Two days had passed since the attack on the farm, and Dale city was finally back to a peaceful state.
As Raphael then told the people in the city to hold on to the weapons as means of protection, they couldn't be more happier about it.
They had been bullied by others and those so-called meta-humans for far too long, but with the weapons in their possession, it was all about to change.
Some of them were capable of going head-to-head with the metas
Meanwhile, during those two days that went by, Raphael kept himself busy in his room.
He didn't step out of his room, and even his food was delivered to him upstairs.
"Finally."
After two days of no success in his project, Raphael suddenly exclaimed.
He had a smile on his face as he stared at the paper in front of him.
There was a well-labeled drawing of a microchip on the paper, and while it didn't seem much, it was this drawing and labeling that Raphael was engaged with for the past two days.