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On the way home, a smile played on Clark's lips. "I think my disguise today was acceptable. With the help of my virtual personalities, I should be at the level of an excellent human commander.
"It was clear that Clark, who had no experience in war or command, had misunderstood something. He had no idea just how incredible his performance had been.
He thought he was merely an excellent commander, but his execution was at the very pinnacle of what humans were capable of. Of course, to be able to consistently perform at that peak was, in itself, not human. But young Clark had yet to realize this.
Meanwhile, in a cave base belonging to the Ten Rings gang, the scene was a stark contrast to the barren desert outside. Inside, a new world of metal and advanced technology had been built.
A sharp-eyed observer would notice that key parts of the facility were constructed from ultra-high-tensile steel from Parker Industries. While countries that had obtained this material were still running experiments, this terrorist organization had managed to acquire it and was already putting it to practical use.
In the deepest part of the cave, a man with long hair, a gaunt face, and a murderous aura sat on a high throne. He was The Mandarin. On the steps below him, a kneeling man named Killian, a capitalist who had once received help from Parker Industries, was apologizing.
"Great Mandarin, I apologize for the great loss you have had to endure," Killian said.
The loss was indeed great. The Mandarin, born in 1920, was immortal and possessed magical powers. He had accumulated a vast fortune, so the money lost in the day's battle was insignificant. The real loss was his soldiers. No matter how powerful he was, he needed his subordinates to help him rule the world.
The Mandarin, however, did not blame the man before him or his organization, A.I.M., also known as Advanced Idea Mechanics. A.I.M. was a group of brilliant but deranged scientists dedicated to advancing technology.
In the Mandarin's view, they had long since forgotten their original purpose and, like him, now sought to rule the world. While the two organizations were rivals, they could still work together when necessary, as they were now against Stark Industries.
The Mandarin wanted Stark Industries itself, while A.I.M. wanted their technology. It was a perfect match. But after yesterday's failure, the terms of their cooperation had to be renegotiated.
"I have no use for your apology," The Mandarin said. "I only require a solution."
Killian nodded. They had previously obtained intelligence on the equipment Tony Stark had provided the mercenaries and had created weapons that far surpassed them. Yesterday's battle was an experiment, but the enemy's "cheating" command had nullified their advantage, and they had been defeated.
"We have created something new. Using our current technology, combined with the magical technology you provided, my lord, we have a brand new weapon. Tomorrow, we will definitely be able to repel the rabble Tony Stark has sent."
"I hope so," The Mandarin said.
The next day, Clark didn't go to Tony's villa. Parker Industries had its own business to attend to, and he couldn't spend the rest of the war helping out. But the fighting didn't stop.
The military commanders Tony had invited took over the command, working with the virtual personalities Clark had left behind. They got a taste of what future wars would look like, with a human commander at the center, an AI feeding them real-time data, and the commander making the final calls. It was a thrill.
But gradually, the tide of battle began to turn. It wasn't because the virtual personalities were underperforming, or because Clark's absence was a mistake.
It was because the enemy had deployed new, extremely powerful weapons. These local soldiers weren't armed with modern firearms; they carried medieval longswords and wore knight-like armor from fantasy novels.
But with every swing of their swords, they unleashed a massive energy wave that sliced through everything in its path. Their armor could generate special energy barriers that deflected all attacks. Not even Stark's missiles and ultra-high-tensile steel armor-piercing rounds could break through.
"How is this possible?" Everyone was in shock.
At that moment, the virtual personalities sent an alert to Clark, who was handling business at Parker Industries. "Special weapons?"
Clark immediately used his super vision to observe the battlefield. The situation had completely reversed. The greater their victory yesterday, the greater their defeat today. "No, if this keeps up, these mercenaries will be wiped out."
Clark looked at the documents on his desk, processed the next hour's worth in a single second, and vanished from his office. He was replaced by Superman, who cut through the sky toward the battlefield. "That special weapon⊠is it magic? Whatever it is, I have to get there and save those people."
In less than a second, he flew from the United States to the desert battlefield. Both sides saw him arrive.
"It's SupermanâŠ"