Marvel: Devour to Evolve From Naruto

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Black Heaven Unit 16, 18, 22.

No wonder they say he's cursed with intelligence.

Ron couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, right. I also need a battle suit."

"No extra power, just protection."

With his current strength, armor wouldn't boost him much.

Tony's suits still weren't on par with the Hulk.

And as for Ron himself?

At full power, he could barely match Abomination.

If he was willing to be bedridden for half a month, unlocking the Seventh Gate of the Eight Gates Release could multiply his power dozens of times.

That would make him only slightly weaker than Abomination.

After all, movies are just movies—budget constraints.

In the real world, a single fight could level an entire block.

Tony nodded calmly. "No problem, I'll have it ready for you tomorrow."

For him, making an exoskeleton-like battle suit was effortless.

Didn't even need to think about it.

The only thing that mattered was using the best materials.

Apparently, the military had developed some 'Adamantium Alloy'?

Might as well get some from Nick Fury.

I mean, seriously? He's designing battle armor, and they're not giving him the best metal? What

kind of joke is that?

Ron seemed to have made up his mind about something, his expression softening a little, though

he still looked a bit irritated.

Tony's eyes flickered with an idea.

"Oh, by the way, I'm hosting a party tonight."

"I need time to modify your suit."

"As Stark Industries' second-largest shareholder—my dear brother—you should attend."

Ron frowned. "Not going."

He had zero interest in these kinds of events.

As the saying goes, society has its hierarchy.

Look up, and all you see are asses.

Look down, and all you see are fake smiles.

Especially in a money-driven country like the U.S.

The Stark name alone represented the highest class.

Sure, he wouldn't have to deal with asses, but at these parties, it was all about fake smiles.

Just thinking about it was annoying.

Not to mention dealing with endless small talk and fake pleasantries.

If he attended as himself, he could ignore whoever he wanted.

Didn't want to talk? Fine. Just tell them to get lost.

But representing Tony? That was a different story.

Even if Tony didn't care, Ron still had to play along.

Tony gave him a push. "Come on, just go. Think of it as a favor for me upgrading your suit."

"…Fine."

As Ron walked away, Tony suddenly spoke up.

"Jarvis, notify Happy. We're throwing a party in Stark's name."

"Tonight at six."

"Make it… not twelve hours, too long. Five to six hours. End it by eleven—Ron doesn't like staying up late."

"Oh, and invite as many beautiful women as possible from all walks of life."

"Students, doctors, flight attendants, young and attractive professionals—no restrictions.

The more, the better."

"Understood, sir."

6:30 PM, Queens, Flushing

The venue where Stark usually held expos had been transformed into a grand party hall.

The event had already been going for half an hour.

As soon as word got out that Stark was hosting a party, anyone who could make it in half a day

had rushed over.

Opportunities like this didn't come often.

You never knew who you might meet—someone you'd never get a chance to see in your lifetime.

And tonight, you might just get the opportunity to make them your connection.

Of course, the biggest name here was Tony Stark himself.

Even a casual word from Stark could shower wealth upon most of the attendees.

"Why was this party put together so last minute?"

"Maybe Stark's unveiling some new invention…"

"I heard Tony's not coming?"

"Yeah, I heard that too. Instead, it's Ron Stark, the second-largest shareholder."

"Second-largest shareholder? Please. Tony gave him those shares."

"Exactly! Just some adopted Asian baby. And now he's not even here yet? Acting like he owns the

place."

The moment those words left the guy's mouth, the crowd around him immediately backed away.

A full three-meter radius of empty space formed around him.

The clueless ones were confused and asked their neighbors.

After getting the answer, they looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Remember his face! Never work with this guy—he's got no brain!"

"Damn it! I actually have business dealings with him!? I'm canceling the contract first thing

tomorrow!"

No one here was dumb.

Even if Ron wasn't Tony's biological brother.

Even if he were just some rich second-gen freeloading off his fortune.

The fact that Tony willingly gave him half his shares meant he was untouchable.

Running your mouth carelessly around someone like that?

A big no-no.

One wrong word could bring disaster.

Not just for the speaker, but for anyone listening too.

Another half hour later.

A silver Audi R8 pulled up at the venue entrance.

Tony's car.

Ron never bothered buying his own.

Back in his past life, he dreamed of driving a luxury car.

But now, having everything he ever wanted?

He couldn't care less.

Funny how that works—

The things you can't have always seem the most desirable.

Ron hadn't even stepped out yet when the guests at the entrance recognized the car.

They knew the host had arrived.

And when Ron, looking effortlessly cool and sharp, stepped out—

A crowd immediately swarmed him, eager to make their introductions.

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