Chapter 553: Terrible Story (Part 1) _1

Shiller arrived at Stark Building. As he approached the lab door, he could hear Strange and Stark arguing inside.

"I'll say it again, Tony Stark! I'm a doctor, not God! Why are you always coming to me with these impossible tasks?!"

"Because you know magic!" Stark argued confidently.

Strange took a deep breath, clenched his fists and said, "Teaching a robot magic? How did you even come up with this idea? Does it even make sense?!"

Just as Stark was about to respond, Strange raised a hand to stop him, and said, "There are billions of people on Earth, but for each generation, less than 200 learn magic and join Kamar-Taj."

"This is a subject where one cannot succeed without innate talent, and even with it, there's a high chance of failure, to put it simply, it's a miracle of probability."

"But, Jarvis's opponent, Ultron, doesn't know magic. If Jarvis does, wouldn't he definitely win?" Stark's thought process was clear, and he continued,

"Although I think that scientists who lose control of intelligent life forms are not professional enough, if this guy named Ultron really inherited Pym's intelligence and thinking, he might be quite difficult to deal with."

"Not just Jarvis, even if it's any one of The Avengers facing such an opponent, they must have a way to ensure that they have an absolute advantage when confronting Ultron."

"But it's tricky, as an intelligent life form with infinite learning ability, after so much evolution, no one knows what level it has evolved to."

"So, I think, Ultron doesn't know magic, but Jarvis does, which will give Jarvis a definite advantage."

"And did you ever think about why the powerful Ultron doesn't know magic?"

"Because no one taught him, so that's why I brought you here to teach Jarvis magic!"

At this moment, Shiller walked in. As soon as he entered, he stopped, stunned. In the center of Stark's lab, a huge robot was placed.

The robot was more than two meters tall, currently fixed by two supports from both ends, with a distance of more than a meter from the ground.

The various complex pipes and circuits surrounding it were dazzling. This one robot occupied more than half of the vast space in Stark's lab.

Shiller stepped forward, observing the robot. Honestly, it was more like a humanoid machine than a robot. At first glance, its limbs were very human-like, or rather, they resembled a perfect human.

What was surprising was that the metallic armor of its limbs reflected every muscle of a human. If one ignores the lines vaguely visible from its joints, it appeared more like a classical sculpture found in the hands of a Renaissance master, except that it was made of metal.

Another detail that differed from humans was its head, which had a more mechanical style. It didn't have distinct facial features. A streamlined human head model had been split into four parts, connected by complex structures. Near the temple of the head, there were two droplet-shaped metal pieces suspended, decreasing the rigid mechanical feel, making it seem more lively.

Shiller crossed his arms, carefully examining the robot, and noticed traces of many familiar technologies incorporated within.

Even though he was admittedly only good at screwing in light bulbs, he could tell that the structure of the head was Stark's design. It was similar to his battlesuit, only more daring and complex.

The resemblance of muscle lines and bionics looked more like Connor's work, perhaps also combining some of Osborn's biotechnology.

Furthermore, Shiller noticed a bit of Kree technology shadowed in the leg structures and power system.

Seeing Shiller observing the robot, Stark lifted his head, snorted, and pressed a button on his wrist armor.

Suddenly, the four supports fixing the robot retracted back into the ceiling and floor. However, the robot did not fall to the ground but floated in the air.

"Anti-gravity system?" Shiller squinted and asked, "It seems the Kree spaceship was very useful to you."

Stark smirked and pressed his wrist armor again. Suddenly, the ceiling opened up, and accompanied by a familiar mechanical hum, a pair of huge wings descended. Along with a "click-click" sound, the wings were fixed onto the robot's back.

Shiller looked up and discovered that in the ceiling's hollow, apart from wing parts, there was something that looked very much like Doctor Octopus's arm and a power unit that resembled a rocket engine nearby.

Suddenly, the floor opened, revealing different models of hand weapon components on the rising workbench. Shiller saw a component that looked very much like a freeze gun, the rest of them, he didn't recognize.

When a billionaire who possesses the world's most money and the most genius brains wants to play with models, the creative ideas and production capabilities that they can unleash are endless.

Previously, even though Stark also dabbled with models, he only played with battlesuits that he could wear. The most basic premise of a battlesuit is that it has to be wearable, as the human body is fragile.