Lin Feng wasn't lying; the matter of little Morgan was quite troublesome.
He simply tossed out the Tony from the zombie world via his storage device.
"You think I want to? Wasn't it another version of you who asked me to?"
"Take a look at this!"
Tony took the storage device and plugged it directly into his home server.
Given such an obvious storage device, for Tony to ask would be foolish.
"Sir, a video has been detected." Jarvis's voice chimed in.
Tony immediately commanded, "Play it."
At his command, the large screen in the room began playing the footage from the storage device.
Then, a familiar voice emerged.
"Hey, Morgan, go find mommy and ask her what we're having for dinner tonight?"
"Got it, daddy."
Tony's eyebrows shot up.
Wasn't that his and little Morgan's voices?
As the voices played, the image brightened.
A middle-aged Tony sat in front of the camera.
He was making eye contact with the Tony of this universe across the void.
To be honest, even the Tony of this universe was already middle-aged.
But thanks to Lin Feng and the symbiote, his appearance and physical condition remained at their peak.
The Tony from the zombie universe wasn't as fortunate; the wrinkles around his eyes were quite pronounced.
Perhaps the outbreak of the zombie virus had also accelerated his aging, making him appear like an older version of Tony.
"Me from another world?"
The Tony in the video spoke.
"If you're seeing this, then without a doubt, something has happened to me..."
That opening line made Tony's eyelids twitch violently.
A myriad of questions flashed through his mind, but Tony remained silent, continuing to watch the footage.
"My world is facing a catastrophic disaster."
"You might not believe it, even I find it hard to believe it's real."
"The zombie virus, you know it?"
"Yes, the zombie virus from the movies. It's real!"
The middle-aged Tony looked somewhat weary. He turned to the side, revealing a television screen behind him.
On the television screen, news reports were playing.
Humans, turned into zombies, with grotesque faces and peculiar movements, were devouring each other.
[Is there still hope for the world?]
[Where are the Avengers? Avengers, please save us!]
[Bad news, half of the Avengers have been infected by the zombie virus. The infected list is as follows...]
Immediately after, countless zombies swarmed and occupied the city.
Humans hid in the shadows, barely clinging to survival.
The Hulk, turned into a zombie, rampaged through the city.
All the scenes were blindingly horrific, making Tony's scalp tingle.
"See? Absurd, isn't it?"
"Even Rogers' physique isn't immune to this virus."
"The Avengers are working tirelessly to analyze this virus, but clearly, it's not giving us the opportunity."
A world map appeared on the screen.
Nearly eighty percent of the regions were marked in red.
Those were the fallen areas.
The image shifted back to the middle-aged Tony's face.
"From the moment I became Iron Man, I felt everything changing."
"Disasters became more frequent, more difficult to resist..."
"Each time, it was a near-death experience, but fortunately, we always managed to pull through."
"After countless disasters, I thought I could face anything calmly."
"But now, I can't," the middle-aged Tony shook his head helplessly.
"Because of Morgan..."
"Today might be my last dinner with Pepper and little Morgan."
"I can feel that Pepper and I are destined to make a sacrifice."
"But I'm not afraid, because I learned about you from another world, and... Lin Feng."
At this point, the middle-aged Tony's expression suddenly relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face.
"A bald mage told me."
"He was... an interesting, or perhaps wise mage?"
"Never mind, he was apparently Strange's master."
"Those mysterious mages can always see things others can't."
The middle-aged Tony seemed unsure how to describe him.
Gu Yi indeed acted mysteriously.
However, the middle-aged Tony didn't know that this world's timeline hadn't yet reached the point where Strange would go to Kamar-Taj.
"The mage told me that Lin Feng would come here, so I will entrust Lin Feng with bringing little Morgan to your world."
"You won't refuse me, will you?"
"Oh no, I should say, you won't refuse little Morgan."
"After all, she is Tony Stark's daughter!"
The middle-aged Tony spoke with a double meaning, his eyes filled with confidence.
"Pepper and I can sacrifice, but little Morgan cannot."
"She still has hope, she still has choices, she still has a future."
"And that future is you!"
The middle-aged Tony's gaze sharpened, staring directly at the Tony of this universe.
"I've also put Morgan's information into the storage device."
"It contains her habits, her favorite colors, her hobbies, her favorite foods."
"Everything, I've put as much as possible into it."
"It will help you take better care of little Morgan..."
As he spoke, the middle-aged Tony sighed, his eyes showing a hint of reluctance again.
Who wouldn't want their young daughter to be away from them?
If it weren't for this damned disaster!
"Daddy, daddy."
In the video, little Morgan ran back in.
"Mommy's calling you!"
The middle-aged Tony scooped up little Morgan and replied with a smile, "Okay, let's go see mommy together."
With that, he turned off the recording device.
However, at the very last moment, the middle-aged Tony quietly looked into the camera.
His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, meeting the eyes of the prime universe's Tony once more.
"Promise me, take good care of little Morgan..."
*Ding.*
The screen went black, the recording ended.
For a moment, there was absolute silence in the room.
Tony sat on the sofa, his hands clasped together, holding that pose for a long time.
"Hoo... This is really..."
In such a short period, the recording had shown Tony a world on the brink of extinction.
The zombie virus, the apocalypse.
His and Pepper's sacrifice, Morgan's hope.
It felt like watching a science fiction movie, so unreal.
If little Morgan hadn't actually appeared before him...
Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling an inexplicable emotion.
Lin Feng didn't disturb him.
This surreal situation was too much for him to process immediately.
He needed to give Tony some time to digest it.