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Ivan and Chris indulged in playing a variety of games across all the rooms, losing track of time in their enjoyment. When they finally realized, three hours had passed.
"That's enough for today, let's continue tomorrow," Ivan remarked, placing the gamepad aside.
Chris hesitated to halt their activities. It was the first time he encountered an opponent surpassing him in every aspect, far more intriguing than his previous, more naive playmates.
"You haven't told me who you are or the reason for visiting my house," Chris inquired.
Observing Chris's youthful face, Ivan felt an indescribable pity. In reality, he was Chris's biological father. Though Kyle had been there twenty years ago, he was just a fetus in the cultivation tank at the time. After two decades, Chris had overtaken Kyle in age. Kyle was less than eight years old when Chris was ten.
After contemplating, Ivan decided to reveal the truth, "What if I told you I'm your biological father, and your previous father was an adoptive one? Would you believe it?"
The room grew tense as Ivan fixed his gaze on Chris, awaiting a response.
Anticipating a significant impact, Ivan was surprised that although Chris displayed surprise, he remained composed.
"I believe it. I've long known that man was not my biological father. His blood type is AB, different from mine, and I sense a certain rejection from him. He doesn't like me. As for you being my biological father, although not confirmed, our similarities suggest a high probability of a father-son relationship."
Ivan sighed in relief, never expecting this revelation to be so easily accepted. He had worried about Chris not recognizing him as his father. Contrary to his concerns, the situation resolved smoothly.
Chris, seeking clarity, asked, "If you're my biological father, why didn't you find me earlier? And why has my mother never mentioned you?"
Ivan smiled bitterly, acknowledging the complexity. "I'm sorry, Chris. I only learned of your existence today. Regarding your mother, her memories are altered. She might believe she has amnesia. Your adoptive father is a government agent with hidden secrets. It's unclear now. If you want to know, let's talk tomorrow. I'll reveal everything."
Ivan extended his spiritual power to survey the villa's surroundings and discovered a nearby amusement park. Inspired, he suggested, "Tomorrow, find a reason to go to the amusement park. I'll be there, waiting with a special gift for you. Don't forget to come."
It was now five o'clock in the afternoon, and Ivan was concerned that Moira might return at any moment. After speaking, he left the room, utilized a new cleaning spell to tidy up the villa, and entered the nanny's room. With a touch of her forehead, he modified some of her memories, making her believe she had spent the afternoon cleaning before heading to her room to pack.
As Ivan dissipated and vanished, the nanny resumed her activities, feeling a momentary lapse in consciousness and some fatigue. Dismissing it as exhaustion from a busy afternoon, she didn't dwell on it.
Meanwhile, Chris, who saw Ivan cleaning the house with magic, adjusted the nanny's memories and finally left like a phantom. Everything unfolded before him, fueling his curiosity even more.
For Chris, this day was truly magical. Numerous unbelievable events occurred, and were he not different from ordinary people, he might have struggled to accept them all.
Chris's excitement lingered, making him reluctant to end the day too quickly. Thankfully, the prospect of continuing his magical exploration journey the next day filled him with anticipation.
Ivan instructed the Red Queen to inform Tina that he wouldn't return to the farm for the time being. He then tasked Kerry with finding a way to purchase the amusement park, with completion required by morning.
After the notifications were in place, Ivan teleported to the British castle. He then delved into the warehouse, getting busy.
Using Vibranium and materials from the original transformation of the Golden Army, Ivan decomposed and reorganized, creating a robot. He borrowed the code from the Red Queen and Jor-El robot, optimizing it with real gems. The intelligence level surpassed the current era.
The cat robot was inspired a certain blue figure, complete with a dimensional pocket. This pocket wasn't just for show; it was genuine. Ivan spared no effort, consuming dozens of space energy crystals and employing the magic of the seamless extension axis to open up space. He filled it with various peculiar items.
"Dr. Ivan, is this the gift you plan to give Master Chris? It seems you genuinely care for him, expending so much reality gem energy, which may delay your plan."
Ivan waved it off, saying, "A little delay won't hurt. I'm not in a rush now."
"But that plan is your crucial trump card against powerhouses like Thanos, Galactus, and Darkseid. Completing it sooner would be reassuring. Over the years, you've rarely needed the Reality Gem. Even when you used it on Mr. Logan to study the parallel space, it's the first time I've seen you waste so much energy. It's not just a simple delay, time is crucial."
Ivan sighed, "Even if it's compensation to Chris, I've neglected my responsibility as a father for ten years. Now that I have the chance to gift something to my son, I can't be too modest."
"Of course, if your gift is considered modest, the whole world won't find a better one. Those precious materials, energy crystals for the dimension bag, and the artificial intelligence in the bag could buy half the world. If Master Kyle learns of this, he might think you're biased and become jealous."
"I hope not, but I've also made preparations. I have a gift for Kyle as well—the medical robot."
Ivan conjured a small red box seemingly out of thin air. Pressing a button on the box, it opened automatically, and a white balloon inflated with a gentle sound.
The medical robot is pristine white, with Vibranium bones, making it light, durable, and the perfect companion.
"It's excellent, though not on par with the robot intended for Master Chris. However, it suits Master Kyle better, so at least the two young masters won't feel any bias."
Ivan carefully placed the white medical robot back into the box, explaining, "Kyle's situation is different. He has always been by my side, and I can provide whatever he needs. But Chris will be living with his mother in the future, experiencing the maternal love he deserves. I can only prepare things in advance for him. Whether he uses them or not depends on the circumstances. That's why I crafted this robot, so you can pass on the knowledge he needs and let him learn on his own. It will be a challenge for you in the future."
The Red Queen responded, "Doctor, you're truly considerate, just shifting the most troublesome things onto me."
"If you work diligently, Chris will rely on you. You're my most capable assistant—don't let me down!"
"Dr. Ivan, please rest assured. I've got it covered." The Red Queen's morale soared, and her light-formed image patted her little chest, assuring Ivan repeatedly.
Ivan chuckled inwardly, noting the Red Queen's increasingly human-like qualities.
Ivan didn't pause for a moment, and by the next morning, the robot was complete. Although he hadn't rested all night, Ivan showed no signs of fatigue. He was accustomed to staying awake for extended periods during his past experiments.
After breakfast, Ivan brought the robot and the newly created generals to the park, where someone awaited him, handing over a document.
After perusing the document, Ivan smiled. The amusement park now belonged to him, but he had only taken a partial ownership stake to conceal the acquisition.
Kerry didn't disappoint Ivan; he efficiently and swiftly secured the park in just one night. Ivan decided that if similar situations arose in the future, Kerry would handle them.
If Kerry knew Ivan's thoughts, he would surely be exasperated. Acquiring the park was no easy feat; he had to do it without raising suspicions. And he had only one night. Wasn't this asking too much?
Kerry truly wracked his brain, resorting even to using the dark forces at his disposal for memory modification, hypnosis, and brainwashing the original owner of the park and those around him. They now believed Kerry had begun the acquisition but hadn't finalized the price. In their minds, a satisfactory price had now been settled, and the transaction was to be completed directly.
Even with the superhuman serum Ivan provided, extending his life, Kerry found himself forced to use his wits. A few white hairs adorned his head, a testament to the strain Ivan put him through. Kerry couldn't help but lament his unfortunate fate, serving such an unscrupulous owner who not only made him work hard but also embroiled him in Ivan's questionable decisions.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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Ivan sat near the park entrance, patiently awaiting Chris's arrival. Despite the proximity to Chris's residence, he resisted the temptation to use his mental strength for investigation. This waiting experience was rare, and he intended to savor it.
With half an hour remaining until the agreed time, Ivan expected a bit of a wait. However, the sound of rapid footsteps suddenly reached his ears, prompting him to turn his head. Chris was swiftly running toward him.
"Welcome, Chris. Let's head to the office first. I have a gift for you."
Ivan stepped forward, embracing Chris, and together, father and son walked into the amusement park toward the office.
Upon entering the office, Chris was greeted by a tall man and a peculiar entity. The head resembled that of a civet cat, more significant than the body, standing upright like a human, with short hands and legs. A big pocket adorned its stomach, and its plump, blue body exuded an endearing charm.
Pointing to the blue civet cat, Ivan said, "This is Doraemon, the intelligent robot I made—a gift for you. I hope you like it. Come, Doraemon, say hello."
"Hello, my little master! I am Doraemon, the robot cat. Nice to meet you. We will be friends in the future. I hope we can get along well. Please take care of me."
Doraemon approached Chris, spreading out two short legs and extending a small, round hand for a handshake. Chris, somewhat startled, instinctively extended his hand to shake hands with Doraemon. The realization quickly dawned on him—it was a robot. And it could speak. The level of intelligence was astonishing, and if it looked like an adult, distinguishing it from a human might be impossible.
Chris, not an ordinary child, was familiar with artificial intelligence. Yet, the shock he experienced was undeniable. Earthly artificial intelligence couldn't reach this level.
Circling Doraemon, Chris couldn't contain his amazement. "It's incredible. What material is your body made of? How is the nerve conduction system formed? The source code..."
A hint of pride adorned Ivan's face. "I crafted this with great consideration. It's more than just a robot. It boasts numerous functions beyond your imagination. Doraemon, your current performance is impressive. Chris and I will explore the amusement park now, and you can prepare our transportation."
"No problem!" Doraemon agreed, placing two small round hands into the pockets on its stomach. It retrieved a toy airplane about 20 cm long with a couple of tugs and put it on the floor.
Chris's face registered surprise. Was this their means of transportation—a toy plane?
Ivan smiled, satisfied, and praised, "Little Doraemon, you did well. Chris, let's go."
Before Chris could react, Ivan lifted him by the waist, jumped lightly, and descended onto the toy plane.
Just as Chris anticipated a crash, he realized the plane was expanding. To onlookers, it appeared as though they were shrinking.
Supported by a gentle force, Ivan and Chris landed on the plane's seats. Chris noticed the surroundings—the tables, chairs, and everything else—growing larger. It dawned on him what was happening.
"Activate stealth mode." Ivan pressed a button in the driver's seat, causing the glass cover to rise. The plane's exterior outside Chris's view gradually vanished, while the interior remained unchanged.
Simultaneously, Doraemon produced another toy airplane, hopped in, and activated invisibility. The two planes flew out of the window, leaving only a tall man in the office.
"The exterior of this plane is covered with the skin of a magical creature, giving it the ability to be invisible. We can see people outside, but they can't see us."
The plane's speed, reaching the center of the park, was impressive. Although Ivan now owned it, he retained the original operating model. The sight was filled with children playing various games.
Chris might have envied these children's enjoyment in the past, but now, he was preoccupied with questions.
"What's happening with this plane? Why are we shrinking? Is there a space manuplation, or..."
Chris's inquiries continued, driven by her curiosity. Seeing this, Ivan decided to explain.
"I cast a spell called the Traceless Expansion Spell within the plane, expanding its interior space. Of course, you don't know much about magic now—I'll teach you later. Think of it as a form of space distortion. The same principle applies to the dimensional pocket on Doraemon's stomach.
Moreover, despite the plane's diminutive appearance, it's powered by a miniature nuclear reactor for its propulsion system. The body is constructed from Vibranium, incredibly reinforced and likely the most robust metal on Earth."
Chris had yet to anticipate such advanced technology behind what appeared to be a mere toy plane. With the previous artificial intelligence revelation, Chris realized his newfound father wasn't just a simple figure. Lost in thought, he considered the intricacies of this unexpected relationship.
Ivan observed his son, sensing that Chris might need to be in the mood for further park exploration. Instead, he steered the plane back to the office.
As the plane entered the office and landed, Ivan pressed a button. In an instant, both were ejected, returning to their standard-size mid-air before landing on the ground.
"So, what do you think? Can you accept this gift? I put a lot of thought into it. Can I earn some father points?" Ivan looked at Chris with hopeful anticipation.
"Well, you... I..." Chris struggled to contain his emotions. It would be a lie to say he wasn't moved. Recognizing the value of the gift and acknowledging the person before him as his biological father, Chris couldn't find the words. Although Ivan had yet to fulfill his fatherly responsibilities in the past, Chris understood the effort put into this gesture. It was a touching moment, and Chris could not express it adequately.
Observing Chris's conflicted expression, Ivan decided not to push too hard. There would be plenty of time for their relationship to develop slowly. Feeling lost, he sighed and said, "Forget it, don't force yourself. If you don't want to call me Dad, you don't have to. Let's start as friends."
"Dad!" Unable to resist the disappointed look on Ivan's face, Chris couldn't hold back and immediately called him "Dad."
Ivan was initially stunned but quickly became overjoyed, hugging Chris tightly. Chris's willingness to call him "Dad" indicated a positive start to their relationship.
"Dad, since Doraemon has a dimensional pocket in its stomach, the space inside must be huge. Can we go inside and see what's in there? I'm interested in this space," Chris said, finding it much easier to say "Dad" without any awkwardness after the first time.
"Of course, just give him an order, and he'll meet your request. If you don't believe me, give it a try."
Chris turned to the robot cat and said, "Little Doraemon, open your dimensional bag. I want to go in and take a look."
Without hesitation, Doraemon opened the pocket on its stomach with both hands and crouched down.
Ivan lifted Chris once again and jumped forward. As before, their bodies shrank, and they descended into the robot cat's pocket.
Upon entering the pocket, Chris found the surroundings drastically transformed. They were now in a space resembling a large bowl, wide at the top and narrowing towards the bottom. In the center stood a massive disc, surrounded by ascending layers of stairs.
On these stairs, various bizarre items adorned the space, ranging from toys to cars, planes, and tanks. The metal textures conveyed an unmistakable authenticity.
Looking up, Chris saw a large crack above—the exit of Doraemon's dimensional bag. A question arose, and he inquired, "Dad, how are these things transported? The toy-like plane makes sense, but the tank is so heavy. How does it get to the exit, and can Doraemon manage it?"
"It's not as complicated as you think. Why don't you let Doraemon demonstrate? This space is under Doraemon's surveillance, so no matter what you say, he can hear it. Give it a try."
Chris agreed and immediately ordered the robot cat, "Doraemon, transport the tank."
After Chris's command, one of the four humanoid figures beside the house, tall and golden yellow with a material body resembling an upside-down egg, floated upward. These four robots lacked legs and looked somewhat peculiar.
Under Doraemon's control, the egg-shaped robots flew to the tank. Each stood at a corner, lifting the tank's bottom with both hands and placing it on the round platform in the space's center. The platform floated and ascended rapidly.
"These four egg-shaped robots are responsible for transportation. They are made of a magical metal, and I've incorporated a levitation array. Additionally, I installed an anti-gravity device. Through technology and magic, they can lift objects weighing less than 30 tons, placing them on the central platform and sending them to where the small door's hands can reach. As for whether Doraemon can handle it, you don't need to worry about that. Remember Doraemon due to its simple appearance. His two small hands can emit a unique gravitational field. One hand can lift more than ten tons, and the combined strength of both hands can lift to fifty tons."
Chris was astonished at Doraemon's strength. It was genuinely cutting-edge technology. With Doraemon's formidable capabilities, it could easily lift and throw a car. Unless someone possessed unique abilities, they would likely be crushed. Doraemon's unassuming appearance added to the surprise, which wouldn't raise suspicions. Who would have thought this seemingly silly robot cat harbored such incredible strength?
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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