internally. Nothing I could do about that. The pilot got too close, and now I have no idea where he ended up.

After the cluster bombs had completely detonated across the sky, a rain of superheated shrapnel began to fall. Although this created significant property damage, miraculously, it caused no casualties.

As the dazzling flames in the sky gradually dissipated, Jason slowly descended toward the ground.

He'd noticed many people recording him with their phones, cameras, and camcorders throughout the entire ordeal.

No hiding my appearance anymore.

But he wasn't particularly troubled by this development.

He had anticipated this possibility when forming the Avengers. A timid, mysterious figure wasn't suited to lead an organization dedicated to saving the world. That approach would only breed more suspicion and distrust.

The title "Savior of Millions" would function as an invisible shield for him. Any organization or individual who might consider moving against him would need to factor in the public's adoration. Combined with his extraordinary abilities, it provided double insurance!

Additionally, this title would grant him unparalleled appeal and influence.

Won't the X-Men practically fall into my lap now?

A thought suddenly occurred to him. Didn't Professor Xavier claim they would emerge during a major disaster? Where is that bald bastard? Professor, professor... you're not playing games with me, are you?

Beyond receiving the "Savior of Millions" title, Jason also earned a gold-tier gift package.

Obadiah, whom he had incapacitated earlier, had succumbed to his injuries shortly afterward. As a gold-tier target.

Jason opened it without much ceremony.

The star rating wasn't particularly high, and his luck seemed middling at best, but he still obtained 32 attribute points, which he immediately allocated to strength.

Upon landing, he noticed Stark studying him with an intense, contemplative expression.

"What's wrong with you?" Jason asked.

"Nothing," Stark replied, though his tone suggested otherwise.

Jason chose not to press the matter. Instead, he smiled and asked, "Stark, how would you like a nickname?"

"What?"

"How about I bestow the name 'Iron Man' upon you from now on?"

Iron Man. As Stark mentally repeated the name, an inexplicable surge of satisfaction rose within him. This reaction surprised him somewhat. That's odd. Don't I usually dislike hand-me-downs?

"From now on, you'll be Iron Man, and you won't have to be called 'The Human Can Man' anymore!"

Stark's expression darkened slightly. "I've never been called 'The Human Can Man'!"

Jason shrugged innocently. "That's what they called you on TV. I didn't told them to say it..."

"That old bastard Jameson must have taken a bribe!"

Jason blinked with exaggerated innocence. "Hey now, don't make accusations without evidence. I'm telling you, he could sue you for defamation at any moment!"

He clapped Stark on the shoulder and added, "If you want to use the name, remember that royalties are due. Anyway, it's over now. I'm heading out."

Stark didn't respond. He gazed at the now-empty night sky and murmured to himself, "Is it really over?"

The following day, at his beachfront villa, Stark flipped through several channels, but every station was broadcasting the same interview.

In the small church, Jason, dressed in his priestly garments, stood beneath the cross, radiating an almost divine presence. The modest hall couldn't accommodate the throngs of reporters, resulting in crowds spilling outside the building and extending along the main street.

It wasn't just journalists—many ordinary citizens clutched bouquets, chanting the name they had only recently learned:

Jason.

This wasn't a mere press conference; it more closely resembled a rock star meet-and-greet.

Under the spotlight, Jason appeared composed and self-assured, speaking with effortless charisma.

"...My mother always said I was extraordinary from the day I was born, and that I was destined for greatness...

When I was two years old, I voluntarily shared my prized pear with my kindergarten classmates...

At age three, I broke open a large water container and saved..."

Beside Stark, Pepper, who had been passing through the room, found herself drawn to the television screen, pausing to watch.

Curiosity flickered across her features. "Is what Mr. Jason saying actually true?"

"Absolute garbage!" Stark retorted irritably. "He's just spinning tales for public consumption! These reporters and audiences happen to enjoy the narrative and are willing to believe it! The man is a qualified priest, I'll give him that much."

On screen, Jason delivered his closing remarks: "Ladies and gentlemen, my experiences have taught me that life's true value lies in constant self-improvement. We shouldn't measure our lives by their duration, but by their quality and impact.

I'm merely one of you who happens to have been blessed with extraordinary abilities. As an ordinary person with extraordinary powers, I will always stand alongside you all.

I shall continue the challenging mission of protecting all living beings, maintaining peace, and saving our world. No matter who or what challenges us, this commitment will never waver!"

"Woohoo!"

"You're my god!"

"Father, I'm a nun, and I want to bear your child..."

As he concluded, thunderous applause erupted from the gathered crowd, reverberating throughout the church and seemingly across all of New York City.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.

Nick Fury, Coulson, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanoff 'Black Widow', Clint Barton 'Hawkeye', and other senior agents huddled around a screen, watching the interview intently.

Fury clenched his fists in frustration. He recalled seeing this man briefly on the plane that had transported Stark back to New York. But when Stark had collapsed and chaos ensued, Jason had vanished, and Fury hadn't given him much thought afterward.

Who could have anticipated...?

He slammed his fist against the table. "Who the hell is this guy, really?"

Coulson's expression grew uncomfortable as he exchanged glances with Hawkeye before stepping forward.

"Sir, this is Father Jason."

"I know his damn name!"

"No, what I mean is—Hawkeye and I have encountered him before."

Fury paused momentarily, then quickly connected the dots. "During the Hell's Butcher operation?"

Coulson nodded. "At the time, I assumed he was just an ordinary civilian! I've conducted overnight research, and I'm now convinced he must share a close connection with both Daredevil and Iron Man. In fact, I believe he's affiliated with them."

Hawkeye interjected, "Or possibly, he's one of them!"

Nick Fury's eye narrowed coldly. "No wonder I've developed such an aversion to him—similar to my feelings toward that loose cannon, Iron Man."

After a moment's consideration, he turned to Hill. "Based on your assessment, how powerful is he?"

The moment Fury raised the question, everyone present understood his underlying intentions.

Agent Hill quickly shook her head. "Extremely powerful, sir! There's still too much we don't know about him to formulate an effective capture strategy. Plus, he's now New York's celebrated hero. This is definitely not an opportune moment to move against him!"

Fury nodded reluctantly. "Coulson, take Sitwell and Rumlow. Keep close surveillance on him. Gather any evidence of criminal activity or hidden secrets. I have a gut feeling this individual will eventually bring catastrophe upon us all!"

In the White House, the President was also watching Jason's televised interview.

He appeared haggard, deep furrows etched across his forehead.

These were challenging times for the administration.

As he observed the charismatic figure on screen, a thought crystallized: Could this man defeat that devil? Could he restore America's strength?

Or perhaps...

He held several photographs in his hand, including images of Obadiah's Iron Monger and Stark's Mark 3 armor.

These suits have potential too—and might be more manageable.

His contemplation was abruptly interrupted by gunfire erupting outside his office.

Several Secret Service agents burst through the door. "Mr. President, there's an assassin—we need to evacuate immediately!"

But they were already too late.

Before his eyes, a monstrous being with blue skin and a whip-like tail materialized in the Oval Office.

None of the agents who rushed to protect him stood a chance. They were swiftly incapacitated.

The President felt a wave of despair wash over him. Christ, is another U.S. President about to die in office?

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