[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-165":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},1085814,1417,"Chapter 165 Magzine","marvel-the-villain-chapter-165",165,"\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armed helicopter plummeted from over 100 meters, smashing into the ground, crumpling into a mangled steel sandwich. Blood and severed limbs oozed from the wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The security team’s faces turned ashen. Missiles were their trump card against Jason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If missiles failed, no weapon could touch him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the tide turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nighthawk 2! Climb! Now!\" The security chief shouted, clutching his radio, eyes on the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Roger!\" The pilot replied, maxing the throttle. The chopper’s blades roared, pulling away from Jason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Running? Not so fast!\" Jason formed another energy orb in his right palm and launched it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orb turned into a pale blue laser, streaking toward the chopper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re done,\" The chief muttered, face grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chopper couldn’t outrun the laser. Jason’s attack closed in instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As everyone braced for the crew’s doom, a pale golden electromagnetic pulse shot out, intercepting the laser midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energies collided, erupting in a muffled blast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason frowned, looking right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of meters away, a red-and-gold Iron Man suit hovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony Stark—no, Iron Man—had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason eyed the approaching suit, surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s shock, Jason smirked, taunting, \"Hey, Tony! Nice new threads, but they don’t look sturdy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jab hit Tony’s pride, but instead of biting back, Tony asked, \"How’d you know it was me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason shrugged, grinning. \"Weapons Magazine called the Iron Man suit the worst weapon of the century. Only Tony Stark would keep working on it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Weapons Magazine, huh,\" Tony scoffed. \"Once I take your head, I’ll make them eat their words.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My head?\" Jason’s eyes dripped with disdain. \"Six months, and you’ve gotten funnier. Who gave you the balls to say that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony tapped his suit’s chest proudly. \"This did.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason studied it, amused. \"Looks flashy. Once I crack that turtle shell, I’ll take it apart for study.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony skipped the banter. \"Jason, why aren’t you in New York? What’s in L.A.?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason pointed at the reactor facility. \"Heard you’re back as Stark Industries’ CEO. Come to congratulate you. Saw the fireworks? That’s your gift.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nice. Let’s see how tough you talk next,\" Tony said, annoyed. He raised his palms, firing two charged golden electromagnetic pulses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Energy duel? I’m game!\" Jason countered, forming orbs and launching two blue energy waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gold and blue energies clashed midair, sparking with a shrill sizzle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were evenly matched, trading blows, deadlocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony muttered, \"Jarvis, divert all power to the chest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir,\" Jarvis replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suit’s Arc Reactor fired a third pulse from the chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing it, Jason stayed calm, almost amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here comes my power bank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arm-thick cylindrical pulse hit Jason. Tony, inside the suit, smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pulse vanished into Jason like water into sand—no damage, no effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s energy reserves, drained from earlier, drank it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Revitalized, he focused, his palm orbs swelling larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tide shifted. Jason’s waves grew stronger, pushing back Tony’s pulses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, he can absorb and release energy simultaneously,\" Jarvis warned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Absorb and release,\" Tony muttered, frowning. \"Jarvis, max out the Arc Reactor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"His absorption has limits. Full power will overwhelm him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, full power consumes palladium too fast. It won’t last long,\" Jarvis cautioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then we take him down before it runs dry!\" Tony said confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood, sir!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suit’s chest reactor flared brighter, humming louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both palms and chest unleashed thicker, more intense pulses, overpowering Jason’s waves, pushing toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony’s surge ramped up the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason roared, maxing his energy conversion. His orbs grew again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the reactor’s output was monstrous. Even at full tilt, Jason’s body was flooding with energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit, I’m maxed out!\" He grunted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds later, his absorption hit its limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He released his hands, channeling the excess into a pale blue shield around himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three pulses slammed into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason was blasted back like a broken kite, crashing into a warehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smashed through the roof, tumbling across the floor, wrecking machinery, until he slammed into a wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony lowered his hands, the reactor slowing to a minimum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The palm repulsors smoked from prolonged high output.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised an arm, the helmet’s HUD locking onto the warehouse. A panel opened, revealing an anti-tank rocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rocket shot through the roof hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosion lit up the warehouse, cracks webbing the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gods clashed; mortals watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason and Tony’s sci-fi showdown left the guards stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veterans of countless battles, they felt powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were obsolete. Superpowers and black tech were the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, the guards erupted in cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Stark! Hell yeah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re saved!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill Jason!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I recorded it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Put that on YouTube, it’ll blow up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony’s arrival was a lifeline, their faces beaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He landed in front of the chief, lifting his faceplate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief bowed his head, ashamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Tony Stark standing there, his earlier bravado faded, his resentment bottled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the chief’s constipated look and the wrecked campus, Tony pieced it together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief’s poor leadership let the admin building and reactor get hit, costing over a hundred lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d also defied orders, using assault vehicles, destroying expensive gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony was pissed but held back. Their foe was Jason Walter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Tony, without his suit, faced this, he’d have done no better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief looked up, serious. \"Mr. Stark, I—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony cut him off. \"Not time for blame. Jason’s not dead. I need your help.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief nodded grimly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jason’s tough. That hit was a scratch. It’s about to get uglier,\" Tony said. \"I need you and your men to cover me, assist with attacks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Weapons ban’s lifted. Use every missile, vehicle, anything. If it takes blowing up the factory to kill Jason, I’m fine with it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief replied, \"Mr. Stark, missiles don’t work. If he uses wind energy instead of heat, they can’t track him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony smiled, tapping his head. \"Think outside the box. If heat tracking fails, use remote-guided missiles. The factory’s got plenty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words sparked an epiphany for the chief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got it. I’m on it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He radioed the teams to grab remote-guided missile launchers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In pairs—one launching, one guiding—they’d assist, not aiming to kill Jason but to keep him off-balance, limiting his full strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony closed his faceplate and took to the air, the chest reactor revving up, ready for Jason’s counterattack.\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. 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