“Yes, Sir,” Ego responded immediately. “Reports from the meical dogs indicate that siaking trol of the prison, Antonny has beely recruiting survivors. He has even tried several times to sabotage the meical dogs using zombies.”

  Zack sighed. “Typical. Give someone a little power, and they’ll always overreach.”

  Antonny had been tolerated up to this point. His minor antics weren’t worth Zack’s attention. But now, he had clearly crossed a line. “Send his picture to the dancer,” Zack ordered in a calm, detached tohe decision to end a life seemed as mundane as deg what to eat for dinner. With that, he dismissed the matter entirely.

  Reag the basement, Zack sat down at his workbench. Unfinished schematics from the previous night y scattered before him. The bold title oop page caught his eye: Space-Based Ied Global Strike System. Hours passed as he sketched and calcuted, finalizing the preliminary pns for the ambitious project. By the end, a thick stack of blueprints sat ly in front of him.

  “The Titan Armor will have to wait,” Zack muttered. There were simply too many other priorities: managing NYC, expanding the meical army, deploying his global strike work, and advang his fearless warriors.

  “All of these are more pressing than the armor,” he decided. He leaned back, tapping his pen thoughtfully against the table. “It’s time to move forward… to create something new.”

  The Cold Fusioor, which had served as the erstone of his energy systems, was outdated. The problem wasn’t the paldium poisoning—it was the power output. It simply wasn’t enough for his growing ambitions. “If I were to use this reactor for the Titan Armor, I’d least 15 reactors just to power its basis,” Zack mused. “And that doesn’t even at fh-energy ons like ser ons. But a new reactor…”

  He let the thought hang in the air. The new reactor should be non-toxic, more effit, and expoially more powerful. “Ego,” Zack said, breaking his silence, “Any option?”

  “I propose the development of a Singulium Reactor, Sir.”

  “Singulium?” Zack leaned forward, intrigued. “What’s that?”

  “It is a theoretical reactor design based on a syic superheavy element: Element X-421, which I have designated as ‘Singulium.’ This element is theorized to exist in an isnd of stability within the periodic table, possessing unique properties such as ultra-dense energy ste and near-perfect thermal ductivity. When properly tained, Singulium could act as both the fuel sourd the primary energy ductor for a high-output reactor.”

  Zack’s brow furrowed. “That sounds promising. How to made it?”

  ““To synthesize Singulium,” Ego expined, “a high-energy particle accelerator is required to collide atomiuclei at velocities approag 99.99% of the speed of light. The collision will create the ditions necessary for the o fuse into this superheavy element. Once created, the atoms must be stabilized within a mago-gravititai chamber to prevent immediate decay.”

  “The’s build one. We have the materials, right?”

  “Yes, Sir. Manufacturing bugs have already been equipped with the necessary blueprints.” After Ego finished speaking, the produ data was transmitted to the meical bugs scattered across NYC. These maes, ranging from small te, immediately sprang into a. Using their sing devices, they effitly gathered the required materials throughout the city. Thanks to the LSI satellite work, every collected material was tracked, ensuring no overp or waste of effort.

  “It’s going to take a while to get the particle accelerator up and running,” Zack muttered, leaning ba his chair. “Let’s deal with the meical army .”

  From the thick stack of blueprints beside him, Zack pulled out a few sheets filled with intricate diagrams of meical parts. He spread them across the table, and with a flick of his hand, the ft schematics transformed into three-dimensional holographic projes. The room lit up with glowing lines and structures as the meical designs hovered before him. “Meical dogs and spiders aren’t enough anymore,” Zack said, his fingers moving rapidly through the proje. “We need specialized warriors designed solely for killing.”

  He worked quickly, deleting redundant designs and refining fwed pos. What remained were two entirely new cepts for his meical army, each addressing a critical gap. The first design was for an aerial unit. Its sleek frame was pad aerodynamic, built for speed and maneuverability—a fully autonomous droimized for aerial bat.

  In form, the drones were engineered for versatility, with modur systems that allowed for rapid adaptation to different mission requirements. Zack had no iion of using them as expendable on fodder. These aerial units would be armed with precision-targeting onry, advanced termeasure systems, and enhanced flight capabilities, making them formidable war maes with unmatched dominan the air.

  Equipped with cutting-edge propulsion teology and a suite of onboard ons, these aerial drones would address the meical army’s gring ck of air power. “Of course, there’s a catch…” Zack murmured, studying the material requirements for the project. He clicked his tongue in frustration. “The cost of building one of these is astronomical, as bad as my MV-02 suits.”

  The meical dogs and spiders relied on hydrogen batteries, but these drones required full Cold Fusioors for power—a massive leap in resourption. It was clear these aerial units would have to remain a limited produodel. “Start with ten units,” Zack decided. “We ’t afford to have no air power, no matter how expehey are.”

  , Zack turned his attention to the sed design, ah-shaking behemoth that bordered on madness. If the aerial drones filled a strategieed, this sed project ure overkill—a respoo his ongoing obsession with firepower. The design was modur and foldable, pag into a 3x2-meter regur block. When deployed, it expanded into a massive humanoid war mae standing 5.6 meters tall. This Goliath drone was essentially a walking fortress bristling with ons.

  “More than 20 missile unchers…” Zack mused, scrolling through the specs. “But not miissiles. We’re using something with a bit more... punch.” Instead of hands, the Goliath featured twin 50mm six-barreled Vul ons, capable of unleashing an insane barrage of firepower. These were not standard mae guns—they were rger than the main ons on most fighter jets. Loaded with two types of ammunition—50mm tungsten core armor-pierg rounds and 50mm depleted uranium shells—the Goliath was desigo annihite anything in its path.

  The idea was born after Zack’s enter with the Tyra. While the meical army’s firepower had been suffit to handle most threats, its inability to deal massive siarget damage had bee gringly obvious. The Goliath was his solution. “Still feels like something’s missing…” Zack muttered, staring at the blueprint. “What about adding aromagic railgun? That should handle siarget peion.”

  Ego hesitated for a moment before responding. “Sir, I believe that’s feasible. The railguromagic coil systems be ied into the Goliath’s power core with some modifications to aodate the recoil a dissipation.”

  Zaodded, rolling his shoulders. “Perfect. Let’s do it.”