Day off

Discovering his powers alone, Matthew had wiped out an entire army of highly trained soldiers skilled in dealing with mutants and superhumans.

If that doesn't scream chaos energy, I don't know what does. Of course, there's also the debate over who's stronger: Clyde Wyndham, aka the Marquis of Death, or Matthew.

In my opinion, Matthew is stronger, but in a fight, the Marquis would win simply because of experience.

I mean, come on—the guy spent billions of years mastering the art of slaughter, to the point where he even destroyed his own senses and body, now resembling a walking skeleton. I would've gone after him too, but he's from another reality.

"Oh, come on, Matthew! Hurry up—we have to get home soon," Matthew's father called from the driveway as Matthew rushed to pack his things.

"See ya!" I said as he left, and he responded with a laugh before heading out.

Today was great. I managed to extract some powers I'll soon merge with, and on top of that, I finally tested my full-dive suit.

I don't plan to release it anytime soon—the world isn't ready for that level of technology yet. For now, it has mobile and PC versions.

The games can run on any device, but Smith phones are the best if you want the full mobile experience.

"So, how was your day? I can see it went well," Mom asked.

"Yeah, I tested the full-dive gear today. Whenever you're ready to release it, the technology is set," I replied, sitting on the kitchen stool and watching her prepare dinner.

"Nah… I don't think the world's ready for that yet. We might start hinting at it after we go public with the Metaverse," Mom said.

"Really?! I never thought we'd crack virtual reality this fast," I said, genuinely surprised.

Creating a virtual reality was easy for me, even without Paris's help, though it would take some time. But for them to have developed one this quickly was impressive.

"Why are you so surprised? We have Paris, an A.I., plus the world's most powerful quantum computers. Combine those two, and the results are ridiculous. Oh, and by the way, when do you plan to meet that Reed kid? He's starting to get on my nerves."

"Tomorrow, maybe."

"You'd better. I don't get his obsession with this other universe of his. We haven't even tapped into all the resources on this planet, let alone the solar system, and he's already talking about finding resources in other universes."

"He's smart and means well, but he struggles to focus on the present. Anyway, forget that—how was your day?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Nice try, but my day isn't over yet. Since you don't have school tomorrow, and I noticed you remodeled a room here, why don't we go check it out?" Mom said, leading us out of the kitchen.

"How did you even do this?" Mom asked, confusion written all over her face.

"Nanobots. I used them to rebuild the entire house."

"Huh? Nanobots? Those are tiny robots, right?"

"Yes, and now we have a smart house," I answered excitedly.

"It's amazing how your little head holds so much knowledge," Mom said, ruffling my hair as we walked into the entertainment room.

Mom wasn't too shocked by my explanation for one reason: I receive a hefty allowance and have a makeshift lab in the basement.

It serves as a cover for my actual lab—I can't let people know about the briefcase yet. To her, I just whipped up some self-replicating nanobots in my "lab" and used them to rebuild the house.

Mom and I stayed in the room watching movies until I got tired and headed to bed.