Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 227 Questions about Androids (First Update)

Salomon's admiration for the Sorcerer Supreme was palpable. It's likely that the Supreme knew about Mephisto's descent into the mortal realm and left offspring, which is why he conveniently suggested that the old devil return Agent Coulson's soul. Furthermore, since the Supreme personally handled the exchange, it was virtually impossible for Mephisto to tamper with the soul. According to the Supreme, Agent Coulson's soul returned to his body shortly after Salomon used his magic to restore Coulson's vital signs; Salomon had no need to worry about resurrecting a soulless monster.

Compared to Agent Coulson and Mephisto, the Sorcerer Supreme advised Salomon to focus his attention on the witch—since the alchemical lifeform was completed, Salomon hadn't returned to Bayonetta's apartment for a whole night. The Supreme believed that avoidance wasn't the solution; after all, he had designed the android's body to be so erotic, and Salomon had to bear the consequences of his indulgence.

That was an artificial being, an alchemical assistant, an eternal guardian. Salomon believed the witch wouldn't accept this explanation; Bayonetta and Jeanne would only think the sorcerer had created a doll for their lust, because he had gone too far. It wasn't just the extremely revealing clothing and overly perfect physique, but also the fact that Salomon's achievements in necromancy had resulted in incredibly realistic replicas of certain organs, further enhanced by the addition of bionic flesh. Salomon felt that if the witch knew this, he would be unable to clear his name—the artificial being had to remain a secret!

The Supreme Master, a lover of family comedies, enthusiastically offered a suggestion to his disciple.

"My Lady!"

Salomon knelt on one knee, cradling a beautiful, jade-like foot encased in black stockings before her. Warm, dim sunlight streamed into the living room through the window, refracting the object in the sorcerer's hands into a rainbow of colors in the dim light—it was a high heel, a crystal high heel. The sorcerer gently slipped the crystal shoe onto the foot, then kissed the subtly flesh-colored surface.

"My Queen!"

Salomon slipped a crystal high heel onto her other foot as well. "I don't know how to describe you. Your radiance surpasses these dazzling crystal shoes, surpasses all the finest jewels, surpasses the intoxicating breeze blowing across a lake in summer and the warm, fruity scent of an autumn sunset..."

"Who taught you to say such mushy things, great poet?" The witch covered her mouth with her fingertips, but the upturned corners of her lips couldn't be hidden. The Sorcerer Supreme was right; no woman is immune to flattering words, not even a goddess, and the effect is even better when paired with a perfect gift. Salomon did as he was told, but his actions were incomprehensible to the homunculus standing beside the sofa, clutching the Cheshire Cat. She tilted her head, seemingly pondering her master's intentions.

The Cheshire Cat yawned widely, its long tongue lolling out. "Hmph, old tricks, nothing new," it thought. "This happens several times a day; it's used to it." It sniffed the woman holding it. Nothing. No scent. The Cheshire Cat couldn't hear the blood flowing beneath her skin, nor feel the warmth of her breath—she was a strange woman, but because of the shared soul connection with her master, the Cheshire Cat didn't mind her holding it.

"This doesn't mean I forgive you, darling." Bayonetta lifted her leg, the toe of her shoe grazing the sorcerer's chest and down to his throat. She licked her lips. "You actually created a female android for yourself? Aren't you satisfied with having us by your side?"

Here it comes, the death trap! The sorcerer took a deep breath and said in a sickeningly sweet tone, "Dina is my assistant; her life originates from me. I need someone who can protect me while I cast spells and command all the construct armies I create. You can consider her my other half, Bayonetta." Salomon grasped her foot and slowly stood up. He moved closer to the sofa, and Bayonetta withdrew her leg, half-guiding, half-pulling as the sorcerer approached her, until Salomon held her thigh, until the sorcerer's nostrils were filled with her perfume. "She still needs to learn; she is my most perfect creation so far. My dear, this is a step towards the great truth. Once she was created, this world will bear her name; she is my Homunculus, and she will forever accompany my soul. Just like you, Bayonetta."

"You have a sweet tongue," the witch chuckled, pressing her small leather whip against Salomon's chin. She glanced at the homunculus standing to the side, then decided to continue tormenting the sorcerer. "But that doesn't mean I can forgive you for stealing my lipstick for your homunculus."

"Uh... let me explain, I just want to find the perfect lip color..." Salomon's previously fluent answer suddenly stalled, because this question had exceeded his expectations of the "100 questions a witch might ask." Clearly, he hadn't prepared enough, not nearly enough. Use your brain, use your brain, come on, you'll definitely find the perfect answer!

Salomon figured out the answer and whispered it in the witch's ear. Bayonetta was very satisfied with the answer; the arcane mage had passed the test!

After the witch released the sorcerer, Salomon began teaching the android how to prepare dinner. While chopping vegetables, the inquisitive android raised questions about what she had witnessed. "Master," she asked, "why did you do those things? Did those actions have any special meaning in human society? Do female primates all prefer minerals that refract light? Why was Master interested in the witch's lower limbs? The witch's weapons posed no threat to you, so why did you feel nervous?"

"Why do you have these questions?" Salomon shifted his gaze from the chopping board. The android remained expressionless under his gaze, leading Salomon to wonder if he had made a mistake when creating the facial traction system. Despite his doubts, Salomon explained to the bewildered android, "It's a kind of romance, a way of maintaining a romantic relationship. You have feelings; I was certain of that when I created you because I poured my life force into it. It's precisely because you have feelings that you can't understand what just happened, because it's something you can't learn from any book. It's love, Dinah. Everything stems from love, and it's something you need to learn slowly. One day, your emotions will become richer."

"I can feel the connection between myself and Master." The android lowered his eyes, clutching his chest with both hands. "Before this, I always thought it was the vibration of the alchemy engine. Is this love too, Master?"

"This is loyalty," Salomon shook his head in denial. "It's because you are a part of my life, and our souls are connected. Even if you were to die, the next homunculus I create would be you, therefore you possess the alchemical soul I created."

"Just as humans love their Creator, I love my Creator, Master. I believe I am far more devout than humans, and I understand you through my soul," the homunculus said. "If you yearn for love, I am willing to write a holy book for you, so that people will love you as they love God. At that time, you will have the love of many, and you will no longer need to perform those acts of begging for love."

Salomon rolled his eyes. This was the problem with androids created from their own life force. While androids were absolutely loyal, once the alchemical soul was linked to the alchemist's life force, various problems would arise in their minds—values ​​drastically different from their creator's, jealousy towards any creature that approached their creator, and even the construction of temples dedicated to their creator to glorify them. The arcane mage now wondered if he had supplied too much life force; the androids' fanaticism seemed excessive.

This is an unfixable bug; the Alchemist Soul cannot be changed or reset.

"No, Dinah, no." Salomon shook his head and continued chopping vegetables. He created androids not only to protect him in battle, but also to solve the trivial matters of daily life and research; androids must learn to cook.

"I noticed that I'm wearing high heels just like the witch, so I can conclude that high heels suit Master's aesthetic. If Master likes that kind of behavior, I'm not against helping. Is this what they call a masochist online?"

"Where did you learn all this? I didn't tell you to learn any of this! Your network interface has been removed!" Salomon's eyes widened in surprise. He had been making the androids learn things, but he had forgotten to tell them what they couldn't learn.

"I learned from Jarvis's network, Master."

"F*uck! That cynic!"

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(End of this chapter)