The wealth of knowledge and mastery Liam had ied from Celebrimbor was staggering. Liam felt like he could see the delicate banetals, the secrets of enting them with power beyond mortal prehension, and the artistry required te magic ons.

  He found himself instinctively uanding the movements of a sword, the fluidity of archery, and the nuances of bat hohrough tless battles. He had pyed as Talion and had the wraith abilities, but even then, he felt like he cked the whole array of knowledge that had now been opeo him.

  But it wasn't just physical skills. Celebrimbor's knowledge ran deeper. Liam now uood the a histories of Middle-earth as if he had lived through them—the rise and fall of empires, the f of the Rings of Power, and the tragic corruption of Celebrimbor's owions. Basically, a handbook of what to do and what not to do.

  Liam couldn't wait t forth some of the magic that he had learned from Celebrimbor, but before that, he would o make his own cold ons.

  "Liam, wake up..." As Liam was thinking all that, he heard his mother. He didn't have much time before she would kno his door, so it was time to see what his other reward brought him.

  When Liam activated his wraith ability, the world around him dimmed slightly, as though reality itself had taken a step baake room for something more ethereal. The room was bathed in a ghostly blue light, emanating from his own body, whiow shimmered with the translut glow of a spectral form.

  He stood in front of the mirror to see himself. His refle was no longer fully his own. His physical body, though still reizable, was overid with the spectral form of a wraith—a luminous, ghostly version of himself that seemed to pulse with raw energy. His refle was no longer fully his own. His physical body, though still reizable, was overid with the spectral form of a wraith—a luminous, ghostly version of himself in elf form that seemed to pulse with raw energy.

  And that was not the only thing. He could feel that he could slow down time itself. In hindsight, it wasn't actually slowing time. It was just that his senses made everything feel slow around him, and the amazing part was, he could feel that his physical body could keep up with those senses for some time.

  As he pted that, a knock finally came to the door, and Liam knew he would have to leave for css, or else his mother wouldn't be too happy. She had bee stricter with his school duties as she felt that her son should soon be a learned person and didn't want him to get the tagline of a school dropout millionaire.

  "Liam, what happeo your eyes? Did you put on tact lenses?" His mom noticed that his eyes had ged in color.

  "Uh... Yes... Yesterday, while ing back, I bought no-power tact lenses," Liam replied sheepishly. He had fotten that part altogether.

  "Is that evehy?" Mason, his father, asked.

  "Don't worry, Dad. It's just fashion. It's perfectly fine," Liam said.

  "I'm worried now. Are you doing this to impress someone? You aren't even ied in Bonnie. I won't accept a girl who isn't at least as good as Bonnie," Olivia said.

  "Mom, I told you I'm not ied in her or any irl," Liam insisted, as his mother seemed to like Booo mubsp;

  "Then are you ied in boys..." Mason asked. This made Liam lift his head from eating his peanut butter bread and look at his father with deep eyes.

  "What? We are accepting of that too," Mason defended himself.

  "Oh my God. I 't believe we are even having this versation. I'm not ied in a the moment and just want to build a successful career..." Liam said as he got up and made a run to the garage. He was tired of beiered about retionships. He wasn't even 18, and already, some talks that always made him unfortable were taking pbsp;

  "You think he likes boys?" Olivia whispered as she heard the car r in the garage.

  "I 't say. Not that it matters. I will be accepting of Chris too," Mason replied as he slowly finished breakfast. For them, it was just teasing. They didn't really care as long as their son was happy and safe.

  As he was in school, he thought of the things that he o do, and thus he tacted his manager. Yes, the arvel had insisted that Liam should get himself a manager and, also as aension, his mother.

  "Hello, Mr. Woodworth. How I help you?" Rachel said. She was chosen as the manager for Liam and his family. And, of course, Marvel aying. She was managing all the things that Liam and his family would require.

  "Rachel, rent a garage or a huge warehouse for R&D purposes. Make sure that the pce is built in such a way that someone could do bcksmithing ihout being raided by the police or anything. And also make a room there so that one could sleep, eat, and shower there," Liam said.

  "So, Sir, you want this kind of pear your home? And in whose name do you want tister it? Yours or Marvel's?" Rachel asked. She was a veteran in this industry and was actually transferred by Pepper herself to be the manager of Liam. So Liam had faith ioo. Another reason was because Rachel had family of her own here, so she was also eager to take a job, which had a raise and also meant she wouldn't have to cater to Tony anymore.

  Though Tony had ged for the better, she did remember what a nightmare Tony was for the pany.

  "Mine. Keep it secret. Make it a siderable distance away from home. Oh, yes... Make sure that it's soundproof. Don't want neighbors to raise noise pints," Liam said.

  "You don't have to worry, Mr. Woodworth. I will hahe logistics. I will inform you as soon as we have a pce," Rachel said.