King in Marvel- CH-110. Researching Iron Suit

After resting for a while, Michael stood up and clapped his hands, ready to start planning for his second target.

Iron Man's suit!

Although he was not particularly interested in Iron Man's suit—since it offered little benefit to him—it could be incredibly useful for his women, such as... Phyllis, and, for example, Pepper Potts, who, according to the normal trajectory, would eventually become Rescue.

Phyllis had excellent flying skills but lacked other abilities, making the Iron Man suit a perfect fit for her. As for Pepper, Michael had noticed last time that she seemed quite fond of the Iron Man suit.

Since she liked it, he would help her get it!

He didn't want to be like Hiro Nakamura, who always squinted his eyes and looked constipated whenever he used his powers. With a slight frown, Michael vanished. The next second, he appeared inside Stark Tower.

Time stood still. Michael strolled through the lavish interior, admiring the luxurious furnishings. Tony Stark was indeed a wealthy man who knew how to enjoy life. A moment later, Michael arrived at the laboratory, where Tony was working. If he hadn't stopped time, the artificial intelligence, J.A.R.V.I.S., would have detected him even if he were invisible. He wasn't afraid of being discovered; he just didn't want to waste time.

His objective was the Iron Man suit, but he wasn't interested in taking a finished product. Instead, he wanted to study its production process and structure.

Teaching a man to fish is better than giving him a fish.

That proverb wasn't entirely accurate in this context, but it captured the essence of his thoughts.

Since he had the ability to research and create his own Iron Man suit, why bother stealing someone else's?

Approaching Tony, Michael observed the schematics and data displayed on the screen. To his surprise, he recognized the design.

"This is... the Hulkbuster armor? I didn't expect him to start developing it this early."

Tony Stark, for all his flaws, was undeniably brilliant. The Hulkbuster armor was just the beginning. In the future, he would develop the anti-Thor armor and even the anti-Phoenix armor. Michael wondered if he would eventually create an anti-Michael armor.

Shaking his head, Michael walked over to the various Iron Man suits on display. With a slight wave of his hand, the suits floated into position before him, like soldiers awaiting inspection.

He moved his fingers slightly, activating his telekinetic control. One of the suits began to disassemble piece by piece. Thanks to Sera's ability, Michael could perceive the inner workings of objects, allowing him to understand the function and structure of each component. However, possessing the ability didn't mean instant mastery; it required practice and comprehension.

At first, he could see every small part and where it belonged, but he didn't immediately understand their exact functions.

Assembling, disassembling.

After repeating the process several times, Michael gradually grasped the mechanisms and their purposes.

He applied the same technique to the other Iron Man suits. Although their functions varied, the core principles remained the same. Eventually, Michael successfully assembled one himself, perfectly replicating an original.

If he had the necessary materials, he could create a set of Iron Man armor immediately.

Of course, the armor itself wasn't enough. The operating system was crucial. Tony's swift success as Iron Man owed much to J.A.R.V.I.S. Without an advanced AI, the suit's potential would be greatly diminished.

Michael had alternative plans for the AI and wasn't concerned. Stretching his legs, he stood up, feeling a wave of dizziness. He realized he had spent at least two or three hours on this, and the energy consumption from maintaining his time-stopping ability was substantial.

With a wave of his hand, he restored the suits to their original positions before leaving the lab. Flying far from Stark Tower, Michael resumed the flow of time.

As he flew toward his spaceship, his lantern ring emitted energy that enveloped him, restoring his strength. By the time he arrived, he felt significantly better. He activated his ability and teleported directly into his room.

"System, send me to the fighting arena."

As his words fell, Michael appeared in the fighting arena.

Claire's profile picture was still dim, but she wasn't the one he was looking for. He was here for Jessica.

A moment later, Jessica appeared before him. Like Claire before her, she panicked at first, raising her hands in a defensive stance.

Seeing Michael, she slowly lowered her hands and asked, confused, "Why am I here? Is this... some kind of illusion?"

"Just think of it that way."

Michael didn't bother explaining and got straight to the point, "I need you to find two people. One is Charlie, a waitress with a perfect memory. The other is Hannah Gattoman, who can control networks. Also, if possible, look for a young black boy named Micah who can manipulate electronic devices. Once you find them, have Charlie study artificial intelligence. With Hannah's help, I need them to create a fully functional AI."

"AI?"

Jessica was caught off guard. Michael's sudden request seemed bizarre—searching for specific individuals and then developing AI?

"Yes. It may sound difficult, but with Hannah's assistance, it should be feasible. Just focus on getting them to research it. If any problems arise, I'll find solutions."

Superhero dimensions primarily focused on developing superpowers and genetics. If they shifted toward technology, the results would be groundbreaking. People like Hannah and possibly Micah had natural advantages in this field.

Once they succeeded, Michael planned to copy their abilities himself. That way, he could refine and improve the AI, saving time and effort.

Michael had no time to study artificial intelligence himself. The copy world was his greatest resource.

"Understood. I'll find them as soon as possible and get them started on the research." Jessica nodded.

Michael nodded in satisfaction, "I can only contact you one way, so if you run into any unsolvable problems, just wait. I'll check in periodically. Once conditions are right, I can bring you here physically, not just in spirit."

"Wait, this isn't an illusion?" Jessica asked, startled.

Michael shook his head, "Yes and no. Right now, you're still in your world, and I'm in another. When the time is right, I'll bring you over completely."

"Another world...?" Jessica was shocked.

"It's too soon to explain. You'll understand when the time comes. I'll send you back now. Remember what I said."

"Alright."

Michael waved his hand, and Jessica vanished.

Afterward, he left the fighting arena and got some much-needed sleep.

The next morning, Michael woke up and teleported straight to Daisy's room. She was still asleep, so without hesitation, he lay down beside her.

Feeling his presence, Daisy groggily opened her eyes.

"Don't ask too many questions. Just go back to sleep; we'll talk later." Michael said with a chuckle, pulling her into his arms.

Daisy murmured in response and snuggled against him, quickly falling back asleep in the comforting embrace.

An hour later, she stirred awake.

"Why do you always appear out of nowhere? Do you have some special ability?" Daisy asked drowsily.

"Yep. I recently gained the ability to control time and space. Pretty impressive, right?" Michael grinned mischievously.

Daisy couldn't resist him and soon succumbed to his advances, leading to an intense morning workout.

Just as they finished, a knock sounded on the door, followed by Simmons' hesitant voice.

"Daisy, are you awake? We have a mission... Oh, is Michael there too? Come out quickly; it's urgent."

Daisy blushed, "Oh no, she definitely heard everything!"

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