At first glance, she saw Daisy squatting at the door.
She seemed to be waiting specifically for her.
“Morgan, my battle armor is finished!” Her expression was exceptionally excited!
A wish held for many years had finally been achieved today!
“I’ll wear it out for you to see right now!” Great!
Morgan was also very happy about this; her investment in Daisy had paid off!
“Mm-hmm, I can’t wait!
Go put it on!” …
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Five minutes after Daisy left, the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground suddenly echoed.
“Crap, what’s that sound?” In the garage behind the garden, a crimson “Iron Man” five meters tall and covered in thick armor walked out.
It even hopped proudly, leaving a large crater with every step.
Daisy’s crisp voice came from within.
“How is it?
Morgan, I can even fly!” Whoosh!
Azure flames rose from behind her.
She flew up, spun three and a half times in place, and then landed back down.
This left Morgan completely stunned.
This wasn’t what she had imagined; shouldn’t it be the kind of armor that fits the human body?
The part she previously thought was the torso armor was actually the arm?!
Is this right?
Aside from the color, nothing about this is right, is it?
“Stunned, aren’t you?
This suit of armor has a full forty tons of arm strength; it can lift two fully loaded shipping containers and can withstand 130mm heavy artillery head-on.” “The most important thing is that it can fly!” Daisy had a proud look on her face, like she was begging for praise.
“Then why aren’t you continuing to fly?” “Oh, it’s out of energy…” Huh?
You walk a few steps, fly up, spin a few times, and you’re out of energy?
“…Was it used before and not charged?” Morgan held a sliver of hope in her heart.
“No, it’s mainly that flying consumes a lot of energy.
If I don’t fly, I can still operate it for another ten minutes.” She raised her head proudly.
“…” Morgan was speechless for a moment, but thinking that this was the other girl’s dream and also a cross-generational work, she felt she should offer some encouragement.
“That’s amazing!
I knew you were a genius!
This armor is already stronger than some members of The Seven!” “To make the first generation this strong, you’ll definitely make even better works in the future!” “Of course, I’m a genius!” “I’ve also made designs for eight-meter, ten-meter, and twelve-meter armor.” Morgan: Dammit!
Is that armor?
Those are Gundams!
Daisy: Big is good, big is strong!
“Pity the power system hasn’t kept up!
It runs out of battery too easily.” Out of battery, huh?
Just you wait and see how I ‘charge’ you up tonight!
…
…
After one night, Morgan stood on her balcony feeling refreshed.
She was about to start her world travel.
Checking her belongings, first was the necessary auxiliary equipment—she had to bring that—then gold, a video camera, and spare auxiliary equipment.
Thinking of something, she realized: Right, the hero blockbuster she filmed!
She had to take it over there to show and gain some fans.
Though there were only two movies, Vought was the world’s largest entertainment company after all; the quality was definitely top-notch.
She’d also bring some with her own cameos…
She prepared two large backpacks of miscellaneous items, plus the auxiliary gear on her person.
Alright…
Ready to go!
Her trip would conclude after experiencing a major event.
No matter how long she stayed on the other side, only three days would pass here when she returned.
Furthermore, if an unmanageable danger appeared in this world, she could instantly choose to pause her travel.
Upon returning here and resolving the danger, she could then resume her travel.
After leaving word that she would be away for three days, Panel!
Let’s go!
In the next moment, the scene before Morgan’s eyes shattered like glass and drifted behind her.
She moved past one colorful bubble after another, arrived before a river woven of light and deep purple, and plunged headfirst into it.
“Another one…
what a pain.” The very moment Morgan stepped into the new world, a voice suddenly rang in her ear.
This voice?
Morgan turned her head toward the direction of the voice.
A man whose cloak was fluttering, with golden runes floating on his hands, was constantly gesturing toward her side.
The more he gestured, the more serious the man’s face became…
“This…
the door behind her!
Why won’t it close?!!” “And she can’t be expelled either!
Oh no!!”