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The Toaster is Alive! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
After my trip to Disney with the girls, I opened a portal to the Vibranium planets I had laid claim to, to see how the production was going, for the moment everything was going more than well, my golems were growing day by day, and my processed vibranium reserves were already bigger than those of Wakanda.
But I felt that something was missing.
For the moment, I had clay, stone, and metal golems.
And, soon I would have golems based on the Destroyer of Asgard, but still, I felt like I could do more.
And then as I pondered deep in thought about what else I could do with my Golem factory, it hit me, the Sentinels from X-Men: Days of Future Past.
I had access to everything to make them, I knew where Bolivar Trask was, and I had access to Raven's DNA, granted she had to agree, but I could always persuade her to do so, meaning all that left was putting my mind into the project and I would if I succeeded have an army of droids that evolved depending on the enemy they were facing.
Granted, if I succeeded I had to make heavy modifications to their code because they were made to kill mutants, but still, after the modifications, they would become essential parts of my army.
The question now was, how long would making them would take me? I mean, the Sentinels I wanted appeared in the future, in 2023, the evolving model.
A Bolivar's research and blueprints at the moment were for the first sentinels, the beta version so to speak.
"Hmm," I hummed, maybe it would be like the super-soldier serum, years of research to crack the formula.
Which reminds me, I have yet to modify the serum so that I can administer the girls with it at a later date.
Wait…
My technomancy!
My technomancy allowed me to copy any type of technology as long as I have enough level on the skill, meaning… there was an easy way out of this path, I needed to do another time walking dungeon.
The X-Men: Days of Future Past time walking dungeon to be precise.
If my hypothesis worked, I would be able to copy the sentinels I wanted, skipping the middle man.
Heck if this shit worked, I would be able to do so much more than leveling inside those dungeons.
I would push my own technology years ahead, no decades… fuck that, centuries!
I grinned.
Opening my dungeon tab, accessing the time walking dungeons.
It was time to test that theory.
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Eager to test my theory out, I accessed the X-Men: Days of Future Past time walking dungeon, and like the Age of Ultron, I was spawned in the middle of the beginning of the movie.
I was in no rush to do anything though, I had come here for a reason, a very particular reason, to try and see if it was possible to copy technology from the dungeons using my [Technomancy]
At a later date I would come to actually do the dungeon, but for now? Well, fuck them dungeons, I had things to try, and experiments to run.
So, I opened a portal to where the remaining members of the X-Men were in this post-apocalyptic world and waited.
Thirty minutes later, after a bunch of notifications about quests and other things, my targets arrived, the sentinels arrived.
[Sentinel Mk X LV 225]
One of them, in particular, running towards me, I grinned.
Immediately putting to test my theory, by using my [Techomancy] on it.
[Technomancy Level Required For Copy = 60]
It was possible… it was freaking possible to copy things within these fake worlds.
I laughed, equipping the power stone as I did so, with this discovery the possibilities were endless, I had at my fingertips a catalog of powerful technology waiting to be copied.
[Time Walking Dungeon - Failed]
As expected, the moment I equipped the power stone, the world around me froze, and in the blink of an eye, I found myself back in the real world, grinning like a mad man.
"It's possible," I muttered, already knowing what I would do for the moment being, leveling the heck out of [Technomancy]
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[Odin Borson POV]
I was faced with a difficult decision, letting my child die, or stopping him myself.
I decided on the latter of the two.
To protect Loki from Alex's wrath, I had to force Loki to obey.
~Poor, poor Odin,~
Hela…
"Leave me alone!" I roared, I was already having a hard time accepting I was to bound my son magically so that he doesn't try to do anything stupid.
~But I can't,~ Hela replied, laughing, ~You trapped me within your power, and until your pathetic life ends, I can't leave you alone, believe me, darling, I have tried,~
"Alex will never love you," I replied if anything to rile her up.
~Oh but he will, because I will offer him the universe, something no other woman will be able to,~ Hela replied, ~I will even allow Thor to live if that pleases him,~
"He's not bound by destiny Hela, he broke his a long time ago, meaning the prophecy you know of is void," I replied with a sigh.
~Is it now? Well, would you look at that, I am a basic girl, after all, now that I feel he's more… unreachable, I want him even more,~ Hela giggled.
"You can want all you want, but you will get nothing," I shot back.
~Sure, whatever makes your old heart feel at ease, not that it will change a thing, after all, the very fact he broke destiny with his very own hands makes him even more worthy of me than ever before, mark my words, dear father, he will be mine, through blood if needed, for a Queen, needs his King, in both conquest and in love,~ Hela shot back her magic flaring.
"You know nothing about love, child of darkness," I sighed.
~Mayhaps I know nothing, but who knows, I might learn a thing or two from him… after all, all you taught me was how to be a monster, and then you cried when I didn't act differently~ Hela laughed, ~Pathetic really, don't you ever get tired of failing over and over again? I know I would… First, you failed with me, then Thor, and now that little frost giant… no matter who or how you raised them… you always break us, we are nothing but the reflection of your broken spirit father… if anything, I was your greatest creation, the other two fail even within their roles? Me? I was the perfect monster,~
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The Toaster has killed Corn
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For a week, I focused on leveling my [Technomancy] each level becoming harder to obtain, but while the race was becoming steadily harder each day, the end game was worth it.
In the meantime, however, I focused on other matters on the side while I was not leveling my [Technomancy], like creating a new armor.
Since my last armor had been broken to pieces during the time walking dungeon, Age of Ultron, I needed something to fill that void, I was essentially naked, so it was back to square one with it, the first armor I had was a very basic one, no technology incorporated, at least nothing impressive, this time I wanted something more technologically advanced.
Also, with what I knew now, I was confident I would be able to craft something better, something stronger, something unique.
But the question was, what did I want?
Before, all I wanted was an armor strong enough to defined my body, and while that sentiment remained, I needed more, and that more would shape the idea of what I wanted, of what I required.
Ideally, I wanted an armor that would not only protect me from damage but heal the very damage it couldn't protect.
At this, I grinned as an idea popped into my mind.
I had millions of pots, thanks to the dungeons my golems were constantly doing, so why not use them for this next project?
For others, this very concept was not doable at least to the level I wanted to have, but for me? I had more potions than I could count, meaning all I needed to do was add so sort of intravenous injecting system within the armor and my problems of mana or health would be gone, I would be essentially immortal…. No, effectively immortal with my armor on.
This would also save me the time of having to drink the pots, which were seconds that could cost one's life during the heat of battle.
"I like where this is going," I chuckled, taking notes of my ideas as I started to make a draft.
So far, in my head I had a suit of armor that not only protected me but healed all wounds but what else? What else I wanted to add? What else was possible?
I hummed for a while, dwelling on the thought when once again, an idea popped into my mind.
Magical inscriptions.
If I could add them to my armor, I would save time doing spells, like the portals, for example, if I made an inscription for my portal spell, I would save time doing them, they would become an instant cast spell as long as I focused mana into the inscription.
And that was only the beginning because I could also add magical formulas in the form of inscriptions to make fast transmutations or inscriptions for magical shields or weapons.
"Well, that's enough magic, for now, now I need some technology," I chuckled, thinking about the possibilities.
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I continued working on my armor for weeks, using my [Technomancy] during the whole process, because you know… killing two birds with one stone.
But as time progressed, it was becoming evidently clear the list of things I wanted to add to my armor were near impossible for the technology of earth to achieve, meaning I had to think out of the box.
So with that thought in mind, I moved my focus to outer space, where I started to visit planets in the search of technology to reverse engineer or copy with my [Technomancy].
The first planet I visited was Xandar.
And I had to admit, the place looked like out of a sfi-ci movie but better, and right there and then, I knew going to space had been the right call.
Eager to learn, I roamed through the planet aimlessly coping what I could, little by little filling the pieces of information I needed to complete my armor, more than not I would focus on nova corps ships.
Their ships had everything I needed in terms of technology, I just simply had to make it smaller.
Their technology in short was breath taking, but I also had to take into account they barely held their ground against Thanos even with all their flashy tech, so whatever I acquired through my [Technomancy] here I had to improve if I wanted to use it against the big guy.
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[Thor Odinson POV]
Defeated in honorable combat, by my brother not long ago.
I had to admit, the feeling of defeat was refreshing, but also a wake-up call, unlike my brother who trains day and night, I was becoming complacent with my power, for none posed a threat to me, for I was mighty.
My brother showed me, being complacent was a mistake.
Not too long ago, I was able to run circles around him without breaking a sweat, now, that gap no longer existed, and I was happy for it, because without him closing the gap, I would've never had the need to outdo myself, to push the boundaries of what I knew.
No more I would let my power blind me, no more I would think I had no match, even if that statement was true, for I had learned strength is ever changing, so in kind, I would show my brother the same, so that he could too push the boundaries of what he knew.
I would inspire him like he had done with me.
And who knows what mighty levels we would both reach, of that, not even I was sure! And that exited me, who knows, we might even surpass the old man!
"Thor, baby, you've been training too much," Mother said with a frown as she entered my personal arena.
"Non-sense mother, I have just begun!" I declared with a grin, for I would not stop until I reached new heights.
"Is this because of Alex?" Mother chuckled.
I nodded, "Indeed it is, next time we fight, I will return the favor giving him a battle to be remembered, I will too push him like he has pushed me!"
Mother sighed, "You two really feel like brothers,"
"Indeed," I laughed, going back to my training.
"I'll have the servants bring you some food here then," Mother said walking out of the room.
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