The Marvel Prophet: I Publish Marvel Comics

I couldn't help but marvel at the Captain's shield. Most of his combat prowess came from it—it had a rare ability to absorb and deflect impact. In the right hands, it was nearly unstoppable. Even missiles wouldn't scare me if I had it on my arm.

Ten million exchange points for this? Totally worth it.

But I wasn't in a rush to grab it just yet. Instead, I turned my attention to something I had wanted for a long time: the Iron Man suit. There were several models available, but only one really caught my eye.

When it comes to Iron Man's suits, sure, the nano-suit was the pinnacle of Tony Stark's brilliance, but for me, it wasn't just about power. It was about the cool factor. The sleekness. The technology. To put it simply—it looked awesome. The Mark III suit had that classic, iconic look that I couldn't pass up.

As men often do with guns or luxury cars, I felt the same way about the suit. The appeal wasn't just about fighting or protection—it was about style.

I skimmed through the options, my excitement building as I saw the details. "The host can exchange for a vibranium shield and Mark III Iron Man suit. Total cost: 15 million exchange points."

The points vanished in an instant, but I didn't care. This is what they were for, right? To power myself up, protect what mattered most to me, and secure my place in a world as dangerous as Marvel's. If I was going to be a part of this universe, I needed to be ready for anything.

The system didn't waste time. A full set of sleek, shining armor and the vibranium shield appeared before me out of thin air. It was an incredible sight—the Mark III suit looked even better in person. The shield gleamed in the dim light of the room.

I picked up the shield, testing it in my hand. It felt perfect, as if it were an extension of my arm. I swung it toward the wall, and it ricocheted off, flying back to me in a smooth arc. I caught it with ease. The shield and I were already in sync.

But my triumph was short-lived.

The shield hit the Iron Man suit on its return, causing it to fall apart like a pile of dominos. The parts scattered across the floor, clanking loudly. I squatted down, trying to piece it back together, but it was no use. The Mark III was too complicated for me to handle alone.

And then I realized an even bigger issue: without a reactor, the suit was useless. The Mark III was basically a pile of metal until it had a power source.

"System!" I yelled, glaring at the heap of suit pieces. "Did you just sell me a broken suit?"

The system responded calmly. **"The host has acquired the full version of the suit. However, for functionality, it requires the Smart Assistant package, which includes a simulated intelligent assistant, an arc reactor, five element rings, and a set of maintenance robots."**

I groaned. It wasn't just the suit—it was a bundled deal. "How much does the package cost?"

**"An additional 10 million exchange points."**

The system had bundled this thing like a high-tech sales pitch! I could already feel a headache forming as the system rattled off features. But as much as I hated to admit it, the idea of having my own personal J.A.R.V.I.S.—or at least something like it—was appealing. In Tony's world, it was like having an artifact of immense power, something that could make or break any situation.

"Fine, let's do it. Exchange for the Smart Assistant package," I muttered.

**"The host has received the Smart Assistant package, consuming 10 million exchange points."**

Another 10 million down the drain. Still, I couldn't deny the satisfaction of upgrading my tech. I looked around at the now neatly arranged suit parts on the floor. With the smart assistant installed, things would be much smoother. 

I was already imagining the possibilities. Between the Captain's shield and the Iron Man suit, I was becoming an unstoppable force. Nothing short of global nuclear destruction could pose a serious threat to me now.

As I stood up, the laptop on my desk flickered to life. Garbled code filled the screen for a moment before a progress bar shot to 100%. Then, a blue sphere appeared, glowing softly on the monitor.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my master. I am your Smart Assistant. Please assign me a name."

I stared at the screen. This was it—my very own J.A.R.V.I.S. I remembered watching Tony's assistant in all the movies, guiding him, helping him at every step. This assistant would be a game-changer for me.

"Let's call you… Archer," I decided, recalling the name from a show I'd enjoyed back in my original time and space. It had a nice ring to it, and Archer was known for being smooth and efficient.

"Thank you for the name. I, Archer, will serve you to the best of my ability," the assistant responded with a slight hum.

I yawned, feeling the exhaustion from the long day finally catching up to me. "Archer, go ahead and gather the pieces of the suit. I'm heading to bed."

As I lay down, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. I had come so far in such a short time—six volumes of comics, a growing publishing empire, and now, the tech to make me a powerhouse in this universe.

I drifted off to sleep with one final thought: Tony Stark would be in for a surprise the next time we crossed paths.

And with that, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, ready to face whatever came next.