Game in Marvel-Chapter 115

"So, remind me again, genius—what's the plan? Because I doubt they'll take an interdimensional billionaire superhero at face value." Those were the first words that came out of Clint's mouth after they disengaged from the saddle of the horse in the luxury stable of one of the best inns in Oxenfurt.

They had reached here after a long journey, and both of them had even fought some drowners and nekkers along the way, though they made quick work of them. Since they had left the group and were on their own, they had been cautious at the start, but slowly, they realized that they were better than these humans, who had low intellect.

It was a matter of intelligence and knowledge. But they also saw the horrors of the place they were in. They had heard tales of how bad the medieval period of Earth was and how life expectancy was so low. But now, seeing it in reality made them feel empathetic.

The city of Oxenfurt was a bustling hub of academia and commerce. The architecture, while medieval in nature, had an elegance to it that even Tony Stark could appreciate. Red-roofed buildings, cobbled streets, and the towering presence of Oxenfurt University made for an impressive sight.

"You underestimate the power of a well-funded bribe," Tony replied with a smirk.

Tony had little trouble securing proper documentation. His natural charisma and ability to spin a compelling story helped immensely. People seemed to have forgotten that he was once a playboy and a very successful businessman. Though he hardly used his intellect to conduct business anymore, it didn't mean he had lost the old charm.

The dude was even able to convince terrorists to let him stay alive to make weapons for them. Though it was a very odd example, one couldn't deny that Tony Stark was anything but interesting.

With forged papers in hand, officially recognizing him as one "Antonius Stark, esteemed scholar and alchemist from a faraway land," Tony set his sights on something grander—establishing himself within the University of Oxenfurt.

The University was an imposing structure, alive with scholars engaged in heated debates and students eagerly scribbling notes from their professors' lectures. If there was any place that could appreciate Tony's intelligence, it was here.

Finding his way to the faculty offices, Tony requested an audience with the university's chancellor. Using his signature charm, he convinced the gatekeepers that he was a scholar of great renown, possessing knowledge in metallurgy and alchemical theory that could revolutionize their understanding of science.

"And what exactly do you claim to specialize in, Master Stark?" the chancellor asked. He was very skeptical because he had seen way too many frauds in his lifetime, and a person of such high position, who could even ask for an audience with the King of Redania, needed to have at least basic intellect.

"Metallurgy, practical alchemy, and innovation. Ever heard of mass book production? Your scribes are good, but what if I told you I could help the university print books faster and more efficiently than ever before?" Tony leaned in as he said that.

"That would indeed be revolutionary, but such claims require proof." The chancellor stroked his beard, still not impressed at all.

Tony had been waiting for that. He reached into his satchel and pulled out a meticulously drawn blueprint, unfurling it on the large wooden table. The design depicted a revolutionary device—an advanced printing press that could produce books at a fraction of the current time and cost. It utilized metal plates and mechanical pressure to transfer ink onto pages, eliminating the need for painstaking hand-copying.

It even had ways written to make ink more cheaply.

"With the right craftsmen and materials, I can make this work. Think of the money Oxenfurt University could make by mass-producing books. Think of the knowledge you could spread. If you want this to happen, let me work here."

"Very well, Master Stark. We shall see if your knowledge matches your confidence. Welcome to Oxenfurt University." The chancellor also saw a huge pouch of coins placed on the table beside the blueprint. No matter what, he was a man with greed. Barton had asked around about the nature of the chancellor, and it didn't take much to find out that the chancellor had his vices.

The chancellor had decided that even if this Stark failed in his invention, he could always kick him out later. As Tony signed his name in the faculty registry, Clint crossed his arms and chuckled.

"Professor Stark, huh? Never thought I'd see the day."

"Neither did I, Legolas. But hey, if we're stuck in this world, I might as well leave my mark."

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This happened a few days after Liam and they separated. It took 15 days for them to make a printing press machine and show it to the chancellor. Tony had even shown new ways to make ink, which surprised each of the faculty members.

And that wasn't the only influential thing that Tony was doing around. As a faculty member, he was mandated to give classes, and it only took a week for his class to be filled with students. The ideas he talked about were revolutionary, so much so that even some professors had started taking notes from what the students wrote.

Of course, not everyone liked this man who had dropped out of nowhere, but little could be done about it since he started the printing press. Tony had given the invention to the university in exchange for 10% of the profits, another 20% to the faculty members, and another 10% to the chancellor.

Oxenfurt was a progressive city. Though its views on sorcerers could be debated, one couldn't deny that the city had a way of accepting innovations. And Tony was very smart about the wealth distribution. He allotted merely 10% of the profits to himself and the rest to the faculty and the chancellor, while the remaining 60% went to the city and the university.

This earned him the goodwill of everyone at the university. And there were talks about giving Tony an honorary medal for his contribution.

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