Game Over : Marvel Reboot

Three months. That's how long it had been since I started my project—my magnum opus. What began as a simple plan to create a supercomputer had evolved into something far grander, far more ambitious. I wasn't just building a normal computer; I was creating a Magitech Quantum Computer, a fusion of cutting-edge technology and ancient magic or rather the magic from Overlord world. It was a project that would have been impossible for anyone else to do in this time or even in this entire world, probably.

Thankfully for me, I have the skills, the knowledge, and the sheer audacity to make it happen. with the amalgams of knowledge that I recently obtained and now being solidify inside of my head, I can make it happen. At the end of the day, magic is just another branch of technology, that branch from using the electricity and logics, magic just born from nature and imaginations.

Right now, though, I was taking a break from my work, sitting at Rodrigo's food stall with a plate of Arroz Con Pollo in front of me. Rodrigo himself was bustling behind the counter, his sombrero tilted at its usual jaunty angle, his mustache twitching as he grinned at me.

"You're looking good now, amigo," he said, his voice warm with pride. "Healthier. Stronger. My food must be working miracles, eh?"

I chuckled, taking another bite of the seasoned chicken and rice. "It's not just the food, Rodrigo. It's your cooking. You're a magician with a spatula."

He laughed, a deep, hearty sound that filled the air. "Ah, you flatter me! But I'm glad to see you filling out. You looked like a strong breeze could knock you over when you first came here."

I nodded, my expression softening. "Yeah, I was in bad shape. Still am though, in some ways."

It was true. While I looked healthier now—my muscles more defined, my body frame slowly growing fuller—I was still recovering. My injuries had been severe, far worse than I had initially realized. Vitalis Umbra, my regenerative skill, had been working overtime to repair the damage. It wasn't until recently, since I'm now had more knowledge in modern medicine, that I discovered the full extent of what HYDRA had done to me. They hadn't just cut me open; they had butchered me. My organs had been damaged, my insides a mess, it was like they go in there and just messed everything around with a knife. If not for Vitalis Umbra, I would have died on the first day I arrived in this world.

Rodrigo's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "You hear about the recent string of robberies?" he asked, his tone shifting to one of concern. "All over the city, man. Electronics, gemstones—they're hitting shops left and right. Even in Hell's Kitchen and Manhattan."

I nodded, keeping my expression neutral. "Yeah, I've heard about that. Probably some gang trying to make a quick buck. They'll probably stop soon, though. They've hit enough places by now…if they pushed it too much, the entire city might be on them"

Rodrigo sighed, wiping his hands on his apron. "I hope so. It's getting dangerous out there."

I offered him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Rodrigo. You've got me looking out for you."

He laughed again, though there was a hint of relief in his eyes. "Good to know, amigo. Good to know."

After finishing my meal, I thanked Rodrigo and took the leftovers he packed for me. As I walked to my newly acquired Kei truck, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. The recent string of robberies? That was me.

I had needed materials for my Magitech Quantum Computer, and let's just say, I hadn't been picky about how I acquired them. Electronics, gemstones, rare metals—I had taken what I needed and left the rest. I never touched the money, though. Taking the money would make it hard for a lot of people, and would make a lot of people become more volatile.

My Kei truck was a rusted eyesore on the outside, but under the hood, it was a different story. I had upgraded it, using my mechanical skills to turn it into a reliable workhorse, ugly on the outside and beautiful in the inside so to say.

Officially, on the paper, it was a trash collection truck for my company, Shadow Junkyard. Unofficially, it was my hauling vehicle, perfect for transporting my "acquisitions" without drawing attention.

The warehouse, my home and base of operations, was now legally mine. Shadow Junkyard was a front, a cover to explain my presence in the area. It was a junkyard that do not take any junk. The place had water and power connections, though I only used the water. The electricity? I had solved that problem on my own.

"No matter how many times I looked at you…you're always so beautiful,".

My pride and joy, the Aether Core, sat in the heart of the warehouse. It was my first masterpiece in this world, a fusion of technology and magic that defied the laws of physics. At its center was a 5-inch solid gold box, encased in a 4-inch-thick crystal chamber. Three rings of gold and silver hovered around it, their surfaces inscribed with over 5,000 runes and spells from the Dragons, Humans, and Asgard runic language. Diamonds, agates, topazes, and rubies were intricately placed, each gem serving a specific purpose—energy conversion, stabilization, amplification.

The Aether Core was more than just a power source; it was a work of art like nothing ever before. It absorbed solar radiation, air particles, and even the minuscule amounts of magical energy residue in the atmosphere. It was clean, efficient, and practically eternal. And it powered everything in the warehouse, from my computers to my tools, without drawing a single watt from the grid.

It had taken me a month to create, a month of sleepless nights and relentless work. But it was worth it. With the Aether Core, I didn't have to worry about electric bills or suspicious power usage. I was self-sufficient, independent, and one step closer to completing my Magitech Quantum Computer. If Tony Stark have Arc Reactor, I have Aether Core, him used nuclear fusion, I used magic. Still, after learning how genius he is, only now, I know just how serious that claims were. Can practically build anything that he put his mind into.

I climbed the stairs to the office-turned-living-space, the aroma of Rodrigo's tacos wafting from the takeout bag in my hand. The room had undergone a dramatic transformation over the past three months. What was once a dusty, cluttered office was now a hybrid living room, bedroom, and workshop. The centerpiece of it all, however, was the Magitech Quantum Computer. It dominated an entire wall, a sprawling mosaic of wires, crystals, and glowing runes that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.

"Hmmmm~ …. the humming sounds I quite loud… got to design a sound absorption casing later." Given to its size and the magic element in it, it was humming every now and then, but still bearable.

The computer was massive, its components meticulously organized and attached directly to the wall. There was no casing, no sleek exterior to hide its inner workings. Instead, it was a raw, exposed testament to my dedication and ingenuity. To the untrained eye, it might have looked like a chaotic mess, but to me, it was a masterpiece of order and precision. Every wire, every crystal, every rune had a purpose. It was the work of someone with an almost obsessive attention to detail—someone who had poured their heart and soul into its creation.

Two 40-inch LCD screens were embedded in the center of the wall, their surfaces alive with fast-moving lines of code. The text scrolled upward in an endless stream, a digital waterfall of information. This was the culmination of three months of relentless work, sleepless nights, and countless sacrifices. I had dismantled and repurposed hardware, combined it with magical enchantments, and pushed the boundaries of what was possible.

The RAM modules were made of clear crystal, their surfaces etched with golden runes. The motherboard was a massive plate of gold and silver, its connections formed not by solder but by intricate runic inscriptions and magical channels. The processor was a marvel in itself—a fusion of 5,000 Stark Industries processors, enhanced with over 10,000 magical inscriptions. It was a machine capable of calculations and tasks that defied imagination.

I set the takeout bag on the table and stared at the wall of technology, a sense of pride swelling in my chest. This was my magnum opus, the pinnacle of Magitech. It had cost me roughly $2 million and countless hours of mana exhaustion. My mana pool, unlocked with my level, had been pushed to its limits. I couldn't cast spells—not yet—but I could channel mana, and I had used every drop of it to bring this creation to life.

"No matter what, whenever I looked at it…it always looks amazing," I murmured, my voice filled with awe. "The fruit of my labor. The pinnacle of Magitech...that is until I create more stuff I guess,"

But my work wasn't done here. With the leftover resources, I could create enchanted artifacts and gear, adding magic to my combat arsenal. It was a tempting prospect, but I had to be careful. Using magic in the MCU was a surefire way to attract the attention of the Masters of the Mystic Arts, and all of those that were dabbling in those area, and I wasn't ready for that kind of scrutiny. Not yet. Don't want any magical creature to poke their heads on my business, not this early, so I had to tone the Magitech progress a little bit.

As I sat down to enjoy my tacos, the endless stream of code on the screens suddenly stopped. The cursor blinked at the end of the last line, waiting for input. My heart skipped a beat. This was it—the moment of truth.

I stood up, my hands trembling slightly as I approached the keyboard. With a deep breath, I pressed the enter key.

"Hello, Ars Magina," I said, my voice filled with pride and satisfaction.

The screen flickered, and a line of text appeared:

"Hello, Creator."

I stared at the words, a wide smile spreading across my face. Then, I laughed—a deep, jubilant laugh that echoed through the room.

"YES!! YESS!!!! Finaly!!! Ahahahahaha!!!". It was a laugh of relief, of triumph, of pure joy. My creation, my child, had come to life.

"Ars Magina: Why are you laughing, Creator?"

I wiped a tear from my eye, still grinning. "Because I'm happy," I said.

"My child has been born into this world… my very one Artificial Intelligence had come to this world~ WOOO~!!"

I am happy, like over the moon happy, seeing the typed-out reaction a curious inquiry, filling me with sense of accomplishment.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a crystal drive—a thumb drive of my own design, made from a single, flawless crystal. Its capacity was staggering: 1 million zettabytes. I plugged it into the drive slot and watched as Ars Magina began to process the data.

"Ars Magina," I said, my voice soft but firm. "Learn everything on this drive. Sort it, organize it, and understand it. It contains all of my memories, everything I know. It will show you who I am."

"Ars Magina: Yes, Creator."

The screens lit up with activity, the lines of code moving faster than ever. I sat back, watching as my creation absorbed the knowledge I had poured into it. This was more than just an A.I. It was a partner, a companion, a reflection of my own mind and soul. It was something that I dreamt to create once before, like any other person, knowing that this could be a creation that can changed the world.

As I took a bite of my taco, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. I had done the impossible. I had created something that shouldn't exist. And now, with Ars Magina by my side, there was no limit to what I could achieve.

"One step at a time," I murmured, my eyes fixed on the screens. "One step at a time…. Crunch! mmm, this taco Is good~.".