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2B stopped instantly and stepped back.
She looked at Ethan.
"Absorption limit approaching. Further force may cause internal damage."
Ethan nodded.
"That's enough."
Storm lowered his hand and exhaled slowly. For the first time, there was a faint tension in his shoulders—not pain, but like something foreign.
"…It's strange," Storm said. "I can feel the energy sitting inside me. Like a reservoir."
Ethan stepped closer.
"Try releasing a small amount. Not at her—at the wall."
Storm turned toward the reinforced training wall at the far end of the lab. He raised his hand, focusing.
A low hum filled the air.
Then Storm thrust his palm forward.
The energy burst out.
It wasn't flashy—no light show—but the impact was brutal. The reinforced wall dented inward with a deep metallic boom, cracks spreading outward like a spiderweb.
The lab shook slightly.
Storm stared at his hand.
"…So that's how it works."
Ethan smiled.
"You absorbed her force, stored it, and redirected it. Clean and efficient."
2B scanned the wall.
"Structural damage consistent with high-density kinetic discharge."
Storm clenched his fist, then relaxed it.
"This means I don't just endure attacks anymore," he said. "I turn them back."
"Yes," Ethan said. "And the more pressure you're under, the more dangerous you become."
Storm nodded slowly.
"That makes me a better shield."
"And a better blade," Ethan added.
Storm looked at Ethan seriously.
"I won't waste this."
"I know," Ethan replied.
"So, how much force did you apply before he could no longer endure it?" Ethan asked 2B.
"I applied a total of one hundred thirteen tons of force," she said.
Ethan froze for a moment, clearly surprised.
"…Whoa. I literally used one hundred thirteen grams of vibranium to infuse Storm. So that means one gram of vibranium gives roughly one ton of force capacity?"
He nodded to himself, already running calculations in his head.
Storm looked at him.
"Can my body be infused with more?" he asked.
Ethan nodded.
"Yes. Your body can safely handle up to one kilogram of vibranium."
Storm's eyes narrowed slightly.
"But," Ethan continued, "only if it's done in divided amounts over three years. That's what my simulations say. For safety reasons, that's how we'll do it."
Storm nodded without hesitation, fully understanding the risk.
"As long as it makes me stronger," he said simply.
Ethan looked at Storm for a moment, then spoke calmly.
"We won't rush it," he said. "Your body needs time to adapt. If we push too fast, even vibranium won't save you."
Storm nodded.
"I understand."
Ethan nodded as well, then said, "Go and learn more about your powers with 2B—and not in my lab. I don't want to replace another wall."
Storm nodded again as 2B turned to follow him.
Ethan glanced at the damaged wall, exhaling softly. He hadn't expected it to be that powerful.
With a sigh, he turned his attention back to himself. This room was filled with too many things—things he didn't want anyone else to see.
Ethan rolled up his sleeves and walked toward the damaged wall.
"Alright… my fault," he muttered.
He placed his palm against the cracked surface. Thin lines of light spread from his hand, scanning the damage layer by layer. In his vision, data windows opened automatically—material stress, structural integrity, energy residue.
"Tch. Overkill," Ethan said quietly.
He snapped his fingers.
Hidden mechanisms inside the wall(others) activated. Nanofabricators hummed to life, releasing a fine metallic dust that flowed into the cracks like liquid. The dent slowly pushed itself outward, metal knitting back together as if time itself were reversing.
Ethan stayed focused, adjusting the output carefully. Too fast and the structure would weaken. Too slow and the repair would take hours.
Minutes passed.
The wall smoothed out completely. No dents. No cracks. Not even a scratch.
Ethan stepped back and inspected it, nodding once in approval.
"Good as new."
He let out a breath and leaned back against a nearby worktable.
"So… one gram of vibranium gives roughly one ton of force," Ethan muttered as he typed.
He paused, then added another note.
"But Storm is also a super-soldier enhanced human. Results may differ for normal humans."
Ethan ran new simulations, this time inputting data from an average human body.
"Hm…" he murmured, watching the numbers change. "A normal human can only handle about six hundred seventy grams before their genetic structure starts to collapse."
He leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the screen.
"And the infusion period is much longer too," he continued. "Ten years total. Sixty-seven grams per year for safe integration."
That was nowhere near Storm's results.
Ethan exhaled slowly.
"…Still, I'm not going to use vibranium on myself," he said quietly. "I want gravitonium."
Gravitonium's potential was far greater. Riskier—but far more powerful than anything vibranium could offer him.
"Alright," he said, straightening up. "Time for the second phase."
He glanced at the system interface floating in his vision, then at the loyalty data he had reviewed earlier.
"Sharon's loyalty is above ninety percent," he muttered. "She won't betray me. And even if she did… she'd be far weaker than Storm. Or even 2B."
His gaze shifted.
"Speaking of 2B…" Ethan said thoughtfully. "I should upgrade her."
He frowned slightly.
"Her body doesn't have built-in weapons," he noted. "She relies on external weapons—or self-destruct."
He shook his head.
"That's not happening."
Ethan turned back to his workstation, already planning new designs.
"If she's going to be my shield," he said calmly, "she needs to be fully armed."
Ethan pulled up a new file on his main screen.
"Upgrade plan: YoRHa No.2 Type B," he said quietly.
Lines of schematics appeared—2B's internal structure, power core, frame strength, and system limits. It was not an game, where he can't add other things he wanted in her.
So, he begun to repurpose her into an real combat Android, one that can walk in a military facility and come out after wiping everything inside.
"Time to build a real combat bot," he muttered.
He began listing upgrades.
First: internal weapons.
"Hidden arm blades," Ethan said. "Retractable. Monomolecular edge. No external deployment."
He added another line.
"Forearm rail emitters. Low-output energy shots for suppression. High-output ones for killing."