Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 224 Infusion of Soul (Second Update)

If the previous Alchemist skeleton was a technology that left Stark baffled, the construct Salomon assembled this time was within Stark's comprehension. Although he still couldn't understand why a small wooden stick could generate electricity, that didn't stop him from using existing technology to create a better one, and even replacing the energy source with a new type of reactor, increasing its endurance.

Stark's boasting only earned him the glare of the arcane mage. Salomon was merely manufacturing the Legion's low-level constructs, and he himself hadn't used much advanced technology. The cost of one of Stark's Iron Man suits was enough to produce dozens of constructs, not including those with the Lightning Bolt spell—using the Lightning Bolt wand was Salomon's sudden inspiration; he believed that placing a few truly special constructs within his low-level ones was a sign of respect to the enemy. When the enemy thought his constructs were just like Boston Dynamics' robotic dogs, only good for kicking a ball, and then suddenly unleashed a Lightning Bolt spell, the feeling of surprise was indescribable; even Salomon felt envious.

He decided to name these two trash constructs "Ancient Machines" so that the next time he dragged the constructs into battle, he could say, "This is my turn!"

"I've recently developed many models of the Iron Man suit to deal with different situations." Stark clapped his hands, gesturing for Salomon to look in the other direction. "The Mark 8 Iron Man suit is an optimization of the Mark 7, with enhanced defensive capabilities and weapon systems; this is the Mark 9 Iron Man suit. While retaining the defensive capabilities of the previous version, I redesigned the flight system. This was a minor issue I discovered during the Battle of New York. Although the air flap braking replaced the thruster braking, the flight speed was reduced. This problem has now been solved, making it essentially an enhanced version of the Mark 7 from the Battle of New York; this is the Mark 10 Iron Man suit, my attempt to explore high-altitude combat; this is the Mark 11 Iron Man suit, my attempt in modular design. Because the Iron Man suit still has shortcomings in portability, this suit is just an experiment. My future Iron Man suits will all explore specific areas."

He pointed a screwdriver at his head. "I'm not just rich," he said. "I'm a super genius."

"Oh." Tony Stark's boasting didn't elicit any envy from Salomon. After looking at the new Iron Man suits, the arcane mage lowered his head again and continued assembling his second construct. Stark wasn't annoyed by Salomon's indifference. He hopped over to the arcane mage, casually hooking his arm around Salomon's shoulder, completely ignoring the arcane mage's resistant expression.

"So," he asked, "are you interested in collaborating with me to develop a sufficiently powerful magical armor..."

"Not interested." Salomon rolled his eyes again. "Armor would hinder my spellcasting unless I programmed all my spellcasting gestures. I don't know if that plan would even work, but I personally think it's completely unnecessary. I already have a magical armor set, the kind that can transform."

"Is that the suit you were wearing that day? To be honest, I've always wanted to figure out how your armor transforms."

"That's magic. You can think about it differently. Besides, why are you making so many Iron Man suits? Aren't the Senate hearings enough for you?"

"Nobody knows about these suits. And, as you said, I'll have a daughter, and I don't want her to live in an unsafe world. I don't know if you can understand this feeling, but I know it's my responsibility as a father. Okay, that sounds a bit sentimental, since my daughter isn't even born yet."

"Then you'd better start designing a child safety seat for your Iron Man suit right now."

"Don't get agitated. Although I don't know why you're so focused on taking responsibility for humanity, I just want my daughter to be safe. Besides, no one can stop my bursts of inspiration, can they?"

"Just don't let Miss Potts kick you out of bed, you idiot."

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When the arcane mage entered Kamar-Taj headquarters carrying a large bundle, followed by two constructs with a steampunk aesthetic, the two constructs immediately attracted the attention of many apprentices. When they saw that Salomon was standing between the two constructs, they were not surprised by the sight—Salomon was still young, and it was only natural for him to explore some inexplicable magic.

Salomon led the construct toward the Sorcerer Supreme's meditation room. He ordered the construct to stop outside the door while he went up to knock. A short while later, the occultist in charge of the Sorcerer Supreme's daily life opened the door. Without asking if the Sorcerer Supreme wished to see Salomon, the occultist simply led him inside—the Sorcerer Supreme always saw his favorite disciple; it was a privilege bestowed upon him by his innate talent, something others could only envy.

Before the Sorcerer Supreme's low table stood a large glass jar filled with alchemical gel, within which lay the alchemical skeleton created by Salomon. Under the Sorcerer Supreme's supervision, Salomon was steadily advancing his research. Because this step involved necromancy, the Supreme Master specifically requested that the cultivation of the bionic flesh be carried out under his watchful eye.

Salomon's purpose this time was to test whether the bionic flesh was compatible with the alchemical skeleton and magical metal shell. If not, he would have to replace the metal shell to give his alchemical artificial life form soft skin. So far, the project was progressing smoothly. The Sorcerer Supreme sipped his tea, watching with great interest the strands of bionic flesh slowly climbing onto the metal shell in the glass tank. Each time the rune-covered metal shell was touched by the bionic muscle fibers, it glowed with a dim light.

This is a framework used to constrain the growth of the bionic flesh. Although it is not real flesh, it has the same temperature as real flesh. In some cases, this flesh will also secrete sweat and mucus, a technique Salomon learned from the creation of flesh golems.

"Teacher." Salomon put down his package and gave a perfunctory bow. Although the Sorcerer Supreme would quickly transform into a reclusive otaku who ate snacks and drank soda when no one was around, he still had to abide by the rules when meeting the Venerable in front of other arcane mages.

"Come sit down." Seeing the Venerable One gesture for the other sorcerers to leave the meditation room, Salomon took a large bag of rainbow candies from his pocket and handed it to the Sorcerer Supreme. "Your research results are not bad," the Venerable One said while eating the candies. "At least you don't have to worry about your alchemical artificial life form suddenly shedding its skin, but if you don't have a maintenance plan, the scene will be quite gruesome. Also, I've noticed that some of your runes are acting strangely when guiding the growth of the bionic flesh. Are you sure you want to set your alchemical artificial life form as female?"

"Hmm, I think the maid is a safer option." Salomon sat down next to the Sorcerer Supreme. "Because I'm going to have an alchemical soul implanted later, which involves my life force, so I need your supervision, Master. Speaking of which, this construct isn't exactly Homunculus, nor is it a purely mechanical construct; I think the term 'synthetic' suits her better."

"You've started calling her 'her' now. Tell me, has your knowledge told you about the consequences of doing so?"

"If I were to construct this alchemical artificial life form using my own life force, she would develop an extreme sense of worship towards me. Although she possesses her own intelligence, she will always protect me and never betray me through our soul connection. Furthermore, since her soul is Homunculus, she has a considerably high level of alchemy expertise. Perhaps with her help, I will one day create the Philosopher's Stone," Salomon said. "This alchemical artificial life form might engage in some fanatical behavior and will prioritize my safety in moral judgments, but she will never betray me. This is far superior to Stark's artificial intelligence."

"Alright, I'll watch from the side. If there are any problems, I'll interrupt your spellcasting, so be prepared. Also, what's in those packages?"

"It's just some clothes." Salomon blushed. "I promise, it's just some clothes."

"Including that dress that was so short it couldn't be shorter?"

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