Marvel Transmigration: I Possessed Iron Man

Instead of focusing on developing new technology or pushing forward with real innovation, these people waste their time scheming how to kick me—the face and cornerstone of Stark Industries—out of the company!

What are they even thinking?

Have they completely lost their minds?

Without me, who's going to drive this company's technology forward? Who's going to lead the team?

A bunch of clowns.

That's why people like Victor not only deserve to be left behind by the times—they deserve to be eliminated by the company itself.

"Stop standing around. Go get the conference room ready for the meeting." Aetheris swept a disdainful glance around the room. Surrounded by people, basking in their attention—damn, this feeling was incredible. No wonder everyone wanted to be the boss, standing above everyone else.

"My dear uncle, if you're sick, go see a doctor. Forcing yourself to work like this isn't doing anyone any favors. The company's not handing out medals for dragging your sick body in here. I, for one, don't support working while ill," Aetheris added, glancing at the bald old man beside him.

"You—" Victor, who had barely caught his breath, started coughing violently again.

"Chairman, even if the Vice President didn't achieve anything groundbreaking, he still worked hard. While you were gone, he gave everything he had for the company—" the old spinster chimed in.

"Enough. What nonsense are you spouting? Is my company a charity now? I pay you people to work, not to come crying to me," Aetheris interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"Feeling miserable? Think of Saddam. Life not going your way? Think of Clinton. And if you're really desperate to experience suffering, I'll gladly send you to the wastelands for a month—or to Africa to enjoy the primitive lifestyle with our friends over there."

The old woman immediately shut her mouth, not daring to say another word.

"Listen, we are company veterans—the ones who fought alongside your father, Howard Stark, back in the day. And now that you've secured your position, you're excluding the old guard and mocking us? That's just not right!" An elderly man with a gray beard stood up angrily, pointing a finger in Aetheris's face.

"And you are?" Aetheris gave him a dismissive glance.

"I am—"

Before he could finish, Aetheris waved him off.

"I'm not interested in listening to any of you. I own seventy percent of the company's shares. What I say goes. If you don't want to work here, just say the word. And don't give me that 'seniority' speech. I'm not buying it."

He smashed the delicate Stark Industries-branded glass cup onto the floor, the sound startling everyone in the room.

A company is like society—full of competition and factions. But a real leader has to draw the line, has to show strength and resolve.

A leader without a temper isn't a leader.

But a leader who only throws tantrums? That's just incompetence.

"You… you…" The elderly man scolded by Aetheris suddenly choked on his words—

And collapsed.

In all his years, he had never suffered such humiliation, especially not in front of so many people.

"How disrespectful. So crude. Do you have no manners at all?" Victor, seeing his subordinates driven to the brink, realized that if he didn't step in now, he'd completely lose control of them.

And once morale breaks, the whole team falls apart.

"Yes, I have no manners. So what? At least I'm not like you—doing nothing productive and scheming to seize power behind everyone's back. When my father raised a dog, giving it a bone made it wag its tail. But you? You're a thankless mutt. A bald, fat wolf in sheep's clothing." Aetheris sneered.

"I won't argue with you. You're not worth my time. I think Tony's lost his mind today. Maybe he's been brainwashed by some militant group out in the wastelands. He's not the same Tony anymore!" Victor blurted, as though seizing a new opportunity to undermine him.

Aetheris shook his head, full of disdain. Oh? So now that you've lost the argument, you twist reality?

Now you're claiming I'm not even me?

Who do you think you are?

As Victor tried to stand up, Aetheris seized the opportunity and kicked him squarely in his fat backside. The nearly sixty-year-old bald man let out a shriek and landed face-first on the ground like a dog eating dirt.

Victor nearly knocked out his front teeth.

Aetheris casually sat back down in the boss's chair, his face full of mockery.

"Oh dear, what's this? Uncle bowing to his nephew? I didn't prepare any red envelopes for this occasion. That doesn't count. We'll have to do it properly later."

"You son of a bitch, Tony! You little bastard! This is too much! I'll fight you to the end!" Victor suddenly sprang up from the floor and threw a punch at Aetheris.

"Everyone saw it—Baldy threw the first punch. I'm just defending myself!" Aetheris announced casually to the crowd as Victor's fist flew toward him.

With a swift close-quarters combat technique, he locked Victor's arm, pivoted his leg, and slammed his foot into Victor's thigh.

Crack.

The sound of something breaking echoed across the room. Every man instinctively clenched his legs. The female employees winced, feeling a chill run down their spines.

"Hehehehe…" Victor was in so much pain he couldn't even scream. His eyes rolled back, and foam bubbled from his mouth.

With a dull thud, he collapsed to his knees.

"Ah… ah…" The old spinster shrieked in horror, as if the world was ending.

"What are you screaming for? Mourning a funeral?" Aetheris snapped, delivering a sharp backhand across her face. She immediately fell silent, a large welt rising on her cheek.

"Stop the wailing and hurry up. Get my dear uncle to the hospital. Wait too long, and the only thing left for him might be training with some ancient demon-slaying manuals."

After the security team dragged the bald old man away for treatment, Aetheris sat back down.

"Now that the annoying fly is gone, we can finally start the meeting."

"Nova, distribute Stark Industries' recent financial reports. Let's see who's been fudging the numbers."

"Yes, boss," replied the long-haired beauty with jet-black hair, a top graduate from the proud citizenry abroad's most prestigious university. She quickly stood up, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

Mr. Stark was simply too handsome—rich, fearless, and ridiculously capable. A man like that could make any woman's knees weak.

Feeling a sudden heat rise within her, Nova instinctively squeezed her thighs together.

"And as for the rest of you old-timers, times have changed. You've fallen behind. It's time to retire," Aetheris declared, as if he were making the most ordinary statement in the world.

"I'm already being generous. Here's the deal—I'll buy your shares at ten percent above market value. You make a profit, and I reclaim what my father left me. Fair enough, isn't it?"

The shareholders cursed silently in their hearts.

Fair, my ass.

Everyone knew Stark Industries was a golden goose. The annual dividends alone could last multiple lifetimes. Who in their right mind would walk away from that?

But after seeing the company's second-in-command get sent to the hospital—and who knew if he'd ever walk properly again—who wasn't afraid?

Aetheris stood, scanning the room.

"I've said my piece. Who's in favor? Who's against?"

"Excellent—unanimous vote. Thank you all for your support and trust. Meeting adjourned."

(End of Chapter)

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