A New Wolf Rises

Tyr sat at his workbench, tapping his foot nervously as his laptop screen loaded. His hands were steady, but his heart was racing. He had been tracking the revenue from Terraria for weeks now, and the numbers had been climbing steadily. Today was the day he would check his latest payout. 

When the screen refreshed and the total appeared, he froze. 

$2,340,856.78.

Two million dollars.

|A.N.: Unrealistic I know but I needed money| 

Tyr leaned back in his chair, his mind spinning. For a moment, he thought he was imagining it. He blinked, refreshing the page just to be sure. But the number didn't change. 

"Holy shit," he whispered, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "I'm rich." 

He didn't know whether to laugh, scream, or start planning how to spend it all. 

---

Over the next few hours, Tyr went over his options carefully. The money opened up possibilities he could only dream of before. For months, he'd been scraping by, working out of Finn's old workshop and stretching every dollar he could spare. 

Now? Now he could finally breathe. 

The first thing he did was look up houses. Not just for himself—no, this was for Finn too. The old man had taken him in when he had nowhere else to go, treated him like family even though they'd only known each other for half a year. 

Tyr found a listing for a spacious two-story home on the outskirts of the city. It had everything they needed: a workshop, a big kitchen, plenty of privacy, and enough space to expand if necessary. 

He hit buy without hesitation. 

---

"Grandpa!" Tyr called out, practically sprinting into the kitchen where Finn was making coffee. 

Finn turned, raising an eyebrow. "What's got you so worked up, kid?" 

"I bought us a house," Tyr said, his grin threatening to split his face. 

Finn blinked, the coffee pot in his hand tilting slightly. "You... bought a house?" 

Tyr nodded, pulling up the listing on his phone and showing it to him. "It's perfect. Big workshop, nice kitchen, no nosy neighbors. And it's ours." 

Finn stared at the screen for a long moment before letting out a low whistle. "Well, I'll be damned," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Guess that game of yours really paid off, huh?" 

"You have no idea," Tyr replied, still grinning. 

Finn set the coffee pot down, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're something else, kid. I don't even know what to say." 

"Say you'll start packing," Tyr said, laughing. "We move in next week." 

---

With the house sorted, Tyr turned his attention to his next priority: his suit. 

The current costume had served him well, but it was time for an upgrade. With the money he had now, he could finally afford the materials and tools he needed to build something that matched his vision. 

He spent hours sketching designs, refining every detail until it felt right. 

The new suit would be a masterpiece—a combination of high-tech innovation and menacing aesthetics. He envisioned it as a sleek, angular battle armor, its jagged edges and sharp lines exuding power and intimidation. 

The helmet, designed to resemble a wolf's snarling face, would feature glowing purple eyes that radiated an otherworldly energy. The chest plate would house his arc reactor, its swirling glow pulsating with power. 

The dominant colors were deep purple and black, with accents of glowing purple to highlight key areas like the chest emblem and gauntlets. The arms would be encased in spiked gauntlets, brutal and efficient for close combat, while the legs would be reinforced with segmented armor that allowed for maximum mobility. 

A flowing purple skirt-like element would drape from the waist, adding a regal, almost spectral quality to the suit's appearance. 

As Tyr sketched the final details, he leaned back in his chair, admiring his work. 

"This... this is something else," he muttered, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. 

He frowned slightly, realizing one thing. The design was a far cry from his current look. If he wore this, people probably wouldn't call him the Black Wolf anymore. 

"Doesn't matter," he said to himself. "It's time for something new." 

---

Tyr spent the next few days ordering the materials he needed. The reinforced alloys, specialized fabrics, and cutting-edge tech didn't come cheap, but he had the funds to cover it. 

As the packages began arriving, he felt a surge of excitement. He could already picture the suit coming together, piece by piece. 

---

In between his work on the suit, another idea started taking shape in Tyr's mind. 

He needed a way to stay ahead—not just in the field but in the bigger picture. The soldiers he'd faced in the mountains had made one thing clear: there were forces at play far beyond what he'd been dealing with so far. 

If he wanted to fight them, he needed information. He needed eyes and ears everywhere. 

And that meant building an AI. 

The idea had been lingering in the back of his mind for a while, but now he had the resources to make it a reality. He began sketching out plans, drawing inspiration from what he knew of Theon's world. 

"I'll call it... Argos," he said, smirking to himself.

The AI would serve as a global monitoring system, gathering data from public networks, news outlets, and any other accessible sources, acting as a virtual sentinel with unmatched oversight. It would process immense streams of information in real time, identifying patterns, anomalies, and potential threats across the globe.

Hence the name Argos, a reference to the all-seeing giant of Greek mythology, Argus Panoptes, whose countless eyes symbolized vigilance and omnipresence.

Tyr knew it would take time to build, especially since he was starting from scratch. But the thought of having a digital ally like this filled him with determination. 

---

By the end of the week, Tyr sat back in his chair, looking around his workshop. The plans for his suit were finalized, the materials were ready, and the foundation for Argos was beginning to take shape. 

He felt a strange sense of satisfaction—not just from the progress he'd made, but from the knowledge that he was building something bigger than himself. 

As he stood and stretched, he glanced at the designs for the suit one more time. 

"A new wolf," he muttered, a small smile playing on his lips. "Let's see what you can do."