[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-150":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel: The Villain",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1085878,1417,"Chapter 150","marvel-the-villain-chapter-150",150,"\u003Cp>The Joker Organization was a raw scar in Tony’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Pepper didn’t dare mention the name around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five dumbass robbers had already pissed Tony off, and now they had the balls to rub salt in his wound by flashing that joker card. A killing intent surged inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand repulsors powered down, and he clenched his fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Boom!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening roar as his boot thrusters erupted, launching him forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The robber holding the joker card gaped as a red iron fist grew larger, smashing toward his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Crack!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp snap. The fist caved in his face, sending him flying over ten meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hit the ground, blood pooling, twitching briefly before going still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony held the punch pose, exhaling slowly, his rage fading halfway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing their leader one-punched to death by this iron freak, the remaining robbers bolted for their SUV, swapping mags and firing as they ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony stood still, watching the four jokers’ pathetic show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were panicked, pissed, desperate to fight back, but against his absolute power, their efforts were fucking laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Tony thought of himself back then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe in Jason’s eyes, he’d looked just as pathetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But thanks to Jason, he was reborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This feeling of raw power, of holding life and death in his hands, was intoxicating as fuck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Screech!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tires burned rubber as the SUV peeled out, speeding away from this dangerous bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony watched the taillights, his eyes cold as ice. His boot thrusters roared, launching him skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Iron Man suit carved a long arc through the dark sky before diving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver floored it, risking a crash to reach a crowded area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His logic: this iron-clad fucker wouldn’t want to expose himself to civilians. Get to people, and they’d live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smart thinking, but he didn’t account for one thing—Tony wasn’t letting them get far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Boom!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suit slammed down from the sky, shattering the suburban concrete road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver jumped, heart pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he looked, he locked eyes with the suit’s cold, glowing stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go to hell!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heart racing, he floored the gas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The engine roared, and the SUV barreled toward Tony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony smirked, standing tall like he was pushing a door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the car nearly hit him, he leaned forward, slamming both hands onto the grille.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Bang!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grille crumpled, but the two-ton SUV still pushed Tony back, sparks flying from the concrete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jarvis, crank the power.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, his boots blazed white-hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The added resistance slowed the SUV, finally stopping it dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Tony wasn’t done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smashed one hand through the hood, gripping the engine, while the other slid under the chassis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Whoosh!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand and boot thrusters roared, and Tony slowly lifted the SUV into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AH!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four inside, dangling face-down toward the ground, screamed in terror and despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony powered up again, flipping the SUV and slamming it roof-first into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Boom!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cloud of dust billowed outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roof crushed, doors warped, trapping the four inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Help!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Save us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Locked in, upside-down, they had no escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony heard their cries but didn’t give a shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing scum like this didn’t spark an ounce of guilt—just a righteous thrill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The SUV’s gas tank ruptured, fuel spilling onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony raised his right hand, firing a repulsor blast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Boom!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gas ignited, flames racing to the tank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony turned and walked away, unfazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*BOOM!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tank exploded behind him, the SUV erupting into a fireball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony bent his knees and rocketed into the dark sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes later, Tony piloted the suit back to his Malibu beach villa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He landed precisely on the smart floor, robotic arms rising to strip off the armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pepper walked in from the upstairs dining room, carrying a dinner tray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Tony, her expression didn’t flicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She set the tray on the table, sat on a high stool, and asked routinely, \"Playing vigilante again? Any wins?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony strolled over, not bothering to wash his hands, and forked a piece of duck into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After chewing, he sighed. \"Yeah, I got an alert. Robbery at the southside warehouse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too late, though. A middle-aged couple got killed by Joker fanatics. I avenged them—wasted all five robbers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh my God!\" Pepper frowned, her face sad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She closed her eyes, silently praying for the strangers. \"Poor souls. May God bless them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"God’s useless,\" Tony said, scarfing more duck and sipping wine. \"I gotta speed up the suit’s development. I’m gonna rip the Joker Organization out by the roots and restore some goddamn order.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pepper nodded, watching him quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a witness to the Iron Man suit’s creation, she believed in Tony, convinced he could pull it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreaming of future victories, Tony’s mood lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To lighten the vibe, he half-joked, \"Maybe you should start drafting a speech.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\" Pepper caught his drift, barely believing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony looked at her, serious. \"Without you, I’d probably be a drunk, whining mess, sinking into the shit the tabloids say.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Luckily, you never gave up on me, always there, pushing me. The Iron Man suit’s got your fingerprints all over it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm... I’d say about seventeen percent of the credit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pepper rolled her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first half had her touched, thinking he might confess his feelings, and she was debating whether to say yes. Then that last line...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heh, classic Tony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pepper faked anger. \"Oh, I’m so great, huh? Seventeen percent credit?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony scrambled. \"Uh, maybe nineteen. But I’m definitely the bigger share. I worked harder, so I’ll take... thirty-one percent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty-one percent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pepper, curious, asked, \"And the other fifty percent?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony’s face fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sneered, pointing at the TV. \"That’s on him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pepper looked up. The screen was airing live news about Tony’s southside takedown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thirty minutes ago, L.A. police got a call from a couple. But by the time the cops arrived, the middle-aged couple was dead, killed by robbers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen showed the couple in a pool of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The anchor continued, \"But someone took out the robbers. It may not align with federal or California law, but I want to say to that unknown person: Thank you. You’re a hero.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The anchor bent down, picking up a joker card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking worried, she said, \"Police found this Joker Organization card at the scene.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No doubt, this is another violent crime by Joker fanatics.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This marks L.A.’s 276th Joker-related terror case this month. Their followers are growing, and police forces worldwide are stretched thin. If this continues, I don’t know what the future holds.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"God bless America!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the broadcast, Tony and Pepper fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As predicted after Jason’s Times Square speech, global terror attacks had exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joker Organization followers spread like a virus worldwide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just half a year, thousands of criminals waved their flag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d caused tens of thousands of violent crimes globally, from theft and brawls to murders, robberies, and even suicide bombings. The Joker’s fanatics were bloodthirsty and evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Joker virus\" has infected most countries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every nation faced police shortages, fueling the virus’s spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony, silent for a moment, downed his wine and slammed the glass down. \"I gotta move faster. Unless God smites Jason with a lightning bolt, the Iron Man suit’s the only weapon to stop him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pepper nodded, then smiled, patting his shoulder. \"I know the suit’s important, but you need rest. If I catch you pulling another all-nighter, I’m smashing the lab’s breaker box.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony’s heart warmed. He patted her hand. \"Thanks, I got it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes locked, sparks flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past half-year, their bond had grown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were one thin layer from a full-on confession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Jarvis cut in, cold as ice. \"Sir, incoming call...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can read advance Chapters and view R-18 images of the characters on pat reon page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pat reon.com\u002FGreenBlue17\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>500 power stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Top 50. All time.\u003C\u002Fp>",1313,"2026-06-03T10:55:04.460Z","2026-06-03T10:55:13.643Z",1,"novelbin.me","3e8a8fe035d56ea8a5158c872f8f5f7f82bca1b42956be27f60c7cd6cdb3899e","marvel-the-villain-chapter-198","marvel-the-villain-chapter-197",310,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-the-villain-cover.jpg"]