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Chapter 368 The Counterattack Begins

"The Son of God, Caesar, Makes His First Appearance Before the World and the Public!"

"Shouldering the Heavy Responsibility of Stark Industries: Is it a Descent into the Abyss or the Creation of a New Legend?"

"The One-Year-Old Son of God, Caesar, Solely Declares War on Terrorists!"

"Caesar: Within Three Days, a Revolutionary New Product Will Be Revealed!"

Less than half a day after the press conference ended, the headlines with the above messages, featuring Caesar standing on the podium, had already been widely circulated by 21st-century online media and supplementary editions of newspapers and magazines.

This undoubtedly sparked an epic frenzy and ignited unprecedented heated discussions among the populace.

Of course, there were many doubts raised. After all, Caesar was just a child. However, the voices of support predominated, with most of Caesar's supporters being the former fans of Tony, continuing their loyalty to Caesar.

They hoped that Caesar would continue to create miracles and legends, as the world desperately needed heroes.

Someone commented, "Regardless of whether Caesar's new product can lift Stark Industries out of its commercial difficulties, or whether Caesar can eliminate the terrorists threatening New York's security within a week, from the moment he, as a child of about one-year-old, chose to stand on the podium and shoulder the heavy responsibility without flinching, openly declaring war, he had already achieved a spiritual victory."

These words resonated with countless people, fostering hope and anticipation.

Meanwhile, in Stark Industries, in the executive office and studio formerly belonging to Chairman Tony Stark, located near the top floor.

Caesar lay on the leather sofa, his small body propped up, sucking on a lollipop, controlling the chair to spin continuously.

Eddie, dressed in a suit uniform, stood in the office lobby, watching Caesar with repeated sighs. "Master, to be honest, what I originally anticipated was already crazy enough, but what you've done is far more insane than I imagined, tens of times over."

"I've got an extra alien Symbiote freeloading on me, occasionally scaring or killing people is fine, but I can't transform into Iron Man. Announcing products, openly declaring war... Can the two of us really handle these things?" Eddie said, rubbing his hair with both hands in frustration.

Venom, feeling embarrassed for his host, extended a tendril and slapped Eddie's face, forcing him to calm down slightly.

Caesar, with his arms crossed, snorted, "Who else can do it if Tony isn't here? We have to do it."

To be fair, what was happening now was originally something Tony should have dealt with, but since Tony and his alter ego were off to the Galactic Union, it fell on his godfather to bear Tony's burden.

Eddie looked at Caesar, puzzled. "Why don't we operate in secret? Why make such a big fuss with a press conference when Miss Potts is still in their hands?"

"Do you think I want to?" Caesar glanced at him disdainfully and said, "If we don't hold a press conference, the initiative will remain in their hands."

"Why?" Eddie scratched his head, feeling that his intelligence wasn't quite enough.

Venom, feeling embarrassed for his host, simply remained silent and fell asleep.

"Do you think, from start to finish, the other side has done so many things for what purpose?" Caesar asked in return.

Eddie thought for a moment, counting on his fingers before speaking, "They sent people to infiltrate Stark Industries as product managers, attacked elite re

A sly smile crept onto Caesar's lips, making him look like a little devil. With a chilling tone, he said, "What's there to fear? I wish they'd come to find me. One by one, pair by pair, I'll take them out. It's better if they all come together, so I can wipe them out in one go and save myself the trouble."

Eddie's scalp tingled, and he shrank his neck, throwing out one final question, "Master, the premise of reviving Stark Industries is that the new product you're launching is accepted by the public. If the product turns out to be fake, then everything we've discussed before won't hold."

"Who told you the product we're launching is fake? It's just that we haven't started making it yet."

After finishing his words, Caesar looked at the computer screen on his desk, under Eddie's puzzled gaze, and asked, "God, are you ready?"

The computer screen suddenly flickered with code blocks assembling into a data sphere, and then a cold voice emanated from the speakers:

"Artificial intelligence God, at your service!"

(End of chapter)