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Chapter 551 Towards the future
Kerry Shuttle flew out of the VOLDI star field, leaving the castle far behind.Tony sat by the window of the cabin, looking at the stars outside, and was a little lost in thought for a while.

".You all know I'm a weapon maker," he said. "I'm trying to deny my old self and define a new, different version of myself, but I'm still a weapon maker. The difference is that I'm only made for himself."

"That's different," said Wanda. "Iron Man isn't."

"Yes, I know. I know exactly what Iron Man means to me and to the world, and I've figured that out a long time ago," Tony said, "but the point is different this time. I created Iron Man Because I think he can bring about change for the better, like many other things I have invented. The newspapers say that I am a 'scientist of tomorrow', and I have promoted the advancement of technology so that human beings can walk on this road faster. Because I have always firmly believed that this path is right, and I believe that science exists not to kill but to make tomorrow better."

He closed his mouth and was silent for a moment.

No one in the cabin spoke for a while.

Everyone knew what he was referring to.The Luo Mulun people, a race that reached the peak on the road of science and technology, but they did not use knowledge to make life better, on the contrary, they used that knowledge to create bigger guns and cannons, which eventually caused own destruction.

The desolate ancient battlefield on the Dyson sphere reminded Tony of the cave where he was imprisoned.He thought of the scene he saw when he was in the Middle East—terrorists took Stark's guns and weapons to attack unarmed civilians and kill each other.Maybe that's not just the Romulans, but human nature.Maybe someday in the future when human beings have such technology, they will also go to self-destruction.

Tony Stark was an engineer, a problem solver.He can forge armor, resist invaders, develop tools, and promote technological progress.But only people. That was a problem he couldn't solve.

If humanity is doomed to self-destruction, there's nothing Iron Man can do - and that's the question that dreads him the most.

It seemed that the air was a bit too heavy, Tony then laughed lightly.

"Well, when I didn't say it, I was just complaining casually. You know, it's sometimes like this when people hold back in space for too long. After thinking about it, nowhere is as good as Earth." He smiled, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm just happy to finally be home."

Michael shot him sideways.

He is lying.

This may be the ultimate nightmare that anyone who makes weapons can't get rid of-that is, who did the bullet I made with my own hands kill in the end?

Michael glanced at Wanda: "Wanda."

"Huh?" Wanda turned her head.

"You've never had the chance to tell Mr. Stark about your past," he said. "Tell him."

Wanda was stunned for a moment, and soon understood what he was referring to.

Tony looked at her strangely: "What? Have we met before?"

"No, I don't think so." Wanda moved the mobile seat to Tony's side and sat down.She pondered for a while, organized her words, and said, "Well, although we have fought side by side a lot, I don't know how much you know about me, so I'll start from the beginning."

To be honest, Tony really didn't know much about her.He had indeed tried to investigate, but those Heavenly Sword power users were all extremely tightly protected by an invisible system, and all he could find were a few names and code names, and that was all.

"My name is Wanda Maximoff, but I guess you already know that." Wanda said, "I was born in a small place called 'Sokovia'...a little-known city , you probably won't even remember."

"I remember," Tony said.

"When I was young, there was some chaos in our place. The war broke out on the street where we lived, and bombers would roar over our heads every now and then." Wanda closed her eyes lightly when she said this , like caught in a difficult memory, "And then it happened. Our home was destroyed by a bomb, and our parents died in the flames. I still remember the ceiling booming It was like the sky was falling apart. I remember how my brother dragged me under the bed and we were stuck there for two days until someone came and got us out."

Tony listened, silent for a while.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't worry, we haven't come to the part where you need to apologize." Wanda looked at him blankly, "Unfortunately, while my brother and I were trapped under the bed, another bomb exploded. It was thrown to our side, so close to us." She stretched out her hand and gestured, "It didn't detonate, but God knows when it will suddenly do so. My brother and I waited under the bed for two whole days, Waiting for that thing to kill us. It didn't. And then I think you might have guessed it too, the bomb. It says 'Made by Stark Industries' on the bomb."

Tony squinted at the floor.

After fighting side by side so many times, he did have a lot of guesses about Wanda's life experience, but this fact was never on his list-one of the victims of his sins.

"I'm very sorry." He didn't know what else to say.

"No need." Wanda shrugged, "If I wanted to hear this sentence, I would have already forced you to say it."

Tony looked up: "So, you don't hate me?"

"Hate, I used to really hate you very much. For a while, killing you was my only goal in life." Wanda said calmly, "But now I don't hate you anymore. Because I know what kind of person you are, I I also know that it is wrong to vent anger without reason like this. I have seen everything you have done and everything you have paid for these years, and now I am more able to distinguish right from wrong than when I was a child. So... yes , I forgive you, a long time ago."

Tony felt relieved.

After all that he had seen, all that he had been through, nothing could have meant more to him than this—a forgiveness from the immediate victims.

Wanda glanced at Michael and smiled sweetly.

"He told me that hatred can only lead to new hatred, not a solution to any problem. Back then, I didn't really hate you, but I just wanted to find something meaningful to fill myself , lest I become a walking dead.”

Tony glanced at Michael, and suddenly seemed to understand what he wanted to convey to himself.

Although they will also hate each other and kill each other, at least people can understand each other.

If Wanda can understand Tony, why can't everyone else?

Suddenly he seemed to be able to see what the so-called human possibility really was.

It seemed to him that the light ahead filled him again.

(End of this chapter)