A few days had gone by since Liam had asked for a pce to carry out his pns for the future. Until then, he had tried his abilities a bit, and suffice it to say, it was beyond what he had expected.

  In the darkness of the night, he had tried to climb walls, and suffice it to say, he was now better at climbing walls than maybe Spider-Man himself. Of course, he didn't have the ability to stick to a single vertical wall, but traversing it iece of cake as he felt that his fingers were powerful enough to crush stones.

  He theo a 24/7 P Fite at night to check his strength with his normal body. He could exert immense force. With his inal body now, he could lift 500 kgs quite easily, but with wraith enha, he could not calcute it because he didn't have the weights to ter his arm strength at all.

  Soon, he realized that P Fitness couldn't measure his strength and impact strength either. Though he had a general idea of it since he had pyed the game long enough.

  "Mr. Woodworth, we have found a pce for you. The address is 84-20 51st Avenue."

  "Okay. I will be there in an hour."

  Liam was excited to see his workpce for the foreseeable future.

  "Mr. Woodworth, I hope you had a wonderful m today," Rachel said with a smile as Liam got out of his Audi A8.

  "Rachel, I told you not to be formal. Call me Liam. Mr. Woodworth sounds jarring," Liam said.

  "Hahaha... I will try to remember that ime," Rachel said as she led him to the pce she thought would be appropriate for Liam. And Liam wasn't actually expeg the surprise that Rachel gave him.

  Rachel stopped in front of a rge, unassuming warehouse with a sleek bck door that bore no signs or bels, only a keypad for entry.

  "Here we are," Rachel said, entering the code with a flourish. "I hope you're ready for this, Liam."

  The door slid open with a soft meical hum, revealing the cavernous interior. Liam's eyes widened as the se unfolded before him. Polished crete floors reflected the glow of overhead lights, illuminating rows of gleaming bcksmithing tools, both traditional and modern. There were anvils, tongs, and hammers arranged ly alongside C maes and ser cutters. A fe sat in the far er, its intricate design suggesting it was as much a work of art as a funal tool.

  "Rachel... You are a boon. Thank you... Thank you," Liam said. He wasn't expeg a ready-made bcksmithing pce when he had asked her to find a pce.

  "The Woodworth family spares no expense," Rachel wi Liam, knowing full well that it was Liam who aying for it, and it was also in the name of his father and not even Liam himself.

  "Hahaha... Thank you again. You have just made my work much easier," Liam replied. Rachel actually was a bit surprised that Liam would want a bcksmith workshop for himself, but then again, rich people had different hobbies, and maybe this was Liam's. She didn't o know anyway.

  Liam walked deeper into the space, his firailing across the etal of the maery. The juxtaposition of old-world bcksmithing tools with cutting-edge tech struck him. But Rachel wasn't done. She gestured toward a side door, leading him to a cozy living area.

  "And if you ever need a break, this should do the trick," she said, opening the door with a dramatic swing.

  The room was small but impeccably designed. A minimalist kit with steel tertops flowed into a lounge area with a plush sofa and a wall-mouV. Adjat to it was a pact bathroom and a bedroom with rge windows overlooking the cityscape.

  After a small tour, Liam was ba his home. He had received the codes and the rights to the property too, as Rachel didn't rent and just bought the pce. Stark Industries had also provided an exclusive at to Liam for him to splurge money, which Rachel could use, and this was one of those.

  As he was reag home, he received a call from Tony.

  "Yo, my man, what's up?" Tony asked.

  "Tony, you are not a Gen Z kid, so st to be like us, and I don't talk that way," Liam replied.

  "And here I thought I would get close to you," Tony replied.

  "I am not a beautiful female that you want to get close to me. How are the new produches going?"

  "That's not my circus to know. Pepper is handling it. But we did get a military tract from SHIELD and the USA for the use of Neuralink, as it would alloilot to maneuver a ph just a helmet a better trol. And Marvel & Stark Industries are actively trying to look for a ercial use of the teology. I gotta say, the more I look into BT, the more surprised I bee. By the way, I have made another version of the railgun for BT and have made a smaller version and gave it to BT, which he mount on his other hand."

  "Did you mount a railgun into that armor of yours too?"

  "You bet."

  "Did you find another source of energy for your arc reactor?" Liam asked, as that was more important now.

  " you not parade on my wound right now? My heart 't take it... By the way, I called you because I saw that you gifted yourself quite the pce. What are you going to make? Does the anization behind you want to learn bcksmithing?" Tony asked. Tony ged the topic, which meant he wasn't able to find a solution for his poisoning, and sihe at rovided by Stark himself, he knew what transas were taking pce.

  Tony was still thinking that BT and his suit were teology provided by a secret anization behind Liam because there couldn't be another expnation for the teology.