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Agent Coulson sat in the back of his car, the city lights sliding across the window as they drove toward the extraction point. His polite smile from earlier was gone—replaced by a tight, focused expression.
The moment the TAC jet touched down on the rooftop pad, he stepped aboard. The vehicle lifted off, cutting through the clouds toward the Helicarrier.
Coulson exhaled slowly, trying to organize his thoughts.This is bigger than it looks. Much bigger.
He clutched the tablet containing Ethan's Caliburn model—specifically, the data on the so-called "crystal coat."
By the time he reached the Helicarrier, his calm professionalism had fully returned. Still, the guards noticed the tension in his steps as he moved through the hallway.
He entered the command deck.
Nick Fury turned just as Coulson approached. "You said it was urgent," Fury said, eye narrowing.
"Yes, sir." Coulson handed over the tablet. "You need to see this personally."
Fury tapped the screen, scanning the data. His one good eye froze on the detailed shifting-color surface of the car.
"This looks like—"
"Exactly what you think it is," Coulson said quietly. "The crystal coat he developed… it's almost identical to the cloaking-tech prototypes S.H.I.E.L.D. has been trying—and failing—to stabilize for years. Except Ethan made it as a paint feature. And it works flawlessly."
Fury went silent.
Coulson continued, voice low. "We've been trying for years to create a surface layer that can bend and refract light on command. We could never stabilize the energy feedback. But his design… doesn't have that problem. He accomplished what our best tech teams haven't been able to."
Fury let out a long sigh. "Sometimes I wonder why I'm even paying those people."
He tapped the tablet again, zooming in on the shifting crystalline effect across the Caliburn's chassis.
"It can change paint jobs, sure," Fury muttered, "but we need to verify whether it can actually refract light enough to make something invisible. That's the real question."
Coulson shook his head. "I haven't had the chance to test that yet."
"Fine," Fury said, exhaling. "We wait. If he actually builds a functional car with this coating, we'll take a very close look at what it can and can't do. And if needed…" He paused, choosing his words. "We'll suggest to him that it's just a fancy paint-changing feature and make sure it won't turn invisible."
Coulson nodded. "Understood, sir."
He turned to leave, but Fury's voice stopped him.
"Should I bring him into S.H.I.E.L.D.?…" Fury murmured to himself. He considered it for a moment—then shook his head. "No. Not yet. Let's wait and see what else the kid can do."
Coulson left the command deck.
Fury remained standing there alone, staring at the data on the crystal coat—already calculating the implications, the risks, and the possibilities.
***
On the other side of the city, Ethan pushed open the door to his room and stretched his arms.
"Alright," he said to Sarah, who had insisted on walking him up to check if he was alive after the boardroom torture. "I'm gonna relax. Maybe play some games until my brain resets."
Sarah raised a brow. "I though geniuses don't play games?"
Ethan snorted. "Ha-ha. Very funny."
She smirked, waved, and left down the hallway.
The moment the door shut, Ethan dropped onto his bed with a groan—then flicked his hand.
A HUD flashed into existence above him.
[ Congratulations, Host, on owning a company with millions in yearly profit. ]
[ The Host has earned a one-time Tech Companies Gacha Roll. ]
"Hm? What does that mean?" Ethan asked, raising a brow.
[ The meaning is simple. The Host will obtain all the technology from a single company across the entire multiverse. Everything they ever made, ever will make, or could make—will belong to the Host. ]
Ethan blinked twice.
"…Hah… god. Well, I guess I don't have to worry about running out of car designs for the company anymore."
He shrugged, opened the gacha interface, and pressed the glowing button.
The gacha wheel spun—fast, then faster—colors mixing into a blur.
Ethan leaned forward, eyes narrowing.
"Come on… something good…"
The wheel slowed… clicked… clicked…
[ Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: ARASAKA CORPORATION ]
Ethan froze.
His eyes widened.
Then—
"…No way."
He blinked again.
And then he screamed into his pillow:
"FUCK YES!"
Sarah, who had just stepped out of her room to grab water, flinched.
"…Did he win a raid in a game?" she mumbled, shaking her head.
Inside Ethan's room, he was pacing back and forth like a madman, hands on his head, grinning so hard his face hurt.
All of Arasaka.
All the technology from Cyberpunk's most dangerous megacorp.
Security tech. Cybernetics. Military drones. Blackwall-level data systems.
And most importantly—vehicle tech far beyond anything on Earth.
And he got it from one single gacha roll.
[ Host is extremely lucky. ]
"Lucky? I basically got half the Cyberpunk universe in one pull!" Ethan laughed. "Screw designing cars manually—Arasaka's R&D alone could build twenty Caliburns a month!"
His mind was spinning with possibilities.
He opened his system again, checking the confirmation message.
[ Arasaka Technology Database: Fully Unlocked ]
Ethan grinned wickedly.
"…Very well then. Arasaka will be my new company's name."
He paused, then chuckled.
"And hey—my mom was Japanese anyway. So it kinda fits."
He flopped back on the bed, already imagining the logo, the redesign, the new identity for his company.
He opened the system menu again, scrolling past the mountain of newly unlocked Arasaka schematics. His eyes stopped on a section labeled:
[ Personal Equipment Recommended for Host ]
Below it—
• Smart Weapon Suite
• Smart-Link Neural Interface
• Subdermal Armor (Light)
• Cyberoptic HUD Enhancer
Ethan whistled.
"…Damn. That's tempting."
He tapped the first item.
[ Smart Weapon Suite ]
A fully integrated firearm system capable of tracking targets, auto-adjusting trajectory, switching ammunition types, and linking to the user's neural network for real-time aim assistance.
"Basically… aim-bot in real life," Ethan muttered with a grin.
"Good… with this suit, I don't have to get an actual smart-link cyberware," he mumbled, stretching his arms. "Less surgery, more convenience."
But then another thought hit him—one that wiped the smile off his face.
"…How the hell do I build this without SHIELD radar picking it up?"