Tony Stark's Malibu beach house stood majestically on the cliffside. The entire villa, sprawling over a large area, had been remodeled by Allens, equipped with numerous advanced facilities.
Agent Phil Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D., accompanied by two agents, arrived at the villa. His mission this time was to invite the recently world-famous Iron Man, Tony Stark, to join the Avengers Initiative proposed by Captain Steve Rogers.
Although Coulson didn't quite understand why it was called "Avengers," according to Captain Rogers, before the endgame, all superheroes would be known by that name.
As for the one they were meant to avenge— it was undoubtedly Thanos, the being who wiped out half the universe with a single snap of his fingers.
"The personality of Tony Stark... Captain Rogers really gave me a tough assignment,"
Coulson muttered with a helpless expression. Still, as one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s model agents, retreat was never an option, no matter how difficult the mission.
Click.
Behind Coulson, one of the agents—stern-faced and alert—took a single step forward before the ground beneath him cracked open. In an instant, several mechanical arms shot out from beneath the concrete, clanking and twisting into position.
Clank! Clank! Clank!
Within seconds, a three-meter-tall mechanical figure emerged, its entire body composed of overlapping metal plates. It had no face—only a single red, glowing eye in the center of its head, radiating a chilling aura.
"This road is blocked. Anyone who crosses will die."
The cold, mechanical voice echoed as the red pupil flared. Lines of light traced across its armor like veins, glowing ominously.
"Holy shit! What the hell is that thing?!"
The agent who had moved first froze in terror, his hand instinctively grabbing his pistol. But even with the gun in hand, he felt no sense of security—only dread.
"Damn it! What kind of monster did Tony Stark build this time?!"
another agent shouted, drenched in cold sweat. The overwhelming pressure from the towering machine made breathing difficult—especially under the gaze of that single, glowing red eye.
Coulson sighed. "Captain Rogers really knows how to give me the best assignments."
Though fear gripped his chest, he stepped forward anyway. As the future director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Phil Coulson had no choice but to face it head-on.
He looked up at the massive robot, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"Hey, Mr. Stark! Is this how you treat your guests?"
Despite the tension, he spoke with practiced calm, knowing full well that the machine before him was likely controlled by J.A.R.V.I.S.
"Agent Phil Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D. requesting entry," he announced.
Inside the villa's private lab, Allens was busy designing a new prototype for his Super Steel battle suit when J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice echoed through the speakers.
"Sir, Agent Phil Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D. is here."
Allens paused briefly, glanced at the holographic display, and smirked.
"Wanda, sweetheart, go greet our future S.H.I.E.L.D. Director."
Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff, who had been practicing her psychic control nearby, floated toward him. Her crimson eyes softened as she smiled.
"Leave it to me, Mr. Allens."
She kissed him gently, then raised her right hand to her forehead.
Clack-clack-clack.
Nanotech armor—designed by Allens—rapidly unfolded across her body, covering her in sleek metallic plating that accentuated her figure.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., activate the shapeshifting module," Wanda ordered.
"Shapeshifting module activated," replied J.A.R.V.I.S.
The nanotech armor began to shift and morph, its surface plates rearranging until Wanda perfectly resembled Allens himself.
Allens watched with amusement as "he" left the lab, then turned back to his work. Since his intelligence had increased a thousandfold, inspiration had been flooding his mind like wildfire. The Light of Genius—a term once used for Tony Stark—now truly belonged to him.
Countless new designs flashed before his eyes. But what thrilled him most was the faint hope of breaking the quantum entanglement state of Origin Magic Energy.
"Sentry, disarm," Allens ordered coldly.
Outside, the towering three-meter robot—known as Sentry—received the command. Its red eye pulsed once, then dimmed to blue as a glowing energy field enveloped it. In seconds, it vanished into thin air.
Allens smirked. "A little gift for the Avengers... or perhaps, for the God of Thunder himself."
Back in the lab's center, a massive, clock-like metallic structure was nearing completion. Blue quantum currents arced around it like lightning, radiating immense energy.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., that silver finish looks boring. Paint it gold."
"Understood, sir."
Jets of gold nanocoating sprayed over the surface, transforming the structure into a dazzling golden clock. The blue quantum energy coursing through it made it appear both majestic and terrifying.
"Sir, would you like to name this device?" J.A.R.V.I.S. asked.
A satisfied grin spread across Allens' face. This was his first true masterpiece—his proudest creation.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., call it The Big Clock."
He pondered briefly, then nodded with finality.
The Big Clock had a function reminiscent of Zilean's Chronoshift from League of Legends—capable of manipulating time and space through quantum energy.
But that wasn't all.
Allens had integrated a powerful prediction module inside the Big Clock, allowing him to foresee possible futures.
With a thought, he could activate the device, observe countless timelines, or even reverse time itself—just like the Sorcerer Supreme.
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