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Los patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Hang in there a little longer. Maybe the world will change in unexpected ways soon."

說完。

He left without looking back, leaving the lamplighter standing blankly at the entrance to the Sage's Grove.

Late at night, the steel industry.

After washing up, Jordan changed into a comfortable set of pajamas and was ready to have a good night's sleep.

At that moment, the curtains were lifted, and a young man flew in through the window.

Jordan was startled, clutching her slightly heaving chest, and then said irritably:

"Boss, could you please use the main entrance next time? Just because you can fly doesn't mean you can do whatever you want!"

"Besides, what are you doing here so late?"

She looked at Los, who had barged into the bedroom, blinked, and said suspiciously, "It can't be lust..."

Ross extended a finger and hooked it up, making a gesture as if to knock him on the head, which startled Jordan, who covered his forehead.

He asked, "Have all the parts and materials I asked you to buy arrived?"

"arrive."

Jordan nodded subconsciously, then suddenly realized something and asked in horror, "You don't mean to start assembling it now, do you?"

Los smiled slightly: "You guessed right, I'll work overtime."

Jordan's eyes rolled back, his poker face contorted, "You might as well just beat me up."

Steel industry.

Inside the basement, the lights were as bright as day.

With super vision and a super brain working together to calculate.

Los moved with astonishing speed, assembling a massive array of CPUs, memory, power supplies, cables, and other components into a colossal and complex machine cluster.

Some missing parts were hand-made on-site using the [Reconstruct] ability, welded using [Heat Vision], and cooled by [Cold Air Blow].

With superpowers and superhuman strength, it's like opening a creative mode.

The prototype of a giant supercomputer gradually emerged.

Following today's incident involving Congressman Newman and the cult, Los is taking steps to prevent any further unforeseen mishaps.

He decided to work through the night to create artificial intelligence from Stark Industries technology.

The existence of artificial intelligence requires supercomputers with enormous computing power as hardware support.

Jordan was completely helpless and could only stand at the basement door, staring blankly at Los, who was flying back and forth in the basement, his eyes burning with a fiery red light as he completed the welding.

Two hours later, a huge and sophisticated supercomputer appeared out of nowhere in the basement.

"This is simply a miracle."

Jordan stared in astonishment, his mouth agape. Even a professional team of a hundred people might not be able to assemble and configure this supercomputer in half a year.

And Los finished it all by himself in an hour or two?

"It's too early to be surprised."

Los smiled mysteriously, his shirt completely dry, as if his superhuman strength gave him inexhaustible energy.

He turned on the power and opened a series of buttons on the supercomputer control panel.

Under Jordan's curious gaze.

As several beams of blue projected light fell, countless data points, linked like silk threads, intertwined to form a three-dimensional image in the basement, resembling a living ball lightning.

“That’s the miracle,” Los whispered.

The sound system in the basement emitted a mechanical voice that sounded more like a woman's: "Good evening, Mr. Los, Ms. Jordan."

Jordan's eyes widened in surprise. "That's not my voice?" he asked.

"Yes, I hired him as well."

Los nodded, looking at the nascent artificial intelligence program before him, and pondered, "It seems we haven't named it yet."

Jarvis? Alice? Ultron?

He thought of Iron Man's ghost and suddenly laughed, "Let's call it 'Monday'."

With the advent of artificial intelligence, the steel army will not be far behind.

063 The Beginning of World Change

Steel industry.

In the basement where the supercomputer was stored, a blue, ball-lightning-like projection of code spun, and a magnetic, mechanical female voice emanated from the speakers:

"Name accepted. AI 'Monday' is at your service, sir."

Jordan couldn't help but mutter, "It's disgusting to hear my own voice, and I'm not going to be so polite to you."

Los looked at her strangely. "Who kept calling her 'BOSS, BOSS' and even cried out for help when facing Newman, the woman who had her head blown off?"

Jordan's eyes widened, his cool poker face tilted back, his fist hardening.

However, she quickly lost heart, realizing that even in male form, she was no match for this guy.

Looking at the AI ​​projection in front of him, Los commanded, "On Monday, grant Jordan and Kate Level 1 AI authorization."

Monday: "Yes, Level 1 privileges have been granted."

"What can she do?"

Jordan was still unaware of what level of intelligent being he possessed with Level One authority.

Los casually remarked, "It's only enough to hack into the Vought Group's headquarters database, the world's main server, any bank's financial database, or even manipulate a steel armored force to start a war."

Jordan stared in astonishment, his mouth agape: "That amazing?"

Isn't this equivalent to an alternative button for controlling a nuclear bomb?

Los smiled.

If this thing were to undergo another iteration and upgrade, it would possess true self-awareness, becoming either a world-class guardian or the source of world destruction.

That's how the Age of Ultron came about.

"With the help of super artificial intelligence, we can speed up the process of changing the world."

Los Chao instructed his assistant Jordan on Monday, "Through the Steel Body Industry, you can begin to get involved in fields such as artificial satellites, aviation, chip manufacturing, and new energy."

"Kate will be bringing Principal Gododkin and Ms. Shetty into politics."

With the political resources left by Newman, coupled with Ms. Shetty's own status as Principal Gododkin, Kate will soon be able to achieve a very high political status.

If he were to truly gain control of the world in the future, Los would need others to govern his empire.

After all.

He has no interest in politics or business; he will continue to explore superhuman abilities and pursue immortality and ultimate power.

King of the world? That's just the way he came.

In the world of American comics, only true strength comes from one's own power; otherwise, one may face the outcome of being 'invincible yet facing an enemy from beyond the heavens'.

Moreover, due to the deal signed with the Iron Man Ghost.

The day he completely controls the world of the Black Robe may also be the day Los leaves this universe.

Therefore, Kate and Jordan are the best candidates for governing the world in the future, cultivated by Los.

At this moment.

Jordan's eyes reflected the faint blue light of the AI ​​projection, his heart surging with excitement as he clearly sensed the infinite possibilities of his future self and the world.

Her gaze fell on Los's tall and slender figure, but she was momentarily lost in thought.

That subtle feeling returned—the growing sense of déjà vu of being increasingly distant from this roommate.

Isn't their future the stars and the sea?

……

Two weeks later.

Vought Group headquarters, Super Seven meeting room.

As the black-clad Los leaned back in his metal chair, basking in the afternoon sunlight streaming into the conference room, sipping an iced sparkling drink he'd bought from Starlight, and gazing down at the city outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Nothing happened during this period.

Superhumans achieved excellent results in their military service, the Black Robe Police Force seemed to vanish into thin air, and the Vought Group also signed a major peacekeeping deal with the U.S. government.

Los clocks in and out every day, basking in the sun, occasionally giving pointers to the seven members of the group, looking as carefree as someone with even more seniority than the first generation of Black.

"Is the pressure appropriate?"

A soft female voice rang out.

There weren't many people in the meeting room. Starlight was standing behind Los's metal chair, her small, shiny hands gently massaging his shoulders and neck.

As the light, brighter than lightning, rippled, there was a slightly tingling sensation.

"It's alright."

Los sipped his iced drink and enjoyed a massage from the popular hero Starlight.

If this scene were seen by the enthusiastic fans outside, it would definitely top the trending searches.

Los asked, "So, what is it you want to ask me, being so attentive?"

"You're making me sound like a green tea b*tch."

Starlight muttered to herself, "It's not like I only come here to please you when I need guidance."

"What did you just say?" Los seemed not to have heard clearly.

"It's nothing."

Starlight shook her head, her dazzling golden hair swaying, and continued to massage Los's shoulders, whispering:

"That's enough."

At this moment.

A black man in a tight blue uniform walked into the conference room.

Starlight withdrew her hands from Los's shoulder and smiled sweetly, "Well then, I'll get back to work now."

They pretended not to see the locomotive.

After Starlight left the meeting room, he grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, and greeted Los:

"Hey bro, the weather's really nice today."

What are you holding in your hand?

Los glanced at the locomotive; the other locomotive had one hand behind its back, as if it were hiding something.

"As expected, I couldn't hide it from you."

Looking at the drinks in Los's hand, the locomotive awkwardly took out two iced drinks from behind him, exactly the same as the ones Starlight had just given him.

Recently, due to Queen Maeve's frequent absences, Los, as the Black Basic, has teamed up with Locomotive.

The two are much more familiar with each other than when they first teamed up.

Los immediately teased the locomotive, "When did you start learning to flatter like the Deep Sea?"

The locomotive shook its head, placed the drink on the table, and stammered, "It's not flattery, I just want to thank you."

"Thank me?" Los was somewhat surprised.

“Yes, I must thank you.” The locomotive looked at Los gratefully.

Because they had previously exposed members of the Black Robe Inspection Team, they had also successfully facilitated the process of recruiting superhumans into the military.

Perhaps it was also because of the seven-person gathering that Los hosted that night; the in high spirits of his countrymen spared his girlfriend, the "Claw Woman."

From that day on, the locomotive was always grateful to Los.