Accompanied by the roar of an engine, a supercar streaked across the road and sped toward the airport.
Tony slammed on the brakes, executing a graceful drifting arc before bringing the car smoothly into a parking space.
Before Tony could even get out, the passenger door was kicked open.
Roger stumbled out, dropped to one knee, and immediately began vomiting, forcefully bringing up even the porridge he’d eaten that morning.
With a grin on his face, Tony walked over and gently patted Roger on the back.
“Oh! My precious little baby! Daddy’s here. Don’t be scared! Don’t be scared!”
“Tony! What the hell are you doing? You were three whole hours late!”
Colonel Rhodes practically roared the words.
Then he noticed Roger kneeling on the ground, looking completely miserable, and his expression grew even more bewildered.
“What the hell have you two been doing?!”
…
A short while later, the plane took off.
The three of them sat inside a luxurious private cabin while Colonel Rhodes continued lecturing Tony nonstop, criticizing him for his irresponsibility and reckless behavior.
Seeing Roger looking like a half-dead dog, Tony suddenly had an idea.
“Come on, don’t be mad! I was only late because of this kid. Just look at him—he’s thrown up so much! Hahaha!”
Roger nearly failed to catch his breath after hearing that and immediately broke into a fit of coughing.
While giving Tony an unmistakable rude hand gesture, Roger accepted the support of a blonde flight attendant and headed toward one of the private rooms to rest.
The sight only made Tony laugh even harder.
After entering the room, Roger took Tony’s wallet, grabbed a thick stack of U.S. dollars from inside, and slipped it into the blonde attendant’s neckline.
Looking reluctant, he said,
“You’re gorgeous. It’s a shame I really need some rest. When the plane’s about to land, could you wake me up, my hot girl?”
“It would be my pleasure to serve you, Mr. Roger.”
Faced with the irresistible power of cash, the blonde’s smile became even brighter.
She carefully arranged Roger’s pillow, flashed him a flirtatious wink, then quietly closed the door behind her as she left.
Watching such a stunning flight attendant walk away, Roger couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.
But…
They were about to arrive at the airbase in Afghanistan.
Poor little Tony.
He still had no idea that the most miserable three months of his life were about to begin.
Enjoy yourself while you still can.
Party all you want.
After today…
It’ll practically be like being reborn.
After taking several deep breaths to calm himself, Roger waved a hand and retrieved a pile of items from the system storage.
LEGO bricks.
Jigsaw puzzles.
Brushes, ink, and xuan paper.
And a 200-kilogram barbell.
As his breathing gradually steadied and his concentration sharpened, Roger focused his telekinesis on the training tools before him.
Using nothing but his mind, he assembled intricate LEGO creations.
He repeatedly lifted and lowered the 200-kilogram barbell in midair.
At the same time, he manipulated a calligraphy brush to practice writing elegant Chinese characters on the xuan paper.
After only a little more than ten minutes, two streams of blood trickled from his nose.
This was the consequence of excessively overloading his brain with telekinetic power.
Roger set everything down, withdrew his telekinesis, wiped away the nosebleed with the back of his hand, and lay flat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
As someone who had awakened telekinesis on his own, Roger possessed a talent unique to himself—
Enhancement.
The raw strength of Roger’s telekinesis far surpassed that of all three protagonists from Chronicle.
Moreover, he possessed two additional telekinetic talents.
His growth rate was practically equivalent to the combined training speed of all three protagonists.
His telekinetic abilities improved at an astonishing pace.
After just a single night of training, Roger could already lift a 200-kilogram object with his mind.
That level of strength was already considered Level 3 Strength, beyond what an ordinary human could achieve.
Roger was taking advantage of every spare moment to train his telekinesis.
His goal was to become capable of manipulating firearms remotely in a short period of time—
As if he had more than a dozen invisible hands—
Controlling multiple weapons simultaneously to “accurately” eliminate his enemies.
Roger possessed all of Hawkeye’s natural talent for archery.
For this battle, a bow would be his ideal weapon.
However, facing the overwhelming gunfire of the Ten Rings and the relentless assault of Erik Killmonger…
Roger felt he needed to be just a tiny little bit more prepared.
The next moment, two test tubes appeared before him.
One glowed with a crimson light.
The other shimmered with blue.
Suspended in midair, the mysterious serums radiated an otherworldly brilliance.
Roger pulled out the corks and drank both serums in one gulp.
Then he crossed his legs, entered a meditative posture, and did his best to empty his mind.
These two serums had been extracted from Andrew and Steve during his earlier exploration of Chronicle.
Using the Alchemy Synthesis Station, Roger had removed all traces of their memories and emotions from the serum, leaving behind only the purest essence of their telekinetic power.
Afterward, the system put the serums through eighteen refinement processes.
At the cost of $200,000, it infused them with the appropriate level of Power Origin, successfully producing a pair of VIP Deluxe Power Serums.
Originally, Roger had intended these serums for Tony Stark.
But Little Tony didn’t have the time for that right now.
Roger himself needed greater strength to ensure both his own safety and Tony’s.
So he had no choice but to use them first.
It wasn’t that Roger couldn’t secretly mix the serum into Tony Stark’s drinking water.
The problem was that the system’s safety regulations explicitly required the recipient’s consent before any serum could be administered.
Roger had no interest in trying to explain the origin of something like this to Stark.
At this stage, it was only logical to prioritize all available resources for his own development first.
One of the telekinetic serums would increase Roger’s telekinetic control talent by 90%.
The other would enhance his telekinetic growth potential.
Together, they were the ultimate booster for his current rate of development.
After drinking both serums, Roger’s cultivation speed became equivalent to 4.8 different versions of himself, each possessing different talents, training simultaneously.
A strange humming sound echoed continuously within his mind.
Roger felt his consciousness overflow from his body and spread outward.
It enveloped nearly half the aircraft.
He sank into a contradictory state that was both ethereal and utterly vacant.
…
More than ten hours passed in the blink of an eye.
The aircraft gradually descended through the clouds and landed on the runway.
Roger stored everything back into the system warehouse before opening the door, his body exhausted.
Tony, who had been waiting outside, froze on the spot.
“Uh…”
“You…”
“…Take care of yourself, brother.”
Stark patted Roger’s shoulder with a meaningful expression.
Roger: “???”
…
After getting off the plane, Roger watched Tony and the military officers walk off into the distance.
A heavy feeling suddenly settled over him.
Back when he had watched the movie, all he had thought was:
“Damn! The Mark III armor looks awesome!”
“Damn! That missile is incredible!”
Now, however…
He was the one who had to face those dangerous terrorists.
And perhaps an extremely dangerous supervillain as well.
For Roger, who hadn’t even killed a chicken in his previous life, the thought left him deeply conflicted.
If he hadn’t drawn Shi Aimin’s combat skills…
Would he end up getting blown apart by a stray missile in the middle of the battle?
“Mr. Roger! Why are you standing here?”
“Colonel Rhodes has already arranged rooms for us. They’re just ahead.”
Happy, carrying a suitcase in each hand while wearing a large pair of sunglasses, looked at Roger in confusion.