Marvel : The God Of Punishment System

Hundreds of lightning bolts engulfed the Abomination.

The blinding silver light rendered it unable to see anything.

It sensed danger instinctively but couldn't identify the source.

A series of dazzling flashes left its vision completely blank.

Suddenly, it felt powerful hands gripping its head, followed by a resonant voice: "Look into my eyes!"

Eyes? Where?

The creature's confusion deepened.

The voice continued, delivering judgment: "Feel it—every scream, every tear, every last breath you stole! Their pain is your judgment... and their wrath is your execution!"

"NO—"

A tortured howl echoed across the skyline, startling viewers watching the live broadcast.

They couldn't see what was happening within the tempest of lightning.

But as the electrical storm dissipated, they witnessed their beloved Savior of New York holding the monster's limp body aloft with one hand.

The monster... dead?

"WOOHOO!"

The audience erupted in jubilant cheers.

Jameson, reporting from the helicopter, was awestruck. This display of power far exceeded his boss, the "Human Can Man"!

Meanwhile, the Hulk finally navigated through the maze of skyscrapers and arrived at the battlefield.

He appeared confused. Why was his potential opponent kneeling? What were these tiny figures doing?

His rudimentary thought process couldn't analyze the situation, which only intensified his frustration. He needed to smash something!

Jason watched the Hulk wavering on the brink of losing it, then turned to Wolverine with urgency. "Quick—go hit him with that 'sun's getting real low' line before he smashes the entire block!"

"What?"

Wolverine had been intently focused on the formidable adversary before them, but Jason's instruction left him baffled.

"What's getting where?"

"This is a chance to end this confrontation instantly. Want to try? If you succeed, you'll be tonight's greatest hero. Extend your hand, approach slowly, and with your gentlest smile and softest voice, tell him Hey big guy, sun's getting real low..."

Wolverine hesitated as he regarded the green behemoth.

As he finally took a tentative step forward, Jason suddenly burst into laughter.

Wolverine's eyes narrowed as the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. "You son of a bitch... You set me up! If we weren't neck-deep in crisis right now, I'd carve my initials into your damn ribcage!"

Jason clapped him on the shoulder. "Watch carefully—I'll demonstrate how to handle monsters!"

With those words, he rocketed skyward.

Wolverine stood dumbfounded.

What the hell's goin' on here? You pickin' a fight or tuckin' tail? Make up your damn mind.

Jason flew directly toward the helicopter carrying General Ross and Betty. He tap on the window—TAP TAP—signaling for them to open the door.

Bewildered, General Ross hesitantly unlocked the rear hatch.

Jason entered and immediately spotted Betty, whose expression betrayed her distress.

"General Ross, might I borrow someone from you?"

When Ross noticed Jason's focused attention on his daughter, he understood the request immediately.

He erupted in anger. "Absolutely not! Are you planning to use her as—"

Jason ignored him and addressed Betty directly. "If you decline, I'll have no choice but to subdue him by force."

"I'll do it!"

Having witnessed Jason's capabilities firsthand, Betty nodded emphatically and rushed forward.

Jason secured her waist firmly and flew backward out of the helicopter.

Ross shouted furiously after them. "You bastard! Return my daughter! You'll get her killed!"

As the Hulk's rage approached its peak—his muscles tensing to pulverize everything in his vicinity—Jason landed before him with Betty in his arms.

The enraged Hulk instantly fell silent.

Jason returned to Wolverine's side with a satisfied nod. "See? That's the power of love."

Wolverine observed as the Hulk, remarkably pacified by Betty's gentle words, gradually reverted to human form.

Speechless, he could only offer Jason a begrudging thumbs-up.

Jason smiled and approached the now-human Bruce Banner. "Dr. Banner, it's a pleasure to meet you. I wonder if you might be interested in joining the Avengers—upholding justice, safeguarding the world, protecting innocent lives? We would welcome you wholeheartedly."

Dr. Banner remained silent, profound suspicion evident in his gaze.

Jason paused momentarily. "I neglected to mention that Miss Betty has agreed to join my research laboratory. Should you join the Avengers, you could work together. My facilities are located within the Avengers compound."

Betty glanced at Jason, surprised. Join his lab? This was the first she'd heard of such an arrangement.

Yet she didn't contradict him. Instead, she looked expectantly at Bruce.

Jason continued his pitch. "At the Avengers facility, you needn't worry about harming others. As you've seen, we all possess extraordinary abilities. Unlike General Ross, I won't force you into any conflict you wish to avoid. I could even employ you strictly as a researcher. And if you ever feel uncomfortable, you're free to leave. After all, few places in this world can truly contain you."

Banner seemed reluctant to accept, but Betty's hopeful expression gave him pause.

"...Alright."

Behind Jason, Wolverine shook his head and sighed. Love truly is the most effective cage!

The street battle concluded, and New York City resumed its normal rhythms.

The primary difference was the proliferation of Avengers coverage on television and promotional posters throughout the city.

In a fashionable nightclub, pulsating music and strobing lights assaulted the senses.

Fueled by alcohol and various illicit substances, young revelers twisted their bodies in wild abandonment, surrendering to primal urges.

Tony Stark, approaching forty, immersed himself in the bacchanalian atmosphere.

He gyrated against fellow dancers of both sexes, thoroughly intoxicated.

Through his alcoholic haze, he became aware of a warm sensation spreading across his lower abdomen.

Staggering to the restroom, he splashed water on his face, achieving momentary clarity.

Opening his shirt, he discovered horrifying blue-black veins spreading across his chest.

He withdrew a small device from his pocket, activated it with his thumb, and winced at the resulting sting. The readout displayed: Palladium concentration: 58%.

Drawing a deep breath, he acknowledged the grim reality—his time was running short.

Recently, he had been living like a man with nothing to lose, indulging in every conceivable excess.

He had relinquished control of his company to Pepper Potts and essentially disappeared from public view.

Formula One racing, countless liaisons with models, endless nightclub revelry... he desperately sought to counterbalance his mortality with fleeting thrills.

Glancing down at his soiled trousers, he considered changing them before dismissing the thought. Why bother?

Tossing the monitoring device into a waste bin, he lurched back toward the dance floor.

More music, more dancing!

With Nick Fury dedicating most of his resources to monitoring the Avengers and developing his Justice League, he failed to notice Stark's deteriorating condition.

Consequently, Black Widow had not been dispatched to observe him.

Pepper, overwhelmed by corporate responsibilities, inadvertently neglected her former boss.

Thus, when the self-destructive billionaire collapsed on the dance floor, no one of consequence noticed.

Except for...

When Stark regained consciousness, he found himself in what appeared to be a private booth.

The club's music continued to reverberate beyond the walls.

Seated opposite him was an elderly gentleman with meticulously slicked-back hair, dressed in an impeccable black suit with leather gloves, holding a cane topped with an ornate skull.

His refined appearance seemed utterly incongruous with the nightclub setting.

Yet inexplicably, Stark sensed an unusual aura emanating from this stranger.

"Tony Stark?"

"Who are you?"

The elderly man smiled. "I greatly admire your armor. A true masterpiece of engineering. You must possess the most brilliant mind on the planet."

"Indeed, I do. But again, who are you?"

"When you need to know, you will."

Stark stood unsteadily, massaging his throbbing temples.

He extracted a checkbook from his pocket and hastily scribbled an amount. "Here's your reward for dragging me to safety. Thanks. As for your identity... frankly, I'm not interested."

The man showed no offense. He accepted the check, examined it briefly, and smiled. "The legendary Stark truly is generous. However..."

He paused, his expression turning serious. "This sum is insufficient compensation for your treatment."

Stark's demeanor shifted instantly. He yanked open his shirt, finding the blue-black veins had vanished!

"You... you cured me?" he asked, astonished.

"Don't celebrate prematurely. I've merely temporarily purged the palladium from your system. Within days, the concentration will again reach lethal tiers."

Stark fell silent, resuming his seat. "Let me ask once more—who are you, and what do you want?"

The elderly gentleman smiled enigmatically. "I wish to propose an arrangement, Tony Stark."

He waved his hand, and inexplicably, the check burst into flames without any apparent source of ignition, disintegrating to ash.

President Freeman was thoroughly pleased with the Avengers' performance during the New York incident.

He allocated additional funding and expanded policy support for the team.

Jason's facility grew substantially.

Beyond the Avengers' training complex, it now included educational facilities and dormitories for mutants, along with several research buildings divided into classified and unrestricted sections.

Jason's primary focus remained the Thunder Armor project. After consulting with Anton and his son, he decided to visit Stark Tower.

Soon, he arrived at Pepper's office, dressed in an elegant blue suit and bearing a box of fresh cherries.

Upon seeing him, Pepper rose enthusiastically. "Father Jason, it's been too long! You know, neither Tony nor I have properly thanked you for saving our lives. My sincere apologies!"

"Indeed. I'm particularly wounded that you never invited me for coffee."

Pepper blushed slightly. "I've been overwhelmed lately, especially after Tony suddenly transferred company leadership to me..."

At that moment, a commentator's voice emanated from the television: "It's difficult to comprehend Stark's decision to appoint his secretary as CEO of Stark Industries! What qualifications does she possess? She lacks any executive experience whatsoever..."

Pepper's complexion paled instantly.

Jason reassuringly patted her hand. "Don't let it trouble you. Skepticism is inevitable. There will always be detractors, but I'm confident in your ability to manage this enterprise successfully."

Pepper nodded, though her spirits remained dampened.

Jason shrugged lightly. "Don't allow their negativity to affect you, or I stand to lose considerably."

"Why is that?" Pepper asked, puzzled.

"Since your appointment, I've acquired substantial Stark Industries stock! Besides, if you can handle someone as challenging as Tony Stark, a mere corporation should pose no difficulty."

"You're absolutely right!" Pepper finally smiled.

They chatted about various topics until the phone on her desk suddenly rang.

Pepper looked apologetic. "Mr. Jason, I'm afraid my flight is departing soon..."

"No problem!" Jason rose promptly.

Pepper collected the cherries. "These look delicious. I'll enjoy them during my flight."

They walked out together. At the doorway, Jason paused briefly, examining a display model in the corner.

Pepper quickly explained, "That's a three-dimensional map of the Stark Expo grounds that Howard left for Tony years ago. It's been here ever since."

Jason was well aware of its significance.

In fact, one of the buttons on his shirt concealed a miniature scanner with exceptional penetrative capabilities, which had already recorded the entire three-dimensional image.

After a momentary hesitation, he continued walking.

As they reached the main lobby, Jason suddenly snapped his fingers. "I almost forgot—I have another gift for you."

"Oh?" Pepper appeared surprised.

Jason produced an elegant box and opened it, revealing an exquisite sapphire necklace.

"It seems inappropriate for someone as beautiful as you to have nothing adorning your neck."

"This is... such an extravagant gift. I couldn't possibly—"

Jason feigned disappointment. "This is my first time presenting a necklace to a woman. You wouldn't send me away dejected, would you?"

"Well..."

"I assure you, there are no ulterior motives. It's simply a token of appreciation."

Pepper wavered. "You're certain there's nothing more to it?"

"Absolutely certain."

After considerable hesitation, she relented. "Well... alright then."

Jason swiftly removed the necklace from its case. "Allow me to help you put it on."

"What? No, Mr. Jason—there are people watching!"

Neither noticed Tony Stark standing frozen in the lobby entrance, his expression suggesting he'd been struck by lightning.

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