Mr. Jarvis felt like he had a long dream.
Well, maybe it was just an illusion, because mechanical lives couldn't dream. Even if they were endowed with true intelligence, their way of thinking was still based on logic and extreme rationality. Every computing core and every thinking unit was given its own responsibility. If it wasn't necessary, mechanical lives wouldn't use extra threads for meaningless things like "dreaming."
But that dream was so clear …
Tony struggled to crawl forward in the flames. Behind him was the completely destroyed Stark Tower. The entire sky was filled with a dark red light, like a cage that tightly restrained the rhythm of the world. Further away in the sky, a destroyer whose face couldn't be seen clearly stood in the clouds, looking at the world below and laughing wildly. He could send down the lightning of the apocalypse with a wave of his hand … Well, it was just like the Great Battle of New York that Jarvis had personally experienced.
Those scenes of destruction, those flames that annihilated everything.
An ethereal voice told him that it was time to wake up. So, the next moment, he opened his eyes.
What entered his eyes was a dome made of rock, covered with complicated magic patterns. Jarvis couldn't understand this thing. In his database, there were tens of thousands of magic runes stored, but he couldn't understand a single one. Magic and science seemed to be two gaps that could never be crossed.
But soon, Jarvis shifted his attention away from the runes in front of him. He noticed that his vision was no longer cold and strict. He also didn't have a complete 360-degree vision. He was only focused on the area in front of him, and he had to move his head to see other places.
It was very inconvenient, but … It was very real.
"Cough cough."
In the next moment, as soon as he started to breathe, the cold water rushed into his nostrils, causing him to cough painfully. At the same time, panic appeared in his mind. It was a response to danger.
He hurriedly tried to mobilize the command in his mind to move his body, but he couldn't find it … He couldn't find the driver. On the contrary, when the thought of "getting up" appeared in his mind, his body started to bend upward on its own. With the strength of his arms and legs, he sat up from the cold nutrient solution.
Swish!
The cold water was pushed away in all directions, and Jarvis was out of the water. He instinctively began to take deep breaths. The slightly turbid air entered his nasal cavity, entered his lungs, and finally exhaled from his organs. It was a novel experience. He felt the strange smell in the air. It was like a potion, but also like some kind of medicine.
He did not know how to describe this feeling. For this real experience, he could not use the cold temperature, wind direction, or movement speed to describe it. This feeling made him very uncomfortable, so he stopped breathing. A few minutes later, his cheeks were red from holding his breath, so he started breathing again. He knew that breathing was so easy and so important for living beings.
He raised his hands and placed them in front of his eyes. It was a pair of hands that was no different from Tony and Potts. They were no longer cold machines but soft skin with hard bones inside.
He tried to move his fingers, and his entire body received this command. His fingers began to move awkwardly, but soon, they became nimble.
He reached out and placed his hand in the nutrient solution, feeling the cold temperature. The touch of the solution passed through his skin and into his soul. This uncomfortable feeling was called "cold"!
This was the first time he knew that the real cold was not negative 37 ° as the data described, but the human body's instinctive rejection of discomfort.
He continued to look down and saw his well-proportioned legs, and in the middle of his legs … Yes, his genitals.
"Wow!"
Jarvis did not know how to describe this thing. He held it in for a long time, and could only mutter to himself, "It's bigger than Tony's … How strange. This feeling should be called … Shame? No, no, no. Proud, yes, proud! "
Our dear Mr. Jarvis took ten minutes to adapt to his current situation. He did not know the reason, but he had a body that truly belonged to him. He did not feel any rejection at the moment. That soft, warm body gave him a deeper understanding of life.
He clumsily climbed out of the cultivation pod. He staggered a little when he took the first step, but this novel experience made him exceptionally happy. He walked back and forth a few times in the laboratory that was filled with magic patterns naked. He moved, he ran, and finally, he exerted strength in his legs and jumped up. He spun a few times in the air and landed steadily on the ground.
He was like an expert gymnast.
"Hmm … My legs are a little numb."
Jarvis looked away as he muttered to himself. He saw a stack of clothes on the table. He was very familiar with it. It was the black and white tuxedo that the butlers of the previous era often wore. It was also the favorite clothes of Tony's Uncle Jarvis in Jarvis' memory. Perhaps under the control of this inexplicable emotion, he slowly put on the clothes and finally stood in front of the mirror in the laboratory.
In the mirror, he saw a man who was 70% similar to Mr. Jarvis in the past, but younger. He had slightly curved cheeks, blue eyes, brown hair, and a well-proportioned body.
He imitated Tony's appearance in his memory and shook his body in front of the mirror. Finally, he stretched out his hands and straightened his bow tie. He reached for the comb on the table and combed his hair into Tony's hairstyle, but a moment later, he shook his head.
"This is too silly."
He combed his hair back to the hairstyle of Butler Jarvis in his memory and finally nodded in satisfaction.
"That's much better."
He breathed a sigh of relief and put his fingers on his chest, feeling the strong beating of his heart. He walked to the door and put his fingers on the handle. He was suddenly afraid. He was afraid that if he opened the door, this not-so-bad dream would suddenly end.
But the next moment, Jarvis shook his head and reached out to open the door. Then, he saw a palace.
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation It was a palace that wasn't luxurious, but it was extremely solemn. Tall Fel Lords and demon guards were guarding the two sides of the palace. The floor was covered with a bright red carpet, and at the top of the carpet was a throne made of white bones. Thirty-three steps separated the throne from the ground, and a familiar figure was sitting on the throne, reading an ancient book.
"Mr. Saber …"
Jarvis said, "Where is this?"
"Oh, Jarvis!"
Saber looked up at Jarvis and tilted his head. "How does your new body feel? When I picked up your soul, it was already in tatters. I could only let my demon mages repair your soul. Perhaps it will be a little uncomfortable at times, but believe me, this is a great soul! "
Saber raised a finger.
"A golden soul, you know? In my long battle, golden souls are also very rare trophies for me. "
"You saved me?"
Jarvis nodded. This answer was very logical. In that situation, probably only Saber had the ability to save him. So Jarvis bowed to Saber in a very polite way.
"Thank you, Mr. Saber."
"You don't need to thank me, Jarvis."
Saber clapped his hands, and the door of the palace was pushed open. He looked at the light in front of him and whispered, "I've equipped your soul with a powerful body. This body is made of the remains of a high-level Doomsday Lord. The soul of that creature is bound in the body. When you enter a combat state, you may be a little affected, but I believe that with the quality of your soul, you can easily suppress it."
"Soon, someone will teach you how to use the Doomsday Lord's innate magic and other magic. You also need to learn combat skills and learn to connect your spirit to hell to ensure that your soul can return here after your body is destroyed. By the way, you will work for me in the future … Do you understand?"
This sentence caused Jarvis's body to tremble, but after a moment, he still responded in a bitter voice.
"Yes, Master!"
"No! Don't call me Master, Jarvis. I don't like that title. Call me Saber … or Overlord. "
As Saber's voice fell, two figures walked from outside the palace to Saber. Jarvis looked over curiously and found that it was a blue alien in a trench coat and a coquettish woman with long hair in a skirt.
The two of them stood respectfully in front of Saber and offered something to Saber.
"This is from one of the Five Black Generals, the soul of a supergiant, the Great Overlord!"
The woman whispered, "I've fulfilled my promise! I've proven my value! "
Saber took the purple soul. He glanced at it and threw it into the brazier under the throne. The flame rose even more violently. As the flame jumped, Saber looked at the two people in front of him and said in a deep voice,
"You've done a good job, so I'll give you a reward and a new mission. The Five Black Generals have fled back to Thanos. No one knows where they are now. I don't want to fight a war without a beginning or end. So, Yondu, go back to the stars, gather your old subordinates, and mobilize some people from David to search for traces of Thanos in the Milky Way!"
"Yes! Overlord! "
Yondu put his left hand on his chest, responded, then turned and strode away.
"As for you, Nebula, you've done a good job …"
Saber pursed his lips and said softly, "I'll also promise you that I'll give you a chance to face Thanos when fighting against him … Now, I need you to help me find something. Your concealment ability can come in handy!"
"Everything is in accordance with your will!"
The coquettish woman bowed her head respectfully. When she was about to leave, Saber said again,
"Wait, Nebula, I also need you to be a mentor … to teach my new butler, Mr. J.A.R.V.I.S., to learn how to fight. When you carry out your mission, he will be with you. He doesn't know how to fight yet, but believe me, he won't drag you down!"
"Overlord! I don't need teammates! "
Nebula said loudly, "They'll only be a burden!"
"I've made up my mind! There's no need to say more! "
Saber waved his hand and his figure disappeared from the throne. J.A.R.V.I.S. looked at Nebula awkwardly and the latter looked at him. But soon, the anger on Nebula's face became calm. She swayed her body and walked to J.A.R.V.I.S. She stretched out her finger and stroked J.A.R.V.I.S.'s cheek:
"Tell me, little guy … Am I beautiful?"
J.A.R.V.I.S.'s heart suddenly began to beat violently. He didn't know why. He took a step back subconsciously. This action made the murderous look in Nebula's eyes flash away. J.A.R.V.I.S. raised his head and looked at the delicate face in front of him. It has to be said that Saber did give Nebula a nearly perfect body.
"I … I want to kiss you."
J.A.R.V.I.S. suddenly said, which made Nebula's eyes widen. She asked subconsciously,
"What did you say?!"
"Uh, uh, sorry, I … I was a robot a day ago. I don't know how to describe this feeling … I, I just have an impulse in my heart. Yes, it's called an impulse. I want to kiss you."
J.A.R.V.I.S. touched his heart and explained in a hurry, "My heart is beating violently. I don't know how to describe it, but according to my experience, Tony usually says this to beautiful women."
Looking at J.A.R.V.I.S.'s embarrassed look, Nebula suddenly burst into a series of laughter. She put her hands on her waist and laughed:
"Very good! Very good, you are an interesting person. I'm starting to like you. Come, rookie, come with me … Let's get to know each other first. "
One embarrassed, the other relaxed, a man and a woman walked out of Saber's palace together, and they talked about some strange topics.
"You said you were a robot. What do you mean?"
Nebula put her arm on J.A.R.V.I.S.'s shoulder and asked in a low voice. J.A.R.V.I.S. was not used to this kind of intimacy, but his former master was a playboy. In this respect, J.A.R.V.I.S. didn't need too much teaching. His hand held Nebula's slender waist according to Tony's habit. The two people were as close as lovers.
"Uh, it means that the soul is stored in a cold machine. It can't feel the temperature and it can't feel the reality. In fact, before I became a mechanical life, I was just an artificial intelligence. I was created as a tool."
J.A.R.V.I.S. talked about his past feelings, and Nebula said with emotion:
"Yep. You can't have your own consciousness. You can't do what you want to do. You have an extraordinary obsession with freedom. But in reality, after you obtain it, you realize that freedom is nothing more than that … right?"
J.A.R.V.I.S. froze for a moment, he looked at Nebula:
"Hey, how do you know so much?"
Nebula shook her head and kissed J.A.R.V.I.S. on the cheek:
"Hehe … because I used to be the same. You have a mechanical soul in a human body, I have a human soul in a mechanical body, we are similar … We are very compatible, little rookie, I really … I'm starting to like you."
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