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Ivan straightened and turned back to the workbench.
"Flight," he repeated. "Without it, I stay on the ground. And she doesn't."
He pulled up a holographic schematic of his armor and rotated it slowly.
"At least there is one thing I can learn from Stark," Ivan muttered. "Flight stabilizers."
He began integrating Stark's stabilization algorithms into his own system—not copying them directly, but rewriting them to suit his design.
"These stabilizers are efficient," he said quietly. "They keep balance during sudden movement."
His fingers moved quickly as he added the modified stabilizers into the back and leg assemblies.
"There are also repulsor blasters," Ivan continued. "They're useful."
He added compact repulsor units to the palms and soles of the armor, connecting them directly to the reactor's output regulators.
"Not for elegance," he said. "For control."
The schematic updated in real time.
Whips.Repulsors.Flight stabilizers.
All powered by a reactor built specifically to handle extreme energy spikes.
Ivan leaned back slightly and studied the design.
"This will fly," he said.
He activated a test run.
The armor lifted off the platform smoothly this time, hovering in place. The repulsors adjusted automatically, stabilizers compensating for every shift in weight.
No shaking.
No loss of control.
Ivan clenched his fists. The energy whips extended, humming loudly, but the system held.
"Good," he said.
He lowered back down and shut the system off.
Now he looked satisfied.
"With this," Ivan muttered, "I can fight in the air."
He paused, then added coldly,
"And next time, Violet won't have the advantage."
Ivan turned back to the armor and continued refining the system, preparing for what was coming next.
On the other side, Ethan was back home, sitting on his bed with his hands clasped together.
He was praying.
"Oh goddess, please bless this poor soul," Ethan said seriously.
If anyone saw him right now, they would think he was a deeply religious and devoted man.
He opened his eyes.
"Now, time for my monthly gacha," he muttered, pressing the spin button.
The familiar monthly tech gacha wheel appeared and began rotating at extremely high speed. Lights flashed as it spun, then slowly came to a stop.
It landed on a section shaped like a ring.
A notification appeared.
[Congratulations, Host, on obtaining: Galvatron — the Transformer created by KSI in Age of Extinction.]
Ethan froze.
Then his eyes widened slightly.
A massive amount of information poured into his mind—blueprints, material formulas, energy flow systems.
Transformium.
How to synthesize it.
How to shape it.
How to build Galvatron itself.
"Fuck," Ethan said softly. "I hit gold this time."
He smiled as he looked at Galvatron's image floating on the screen.
"With this," he muttered, "I can improve so many areas of my tech."
He leaned back slightly.
"I already have nanotech, but Transformium is on another level entirely."
His mind raced as possibilities appeared one after another.
Self-repairing weapons.
Adaptive armor.
Living machines.
Then another thought surfaced.
"Most of all," Ethan said quietly, "I wonder what effect this would have on a person if used with the Particle Infusion Chamber."
"Hehehe… I can already imagine shapeshifting abilities… or something even more," Ethan said with a grin as the idea took form in his mind.
"Though first, I need to create Transformium," he continued thoughtfully. "And it can only be formed in an area rich in biomass—so a forest."
He muttered as a clear plan formed in his head. He already knew how to build devices that would detonate and convert the surrounding area into Transformium metal.
"The only problem," he said quietly, "is where I can do that without anyone noticing."
He frowned slightly.
"Especially now, with all eyes on me. Alaska alone has too much attention on it after what happened."
He rubbed his chin.
"Hm… I guess we can always buy an island in the middle of nowhere," he said slowly, nodding to himself. "And erase part of it under the guise of turning it into a private vacation resort."
A small, satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Yeah," Ethan murmured. "That'll work."
On the other side of the world, Sharon was in the middle of a company meeting.
Holographic charts floated in the air, executives speaking one after another, when her phone suddenly vibrated.
She glanced at the caller ID.
Ethan.
Her eyebrow twitched in mild surprise.
"Excuse me," Sharon said calmly, standing up. "I need to take this."
"No problem," one of the board members replied. "Please, feel free."
She stepped out of the conference room and answered the call.
"Do you need something?" Sharon asked softly.
She knew Ethan well enough by now—he was a hardcore introvert. If he was calling her directly, it meant he needed something important.
"Yes," Ethan replied without wasting time. "I need an island. Somewhere rich in fauna."
Sharon blinked.
"…Okay, I can arrange that," she said slowly. "But why do you want it?"
"Nothing serious," Ethan replied casually. "I need an area for some… experiments. Plus, I want a private vacation villa built there. Make sure it's isolated—far from civilization."
There was a brief pause.
Sharon sighed inwardly. Of course it's not 'nothing serious'.
"Understood," she said instead. "I'll handle it."
"I'll assign a trusted team and keep everything discreet."
"Good," Ethan said. "That's all."
The call ended.
Sharon stared at her phone for a second before shaking her head.
"This kid only calls me when he need something…" she muttered.
She returned to the meeting, resuming her calm, professional demeanor as if nothing had happened.
Two hours later, the meeting finally concluded.
The moment it ended, Sharon walked briskly to her office, heels clicking sharply against the polished floor.
The door slid shut behind her.
"Aria," she said immediately.
The woman standing beside the desk turned her head. At a glance, she looked human—short white hair, flawless features, calm silver eyes—but beneath the surface, she was anything but.
She is 2B from Nier Automata.
Sharon had renamed her Aria. "2B" had sounded far too crude for an android of her sophistication.
"Yes, Director?" Aria replied instantly, her voice smooth and perfectly modulated.
"Find me an island," Sharon ordered. "Large. Dense forests. Rich wildlife. Far from any mainland or major shipping routes."
She paused, then added, "No civilian settlements. Minimal satellite coverage."
"Understood," Aria said without hesitation.