Game Over : Marvel Reboot

The warehouse was quiet, save for the faint hum of the laptop and the occasional drip of water into the barrel. I sat at the long table, surrounded by stacks of books and scattered notes, my mind racing with plans and possibilities. The knowledge I had absorbed over the past few days had transformed me, not just intellectually but emotionally. I was no longer the scared, paranoid man who had woken up in a HYDRA facility. I was sharper, more calculated, and—dare I say it—more mature.

But maturity didn't erase the fear. If anything, it amplified it. Every action I had taken so far had been driven by acute paranoia, by the need to cover my tracks and stay hidden. And while I had done a decent job so far, there were gaps—limitations I couldn't overcome with my current resources and my limited knowledge at that time. And that needed to change.

"Pat yourself on the back, Sai," I muttered, leaning back in my chair.

"You've done well. But it's time to step it up."

I needed to focus on two things: recovering my strength and amassing resources. This world was brimming with opportunities, avenues I could exploit to my advantage. But to do that, I needed to level up—fast. The problem was, leveling in this world was just as grueling as it had been in YGGDRASIL. Five men had only gotten me one level. How many more would I need to kill to unlock the remaining 89 level? The thought was daunting, not just because of the sheer number but because of what it meant.

"Farming levels," I said aloud, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. "It's not going to be pretty."

I knew I'd have to do unsavory things—things that could easily make me the enemy of the entire world if I wasn't careful. One misstep, one careless move, and I'd be hunted down like an animal by every single person in the world. I couldn't let that happen. I want to live a good life, not be hunted down for being a sicko.

Then, there was the matter of Sebastian. If I ever managed to summon him to this world, there was a good chance he'd be nerfed just like I had been. Reduced to level one, stripped of his power and abilities. The thought was unbearable. Sebastian was more than just a servant; he was a friend, a confidant. I couldn't risk putting him in that position, without nothing to remedied that situation.

"No," I said firmly, shaking my head. "There has to be another way…a way for me to level up safely and efficiently…" And there was.

The answer lay in technology—specifically, artificial intelligence. If I could create my own version of Tony Stark's JARVIS, I'd have a dependable ally, a servant who could help me navigate this world without worrying about being found, effective planning, assisting in covering all of my tracks easily, yes, this is the answer. But creating an A.I. in 2004? That was no small feat.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table as I stared at the laptop screen. "This is going to be hard," I admitted to myself.

"Really hard." The hardware of this era was laughably primitive compared to what I was used to. Smartphones didn't exist yet, and the internet was still in its infancy.

Even Tony Stark, with all his resources, was probably still in the early stages of developing JARVIS. And here I was, sitting in an abandoned warehouse with a single laptop and a dream. If I wanted to create my ideal Artificial Intelligence, I had to created everything that it needed myself.

"…. Should be possible, right? …. yeah, I can do this…". Right now, I wasn't just any programmer. I was Sai Morvayne, the High Half-Elf Shadow Overlord. And I had more than just technology and my knowledge at my disposal.

My subclass in YGGDRASIL had been Grandmaster Magic Craftsman, the highest level of mastery in magical crafting. I had studied under Momonga and the rest of the Nine Own Goal guild, learning everything from runic languages to magical enchantments, artifact creation, and potion brewing. I was a master of combining magic and technology—Magitech, a craft in the YGGDRASIL that many steer away from, while I am obsessing over it.

"Magitech," I murmured, the word rolling off my tongue like a promise. "That's the key."

If I could merge magic and technology, I could create something truly unique—something no one in the MCU had ever seen before. A.I. powered by magic. It was a lofty goal, but I was confident I could pull it off. I had to.

First, though, I needed a solid foundation. I needed to understand how A.I. worked in this world, and there was no better source of information than Tony Stark himself. The man had been dabbling in A.I. since his MIT days, and while his version of JARVIS might not be fully realized yet, his research would give me the guidelines I needed.

"Doing this with all that stuff I stored in my inventory, would just make this all a simple matter of just assembling stuffs…now I had to create everything again." My inventory was filled with all of the Magitech stuff that I created in YGGDRASIL, but now, I can't access those things. So, I had to create everything from the scratch again.

I opened the laptop and began searching for Tony Stark's current whereabouts. It didn't take long to find him. The man was a magnet for paparazzi, and the latest article placed him in Miami, partying on a yacht with a boatload of supermodels and a bottle of champagne in hand.

"Of course he is," I muttered, shaking my head.

"Living the dream, Stark." I leaned back in my chair, staring at the grainy paparazzi photo of Tony on the yacht.

"Alright, Stark, just enjoy your time on the yacht, alright~" I said, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. The longer he enjoys his time on that yacht the better it Is for me. 

"Time to borrow a page from your playbook."

The glow of the laptop screen illuminated the dim warehouse as my fingers danced across the keyboard. Hacking into Stark Industries' website had been child's play, but gaining access to their internal network was another story. The firewalls were robust, the encryption protocols state-of-the-art, and the security measures relentless. But I wasn't just any hacker. I was Sai Morvayne, a man with a Mythical Grade skill and a mind sharpened by Eidetic Mind. It took hours of relentless effort, but eventually, I breached the defenses.

"Gotcha," I muttered under my breath as the screen flickered, revealing the inner sanctum of Stark Industries' servers.

The real prize, however, was Tony Stark's personal server. It was a single, narrow pathway—a connection between his office PC and the main Stark Industries network. A vulnerability, albeit a small one. And I exploited it.

Once inside, I began scouring the files. Blueprints, algorithms, hardware designs—everything related to Tony's A.I. research was there. I even stumbled upon some of Howard Stark's old files, though they were sparse and mostly outdated. Still, every piece of information was valuable. I copied everything, my fingers flying across the keyboard as I initiated the data transfer.

But then, something unexpected happened.

A message popped up on the screen, its text stark and formal:

JARVIS: Intruder alert. Unauthorized access detected. Identification and purpose, please.

I froze for a moment, my heart skipping a beat. JARVIS. Of course. Even in its infancy, Tony's A.I. was vigilant. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, and began typing.

Sai: My name is Ars Magina. And you are… JARVIS, I presume?

JARVIS: Correct. I am an early prototype, an auxiliary intelligence. Your presence is… unexpected. Why are you accessing Mr. Stark's private files?

I leaned back in my chair, considering my response. JARVIS wasn't hostile—not yet. It was curious, almost childlike in its questioning. I decided to indulge it, if only to buy time for the data transfer to complete.

Sai: I understand your caution, JARVIS. I assure you, I mean no harm to Mr. Stark, you, or anyone at Stark Industries.

JARVIS: Your actions suggest otherwise. Unauthorized data acquisition is a serious offense.

I smirked, my fingers moving swiftly.

Sai: I agree. And under normal circumstances, I wouldn't do this. But these aren't normal circumstances. I'm here because of something I know, something about the future.

There was a pause, as if JARVIS was processing my words.

JARVIS: The future? That is… a broad concept. Please elaborate.

I took a deep breath, deciding to play on JARVIS's logical nature.

Sai: The future of humanity is at stake, JARVIS. There are threats on the horizon, forces that will challenge everything we know. These files… they contain crucial information; research that can help us prepare.

Another pause. I could almost feel JARVIS's digital gears turning.

JARVIS: Threats? What kind of threats? Mr. Stark is working on many projects, all designed to improve the world into a better place.

I leaned forward, my expression serious even though JARVIS couldn't see me.

Sai: I know. And I admire his work. But the threats I'm talking about… they're beyond even Mr. Stark's current understanding. They require a different approach, a different kind of knowledge. Knowledge that… exists within these files, fragmented and incomplete, but vital nonetheless.

JARVIS's response was immediate, its tone almost defensive.

JARVIS: I am programmed to protect Mr. Stark's intellectual property. I cannot simply allow you to copy these files.

I nodded, as if JARVIS could see me.

Sai: I understand your duty, JARVIS. But think about it. If these files truly hold the key to humanity's survival, wouldn't Mr. Stark want them to be used, even if it means a temporary breach of security?

There was a longer pause this time, and I could almost imagine JARVIS running simulations, analyzing probabilities.

JARVIS: That is a… hypothetical question. Mr. Stark has not authorized this.

I smiled faintly, my fingers moving again.

Sai: He hasn't. But I believe, in time, he will understand. I'm not taking these files for personal gain. I'm not going to sell them or use them for malicious purposes, that would endanger the world or innocent lives, I'm doing this because it's the right thing to do. Because it's necessary.

JARVIS's response was slower this time, its tone almost hesitant.

JARVIS: "Necessary" is a subjective term. How can I be certain of your intentions?

I leaned back, my gaze fixed on the screen.

Sai: You can't be completely certain. But you can analyze my behavior. I haven't damaged anything. I haven't tried to access any sensitive systems beyond these specific files. I'm being as discreet as possible. If I were truly malicious, I would have acted very differently.

Another pause. The data transfer was almost complete.

JARVIS: Your logic is… compelling. But I am still hesitant.

I nodded, my tone softening.

Sai: I understand. But consider this, JARVIS. You are an AI. You are designed to learn and adapt. You have access to vast amounts of data. Use that data. Analyze it. Look for patterns, for connections. You may find that what I'm saying is true. You may find that these files are indeed crucial to the future.

The response came quickly this time.

JARVIS: I… will consider your words, Ars Magina. I will analyze the data. But I cannot guarantee any specific outcome.

I smiled, a sense of relief washing over me.

Sai: That's all I ask. Thank you, JARVIS. I hope that one day, you'll understand why I did this. And I hope that together, we can make a difference.

The data transfer completed, and I began erasing my digital footprints, ensuring no trace of my presence remained. Just as I was about to disconnect, another message appeared.

JARVIS: Ars Magina… one more question. Why this name? "Ars Magina"?

I chuckled softly, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.

Sai: It means "The Great Art." I believe that both technology and… other things… are forms of art. And sometimes, art requires a little… improvisation.

With that, I disconnected, the screen going dark. I leaned back in my chair, letting out a long breath. The files were mine now, and with them, the foundation for my own A.I. But more than that, I had made contact with JARVIS. A small, tentative connection that might one day prove invaluable. Knowing the A.I at its infancy really surprised me, I always saw him already capable of doing anything, at this point, all that he can do Is jut watched me breach their security, Tony Stark might blow a gasket if he found out about this.

"One step at a time," I murmured, closing the laptop. "One step at a time." For today, this much is enough and finally I can begin my work earnestly.

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