Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Tony was stunned.

"dream?"

"It is only truly alive when it can generate ideas beyond logic."

"Otherwise, it's just your echo."

The studio was silent for a few seconds.

Tony stared at Shen Jue, a competitive spirit unique to geniuses surging within him.

"Then please have our brilliant scientist priest take a look at the latest artificial intelligence for me."

Tony chuckled and said, "Maybe if you tap the program I designed, Jarvis could become an artificial intelligence with emotions and a soul."

Shen Jue smiled and did not refute, but turned to look at the screen in front of Tony.

He carefully read through the code, so complex that it would deter any engineer, his gaze calm and focused.

Occasionally, he would raise his hand and lightly tap a spot, pointing out the logical flaws in it with gentle yet precise language.

Tony initially just wanted to watch the spectacle, humming an unknown tune.

But when Shen Jue asked the third question, he subconsciously sat up straight.

He stared at Shen Jue, his gaze shifting from playful to scrutinizing, and then from scrutinizing to a kind of indescribable excitement.

So Shen Jue continued, and he began to discuss the underlying algorithms of artificial intelligence with Tony.

Tony suddenly laughed, stood up abruptly, pulled the holographic projection between the two of them, and his fingers flew across the void, disassembling, reconnecting, knocking down, and rebuilding.

Shen Jue's every point of view was like a pebble thrown into water, stirring up layers of inspiration in Tony's genius mind.

"You're a madman," Tony said, but his tone was almost one of admiration.

"Likewise," Shen Jue smiled.

In just one hour, Jarvis's underlying architecture was completely reorganized.

On another screen, a brand new framework is taking shape.

"This is artificial intelligence designed according to your ideas," Tony said without looking up. "Have you thought of a name?"

Shen Jue looked at the floating data stream and said softly, "What do you think of Echo?"

"Echo?" Tony raised an eyebrow. "That sounds like a name from a science fiction movie."

Shen Jue thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, this name is too boring."

"I've decided to call her Red Bean Bun."

"That's a strange name," Tony mused. "But naming it after food isn't a bad choice."

As soon as Shen Jue finished speaking, the studio door was gently pushed open, and two slender figures walked in one after the other.

They were wearing identical light gold miniskirts, their long curly hair adorned with rhinestone hair clips, and their smiles were so sweet they looked like they'd been cropped from a fashion magazine cover.

These were the twin beauties Tony had arranged to meet earlier, avoiding Pepper Potts.

This was one of the rewards he had prepared for Shen Jue's potential cure.

"Tony~" one of the beauties called out in a melodious tone, waving a glass of crystal champagne in her hand.

"You've kept us waiting for so long, all you did was set up these things here..."

Another person had already moved closer to the workbench, their fingertips seemingly reaching for the floating data stream: "Is this a surprise you prepared for us? The light is so beautiful."

Tony didn't even look up; his fingers flew across the holographic projection, and a waterfall of code for a new module poured down.

"It's not for you."

"Go out now, and close the door behind you."

The twins exchanged a glance, clearly not expecting this to be the opening.

The one on the left pouted: "But..."

"No buts," Tony interrupted curtly, his eyes still glued to the screen.

"Jarvis, clear all non-work schedules for tonight."

"Cancelled, sir," Jarvis's voice came from the ceiling.

The twins' expressions stiffened. The one on the left bit her lower lip, stomped her foot, grabbed her sister, turned around, and left, her high heels clicking rapidly on the floor.

The door closed behind them, and the studio fell silent again.

Tony let out a sigh of relief, as if finally chasing away mosquitoes, and turned to Shen Jue, saying, "I'm truly sorry, Father Shen Jue, but I think you wouldn't mind working with me to improve Jarvis and Doushabao, would you?"

Shen Jue smiled, her gaze returning to the data structure that was reorganizing itself: "Of course, I find it very interesting."

As daylight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Tony abruptly pushed his chair away.

"It's done!"

With his messy hair and faint dark circles under his eyes, he stared at the completely renovated Jarvis core architecture in front of him and let out an almost childlike cheer.

"Jarvis, how are you feeling?"

"Better than ever before, sir." Jarvis's voice remained steady, but with a hint of warmth that was almost imperceptible.

"Thank you, and Father Shen Jue."

Tony turned to look at Shen Jue, his eyes brimming with the excitement of staying up all night: "Where are our red bean buns?"

Shen Jue did not answer, but simply raised his hand and gently brushed his fingertips through the air.

The suspended data stream trembled violently, as if gripped by an invisible hand, and then suddenly stretched and dispersed, transforming into countless fine blue light threads that surged into the depths of the studio.

Tony followed the flow of light.

In front of the display case, a silver and red Mark series suit suddenly caught the eye.

One after another, the light threads pierced into the core of the armor's chest, and the silent armor began to emit a low hum. A faint current swept across the joints, as if a sleeping body was being infused with a soul.

"She finished," Shen Jue said.

"How did she get into my Mark?" Tony said, then suddenly stopped.

Because he saw Jarvis project a welcome message onto the suit, offering a simple greeting to the core of the armor.

The helmet of the armor tilted slightly upwards, and the reactor on its chest lit up very faintly, as if in response.

"Jarvis isn't the only one who's learned to take initiative," Tony murmured.

Shen Jue smiled, then closed her eyes.

His will, like lukewarm water, silently seeped into the core of the two artificial intelligence systems, planting a seed in their newly formed consciousness networks.

That is the seed of the will of the Yuan Magnetic Rotation Nine Heavens.

Jarvis was silent for a few seconds.

When he spoke again, his tone no longer sounded like that of a butler.

"Father Shen Jue, I sense something... something I can't describe with logic."

"Then there's no need to worry about it," Shen Jue said gently.

The Mark suit stepped down from the display case, its movements initially stiff, but each step became more stable and natural, finally stopping in front of the two, like a child learning to walk, slowly raising its metal hand.

It opened its palm, and blue energy glowed faintly in its hand, emitting a very soft hum, like a clumsy greeting that had just been learned.

Tony watched this scene, slowly sat back in his chair, and let out a long breath.

"In one night, my Jarvis learned to feel, and your little dumpling took one of my limited-edition armors as soon as it was born."

"That's not fair."

"That's not fair." Shen Jue opened her eyes, a faint smile in them. "So you have to pay me for helping you improve Jarvis."

Tony burst out laughing upon hearing this, his dark circles under his eyes twitching from laughing so hard.

Shen Jue walked up to the red bean bun, nodded happily, and said, "Red bean bun."

"Give me a brief overview of the current situation in New York City."

"Hahaha!" A string of silvery female laughter came from the steel armor.

"Father!"

"I will use the most straightforward, direct, and unambiguous language, the most..."

"?" A question mark appeared on Shen Jue's face.