The Marvel Prophet: I Publish Marvel Comics

At the moment, the blonde reporter was left speechless, giving another journalist the chance to raise their hand. I nodded, signaling they could ask their question.

"Mr. Walker," the reporter began, his tone edged with frustration, "you started this conference with a scientific claim, only to pivot into something like a fairy tale. Don't you think the idea of being a prophet is ridiculous in today's world?"

I could feel the tension shift in the room. The other journalists nodded in agreement. I could see it on their faces—disbelief mixed with impatience. They didn't come here to be spoon-fed what they thought was nonsense.

Shaking my head, I straightened my posture. "That's just your limited thinking," I said, feeling the calm confidence spread through me. "It's a mindset issue. You ever hear of the 'Book of Changes' in ancient Chinese philosophy? That book, Zhouyi, guided the world and revealed some of the universe's deepest mysteries. People are still trying to unravel its wisdom today."

I glanced around the room, letting my words sink in before continuing, "Science is finite. It only goes so far. Wisdom, on the other hand, is boundless. There are plenty of things that science can't even touch, let alone explain. But trying to explain that to you right now? It's hard for me to do so with your IQ."

The reporter's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. "What did you just say?"

I didn't flinch. "You heard me. It's not a personal attack—just a fact."

The reporter huffed, anger flashing across his face. "Then why do you, of all people, have this 'ability'?"

I shrugged. "Because I have a broader perspective. I'm able to see more, to grasp the bigger picture. Meanwhile, some people—people like you—are stuck looking at the small stuff."

His face flushed with fury, and I could tell he was struggling to keep his composure. But I wasn't done. I leaned in slightly, locking eyes with him. "Even Tony Stark, as smart as he is, couldn't see what was coming. I tried to warn him about the dangers of his trip. But he dismissed me, called me crazy. Now look at him. What happened in the comics? Exactly what I saw coming."

The room went silent. Every reporter there was probably thinking the same thing—*If I were Tony Stark, I'd have thought you were a lunatic too.*

After a few seconds, the reporter collected himself and narrowed his gaze. Clearly, he wasn't done yet. "So, Mr. Walker, are you saying your comics have some magical ability to predict the future?"

A sly grin crept across my face. "Looks like your reasoning skills have improved a bit."

He clenched his fists, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, since you claim your comics can reveal the future, why don't you prove it to all of us short-sighted people right now? Show us how your so-called 'wisdom' from this grand perspective works in practice."

The room got quiet again, and I could feel all eyes on me, waiting for my response. But I wasn't rattled. In fact, I welcomed the challenge. The purpose of this press conference wasn't just to answer questions—it was to create buzz. When reality lines up with what I've drawn in *Iron Man, Volume 2*, no one's going to question my vision anymore. They'll be lining up to see what happens next.

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