Hulk left the training room as a Tier 7 Gamma Monster and was pretty satisfied with the result. He then opened a portal to Earth to transmit his voice:
“Stark, it’s your turn.”
“What an invasion of privacy,” Tony complained. “Give a mont.” A few minutes later, Stark walked through the portal into the white room. He looked around: “So, this is the Potential Room the others were discussing.” He observed and discovered there was nothing but an orb at the center.
“How does this work exactly?” Tony asked.
“The orb will first scan your body to see if you have any hidden bloodline talent or if your genetic makeup is predisposed for certain tasks,” Edward explained. “Then, it will use your mories to understand your life and create a character model for yourself. Once that is done, it will generate billions of possibilities/alternate tilines from that model to determine in which field you would excel the most. Lastly, it will use Fate/Divination Magic to compensate for what it previously failed to see.”
Tony thought montarily: “So, Data-gathering that involves Genetic Information and mories, Multiverse Variant Deduction, Quantum Probability, and Causality Manipulation?”
“In the scientific terms — yes,” Edward nodded, silencing Tony. He knew his knowledge in these fields was subpar as so of them were considered science-fiction even by him. He sighed before saying: “Let’s get this over with.”
Tony’s test was quick, and Edward did not even double-check after the abnormal results.
“So, he’s basically you, excerpts his talent is geared toward technology instead of magic,” Morgana comnted.
‘Just so you know, I’m one of a kind,’ Edward retorted. However, despite his words, he must admit that Tony’s talent was indeed on his level.
“You have four options,” Edward said to Tony.
“A pure technology path, a pure magic path, technology, and magic combined with technology as the main, or a combination path with magic as the main.”
“What do you an by pure technology?” Tony asked in confusion.
Edward looked at him with a frown, “I’m confused why you’re confused.”
“I thought magic was just a more advanced form of technology, but due to the culture difference from your dinsion, you called it magic instead of technology,” Tony explained. “Now, your words insinuate that’s not true.”
“You’re not completely wrong,” Edward explained. “At a high level, these two paths are more similar than different. However, they are still two distinctive paths, each with their own rules and regulations by which they function.”
“I see,” Tony nodded before asking: “If I chose the pure technology path, how advanced are you talking about?”
“Advance enough to grant you power on par with the creatures I have shown you from the Convergence or even to build a Potential Room without using magic,” Edward replied, making Tony squint.
“And you have such advanced technology?”
“Why are you surprised?”
“I figure you’re more of a magic guy, so even if your technology is advanced…”
“You assu a lot of things, don’t you?” Edward said.
“That’s just the logical conclusion after the information you’ve provided .”
“I have visited plenty of dinsions with advanced technology,” Edward explained. “Furthermore, once I accomplished sothing wonderful with magic, it’s easier to deduce its technology counterpart.”
“That makes sense,” Tony nodded.
“So, what’s your choice?”
“I have no interest in magic,” Tony said. “However, your words about using magic to develop technology have inspired , so I guess I’ll take the third option.”
‘His predisposition is toward technology, but it seems he strongly rejects magic because of you,’ Morgana comnted. ‘He probably figured it was too late to compete with you in the field of magic, but since technology is his forte and not your focus, he can one day stand side-by-side with you once he has made sufficient achievents.’
Morgana sighed deeply.
‘I truly despise this strong prideful aspect of you, geniuses.’
Edward did not comnt, as she perfectly captured Tony’s psychology. In fact, he knew there was a high chance he would have made the sa choice if he were in Tony’s shoes. He summoned a datapad and a scroll, which he handed Tony.
“What are those?”
“The knowledge you want and a contract that states that you must share any new invention you’ve created from now on.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“I’m about to share with you knowledge that human civilization probably won’t be able to develop before the next 100,000 years. I got to get sothing out of it.”
“But that’s not fair.”
“It’s not,” Edward agreed.
“Why did no one else sign such a contract?” Tony talked to the others, and no one ntioned an unfair contract.
“None of them are Tony Stark,” Edward replied.
Tony was speechless. Although such words stroke his ego, he could not be happy or gain any satisfaction from them. He looked at the contract and asked: “What if I don’t sign it?”
“That’s fine,” Edward replied. “I’ll just change your training to strength training and build the armor for you. You’ll just be a pilot. Anyway, unless sothing unexpected occurs, that’s the plan for your friend, Rodhey.”
Just a pilot — these words rubbed Tony the wrong way. People might be able to pilot his suit, but he was Iron Man. He can build the suit anyti and anywhere.
He took out his phone to scan the contract before asking Jarvis to review it and summarize it. Everything was normal since the contract was direct, without any flowery words or hidden clauses, except for one thing.
“Why is there no ti limit on this contract duration?”
“We’re living in dire tis, aning we could die at any ti, so I did not feel the need to add a ti limit,” Edward explained casually.
“Nice try,” Tony sneered. This ant that if they survived, he would have to hand over his innovation for the rest of his life. “Add a ti limit. Let’s say, about 20 years.”
“Keep dreaming,” Edward sneered. “With how much I’m investing, don’t think about getting from that contract for at least 50,000 years.”
Tony wanted to yell that he wouldn’t live that long, but then he realized that he was dealing with things on another scale. With this technology, achieving immortality was simple.
“That’s too long,” he still said. “300 years.”
The sneer was even more apparent on Edward’s face. Then, the two argued back and forth before compromising to half the ti. Tony’s heart ached as he signed the contract. For the next 25,000 years, nothing he creates will be his alone.
“Don’t exaggerate things. It’s not like I’m asking you to share the profit from your work, just the data.”
Tony glared at him.
“And, all my investnt will go down the drain if you die. I’m the one taking the risk, yet you’re acting like you’re the one suffering.”
Tony looked in disgust, especially after realizing he had said sothing similar countless tis to companies or people he had previously invested in.
“Alright, now that is done, let’s move on to the next topic,” Edward stated. “It’s about your parents.” He told him what happened.
“Hydra, Bucky,” Tony muttered before saying with gritted teeth. “I’ll kill him.”
“You can’t kill him,” Edward said.
“Because of Steve?” he asked while glaring.
“Yes.”
Edward’s perspective on the movie Civil War is sowhat unique. Back on Primordial Earth, he was on Steve’s side, believing the governnt should have no control over the Avengers. However, he despises Steve's reaction after knowing the truth and going too far to protect Bucky.
However, his current self would totally control the Avengers since, after becoming an Emperor, he is the governnt. He also appreciated Steve’s willingness to go against the world and his comrade for the sake of his forr friend. Edward believes he would do the sa for his family.
“Don’t look like that,” Edward continued. “As a recomndation, I’ll help you revive your parents. Or, you can build a ti machine and take them to the future. Don’t just prevent their deaths, but bring them right before they die to the present ti.
“If you just go back and save them, you’ll ss up the tiline, and you may not succeed as that would only create another tiline where they were saved.”
Tony took a deep breath to calm down. “I understand.”
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