"Hit it once more and it'll disappear."
Staring at the fading barrier, Nolan flexed his armored arm. The sigils etched into the gauntlet were defensive enchantments, but he noticed something: each time he cast a spell, the gauntlet drained a portion of the demonic energy powering it.
Not a big deal he could always refill the tank.
After all, where else would he find a power source as abundant (and convenient) as demonic energy?
It was the diesel of the mystic world.
"I'll take over from here."
He pulled up the parameters of his battlesuit. This time, he needed something capable of taking on Dormammu. Last time, his suit had been rushed he didn't have enough Vibranium back then, so half of the frame had been made with regular alloys.
Not only did he now have an unlimited Vibranium supply he had also acquired Wakanda's method of weaving Vibranium wire.
This time, the entire suit would be made of a Mithril-Vibranium alloy.
He called it Mythril combining the enchantability of Mithril with the durability of Vibranium.
Perfect for an arcane battlesuit.
Streams of molten Mythril poured out. With a simple thought, the glowing liquid hovered in midair. For him, crafting didn't require mechanical tools; he had only used robotic arms earlier because that batch of arcane gear was meant for mass production.
This one was for him. Which meant he could do it the old-fashioned way.
Instead of forging immediately, Nolan placed his hand directly into the molten metal, and the extreme temperature felt like warm bathwater.
[Spirit of Evolution]
[Absorption Module] — Activated.
A wave of energy surged from the Mythril into his body. Thanks to the two stars powering him, he didn't need any equipment to channel it his body was the reactor.
The density of mystical particles around him skyrocketed.
He began with soul magic, letting his T-level soul drift out of his body. Instantly, his vision shifted he could see every fiber of muscle, every nerve, every organ.
Then the inscriptions began.
Eyes — Spatial magic.
Skin — Defensive magic.
Cerebral cortex — Psionic magic.
His body greedily drew in power from two different dimensions and even started absorbing the Vishanti energy coming from the Sling Ring.
Golden arcane discs (straight from Kamar-Taj spellcraft) flickered across his skin.
His lungs began generating sub-zero cold on their own, while his eyes turned into nested pocket dimensions storing laser energy in layered spatial nodes, ready to unleash in one violent burst.
His soul returned to his flesh.
For a moment, he felt like he was about to burst apart, but his body was harder than Vibranium. It could handle it.
Anyone else would have exploded a long time ago.
That was the point. Superman-level strength meant nothing if your magic resistance was trash and Nolan wasn't going to leave any weaknesses.
He shaped the molten Mythril into armor plates. Wherever joints weren't needed, he sculpted the metal directly onto his skin then burned runes into the surface.
If Vibranium had been scarce, none of this would've worked. Runes needed to flow through material like circuits; Mithril carried magic easily, but it would crack under overload. Vibranium solved that.
Piece by piece, the components floated into place. Silver-white metal flickering with runic patterns. Embedded within were high-tech enhancements: neural-amplifiers, dimensional stabilizers, and Osborn R&D's latest tech upgrades.
A fully fitted battlesuit hovered in front of him perfectly molded to his current body.
A large golden "S" sat proudly on the chest.
At his command, the suit dissolved into streams of liquid metal, flowing across his skin and locking into place the S emblem settling at the center of his chest.
It was fully nanofabricated thanks to Wakandan nanotech methods combined with Stark's Vibranium nanomaterial research.
A few minutes later in the Osborn conference room—
Tony, Charles, and Reed stepped in RIGHT on time.
"What happened to you?"
Tony blinked. Nolan looked like a glowing reactor, blue runes pulsing across his body.
"Nothing serious," Nolan replied casually, turning the Cosmic Cube fragment in his hand. "Just absorbing a few things."
If he was going to fight Dormammu, he needed every possible power. Odin had given him a shard of the Space Stone and while he didn't have the Infinity Gauntlet, that didn't matter.
He had Mythril-infused flesh.
He had arcane circuitry in his organs.
And now… he had Cosmic Space Magic pumping directly into his eyes and nervous system.
Plenty of room for a Space Stone.
The shard pulsed and the surrounding space began to hum.
Time to finish the suit.
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