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Jabir's Cheat Code was indeed impressive, but his own abilities were equally formidable.
Knowledge alone wasn't enough; one needed the corresponding practical skills to transform that knowledge into tangible results. At least in this regard, Jabir excelled.
When watching Marvel, the most striking impression of Iron Man was likely his array of armor. There were the hulking forms of Hulk and Magneto, and back in the day, Marvel even produced giant types of armor, similar to Gong Damu. Jabir's collection was quite similar, featuring various armors, with the only difference being the energy source on the chest: Iron Man had a reactor, while Jabir utilized a Magic Crystal.
"My body isn't in great shape, so I can't operate the armor for long—only about three minutes, just like Ultraman," Jabir joked lightly, only to realize that Newton seemed uninterested in his armors.
"You don't seem to like these armors?" Jabir asked.
"No, I'm quite interested. It's just that these things seem rather troublesome to me. Haven't you ever been forced by your king to create something? These weapons can make you a hero when used for good, but they are also instruments of war."
Newton felt this deeply; after all, he had been bound by various restrictions for merely creating grenades and firearms. These armors were true weapons of mass destruction.
"It's simple. Most of this country's technological lifeblood is in my hands. I provide methods for siphoning magical power from your world. If he dares to act against me, I could easily stop maintaining such technologies," Jabir said confidently with a smile. However, Newton sighed.
"You haven't studied court politics much, have you?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Since you're threatening the king in this way and it's your only leverage, once that method fails, you'll be nothing but a soft target."
Newton realized that Jabir was a pure scientist who didn't quite grasp the intricacies of human relationships. Although science had given him knowledge, it hadn't endowed him with emotional intelligence; he seemed to possess only scientific understanding.
"Not really. At least for now, the king still needs me. Don't forget that I informed him about the collision technology between Magic Crystals and Transcenders. He doesn't know I'm allergic to magic or what my true intentions are."
A glimmer of wisdom flashed in Jabir's eyes; he wasn't foolish. Mastery in one area often translated to others. A top-tier scientist might lack social finesse at times, but his high intelligence ensured his thinking capabilities were sharp.
"However, your role is crucial at this juncture. The king desires infinite magical power while I aim to eliminate all magic. Our goals are directly opposed. Yet either outcome poses significant risks for me. Magic permeates this world; I estimate that just breathing it in would make me cough up blood. Conversely, without magic, my armor becomes utterly useless—a powerless scientist is a fate you can imagine."
Jabir shrugged helplessly and then smiled.
"You're just lucky that it's you who came, or perhaps the world has brought you right before me."
"Well, actually, I'm in a bit of trouble myself. I've been feeling like my abilities have hit a bottleneck lately. Every time I encounter someone, I get completely overwhelmed. Coming here, these armors might not suit you, but they fit me perfectly. Maybe I should be thanking you instead."
"Then you can take all these armors with you when you leave. I need to make new ones anyway. Come on, let's take a look at my research notes from these past years."
The two of them began discussing as if they were giving a presentation—your science and my Alchemy. Alchemy is the science behind magic, so they found it easy to connect. Their knowledge complemented each other; one would say something, and then the other would respond, completely immersed in their discussion.
"Knock knock."
"Hmm?"
Jabir frowned; being interrupted was quite annoying, especially when they were in the middle of an engaging discussion. Newton was also somewhat irritated, so neither of them paid attention to the person knocking and continued their conversation.
"Let's go conduct an experiment."
Jabir pulled Newton toward his laboratory.
"Wait a moment; let me see if I can use the Philosopher's Stone to create the corresponding elements. Give me a copy of all your materials."
Newton was now feeling a bit impatient. If he could really create a Model Reactor without using magic, he could even learn Jabir's Magic Filter Device to produce a Forbidden Mobility Zone. Then, using the Model Reactor as energy, he would have confidence in overpowering anyone—even the Holy Ten—in that Forbidden Mobility Zone.
"Alright, I'll follow you!"
Jabir led Newton to the laboratory. Of course, they were in different labs—Newton in the magical lab and Jabir in the scientific lab—communicating through an Idiot device.
Newton began his experiments step by step while Jabir guided him from the side, examining the elements Newton extracted to see if they met his requirements.
"Clink."
But at that moment, the door to the lab was knocked open. Of course, since both of them were in the laboratory, and the soundproofing was quite effective, neither of them heard it, nor did anyone come to disturb them. However, after a while, the door to Jabir's lab was knocked on.
"Jabir, are you experimenting again? It's already dinner time. Even if you love your experiments, you need to take care of your health."
"Oh, I'll be right there."
Jabir replied and then buried himself back into his research.
Ten minutes later...
"Jabir!"
"I'll be there soon!"
Twenty minutes later...
"Jabir!"
"I know, I know."
Thirty minutes later...
"One, two, three..."
"Wait, wait, wait!"
For some reason, Jabir suddenly panicked, and then...
"Boom!"
The door to Jabir's laboratory was blown open, and the entire room seemed to tremble as if an earthquake had struck.
"Erza...?"
Jabir was somewhat angry; this was a very important experiment for him.
"Jabir, try this!"
Newton rushed over, his face covered in soot as if he had just been bombed. He then cut off one of his fingers, which glimmered with a hint of silver.
"Jabir?"
The person who burst in was stunned as they looked at Newton.
"I'll go right away!"
Without explaining, Jabir immediately ran to the experiment table.
"Alchemy."
Newton used Alchemy to repair the door, and only then did he notice the newcomer.
"Erza!?"
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