CHAPTER 153
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The Toaster has killed Corn
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For a week, I focused on leveling my [Technomancy] each level becoming harder to obtain, but while the race was becoming steadily harder each day, the end game was worth it.
In the meantime, however, I focused on other matters on the side while I was not leveling my [Technomancy], like creating a new armor.
Since my last armor had been broken to pieces during the time walking dungeon, Age of Ultron, I needed something to fill that void, I was essentially naked, so it was back to square one with it, the first armor I had was a very basic one, no technology incorporated, at least nothing impressive, this time I wanted something more technologically advanced.
Also, with what I knew now, I was confident I would be able to craft something better, something stronger, something unique.
But the question was, what did I want?
Before, all I wanted was an armor strong enough to defined my body, and while that sentiment remained, I needed more, and that more would shape the idea of what I wanted, of what I required.
Ideally, I wanted an armor that would not only protect me from damage but heal the very damage it couldn't protect.
At this, I grinned as an idea popped into my mind.
I had millions of pots, thanks to the dungeons my golems were constantly doing, so why not use them for this next project?
For others, this very concept was not doable at least to the level I wanted to have, but for me? I had more potions than I could count, meaning all I needed to do was add so sort of intravenous injecting system within the armor and my problems of mana or health would be gone, I would be essentially immortal…. No, effectively immortal with my armor on.
This would also save me the time of having to drink the pots, which were seconds that could cost one's life during the heat of battle.
"I like where this is going," I chuckled, taking notes of my ideas as I started to make a draft.
So far, in my head I had a suit of armor that not only protected me but healed all wounds but what else? What else I wanted to add? What else was possible?
I hummed for a while, dwelling on the thought when once again, an idea popped into my mind.
Magical inscriptions.
If I could add them to my armor, I would save time doing spells, like the portals, for example, if I made an inscription for my portal spell, I would save time doing them, they would become an instant cast spell as long as I focused mana into the inscription.
And that was only the beginning because I could also add magical formulas in the form of inscriptions to make fast transmutations or inscriptions for magical shields or weapons.
"Well, that's enough magic, for now, now I need some technology," I chuckled, thinking about the possibilities.
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I continued working on my armor for weeks, using my [Technomancy] during the whole process, because you know… killing two birds with one stone.
But as time progressed, it was becoming evidently clear the list of things I wanted to add to my armor were near impossible for the technology of earth to achieve, meaning I had to think out of the box.
So with that thought in mind, I moved my focus to outer space, where I started to visit planets in the search of technology to reverse engineer or copy with my [Technomancy].
The first planet I visited was Xandar.
And I had to admit, the place looked like out of a sfi-ci movie but better, and right there and then, I knew going to space had been the right call.
Eager to learn, I roamed through the planet aimlessly coping what I could, little by little filling the pieces of information I needed to complete my armor, more than not I would focus on nova corps ships.
Their ships had everything I needed in terms of technology, I just simply had to make it smaller.
Their technology in short was breath taking, but I also had to take into account they barely held their ground against Thanos even with all their flashy tech, so whatever I acquired through my [Technomancy] here I had to improve if I wanted to use it against the big guy.
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[Thor Odinson POV]
Defeated in honorable combat, by my brother not long ago.
I had to admit, the feeling of defeat was refreshing, but also a wake-up call, unlike my brother who trains day and night, I was becoming complacent with my power, for none posed a threat to me, for I was mighty.
My brother showed me, being complacent was a mistake.
Not too long ago, I was able to run circles around him without breaking a sweat, now, that gap no longer existed, and I was happy for it, because without him closing the gap, I would've never had the need to outdo myself, to push the boundaries of what I knew.
No more I would let my power blind me, no more I would think I had no match, even if that statement was true, for I had learned strength is ever changing, so in kind, I would show my brother the same, so that he could too push the boundaries of what he knew.
I would inspire him like he had done with me.
And who knows what mighty levels we would both reach, of that, not even I was sure! And that exited me, who knows, we might even surpass the old man!
"Thor, baby, you've been training too much," Mother said with a frown as she entered my personal arena.
"Non-sense mother, I have just begun!" I declared with a grin, for I would not stop until I reached new heights.
"Is this because of Alex?" Mother chuckled.
I nodded, "Indeed it is, next time we fight, I will return the favor giving him a battle to be remembered, I will too push him like he has pushed me!"
Mother sighed, "You two really feel like brothers,"
"Indeed," I laughed, going back to my training.
"I'll have the servants bring you some food here then," Mother said walking out of the room.