Going to School Too Eagerly Is a Sign of Mental Problems

After spending two days combing through every database he was capable of infiltrating, Kraft failed to find even the slightest information related to the Magia Gang’s experiments.

The only thing even remotely connected was that intelligence from several official organizations, including the police, mentioned an attack that had taken place on Magia Gang territory seven years ago. However, there was no information whatsoever on who the attackers had been.

After considering it for a long time, Kraft ultimately decided not to have Haro forcibly breach the databases of intelligence organizations like the FBI. Although with Haro’s abilities, even a failed intrusion would leave no trace, apart from those intelligence agencies, Stark and several mysterious forces also possessed network capabilities that made Kraft wary. He wasn’t sure whether they would ambush him from behind while he was hacking in.

So after thinking it over again and again, Kraft gave up on the idea. His skills would continue to improve over time anyway. There was no need to expose himself over such a trivial matter. He had waited seven years already; a little longer would make no difference.

Since gathering intelligence had yielded no results, Kraft turned his attention back to the inventions from his dreams.

Previously, because he had needed to guard against Martin’s so-called business rivals, Kraft had been continually strengthening the workshop’s defenses. Now that he had some free time, he began a test he had long wanted to conduct.

Could anyone else reproduce the unscientific equipment from his dreams?

Because he had needed to keep things secret before, Kraft had never found an opportunity to test it. Now that he had obedient little sister Alice, she naturally became the most suitable candidate.

The best item to test was Professor Agasa’s voice-changing device. It wasn’t very technical, nor was it complicated to operate. Even a silly, adorable Alice could imitate it well enough to make one herself.

The results of the test left Kraft both pleased and worried.

The voice-changing device made entirely by Alice performed more or less as Kraft had expected. It wasn’t as miraculous as the ones made by Professor Agasa or Kraft himself. But as long as Kraft participated in its construction—and to a sufficient degree—the finished product underwent a qualitative leap, transforming from an ordinary scientific creation into some completely unscientific magical tool.

Furthermore, if one of the magical tools made by Kraft was taken apart and then reassembled exactly as before, its magical effects would disappear.

At least this meant Kraft no longer needed to worry about his technology being leaked. On the other hand, his dream of mass-producing these magical tools was now nothing but wishful thinking.

Still, overall, Kraft was fairly satisfied with the results. Technology only had value when monopolized. Besides, it wasn’t as though he completely lacked the ability to mass-produce things. Even without their unscientific effects, many of the tools were excellent products in their own right.

For instance, the solar-powered skateboard Kraft had recently learned from Professor Agasa. Remove its unscientific ability to chase down cars, and its highly efficient use of solar power was still an extremely impressive technology. Its conversion efficiency was at least two or three levels above the solar equipment currently on the market.

As for Da Vinci’s solar-powered flashlight, which also ran on solar energy…

Kraft had no idea how that goofball had managed it, but no matter how he adjusted it, the electricity converted from solar power was only enough to light the flashlight’s bulb—never more, never less. This was probably another unscientific phenomenon of dream technology.

As the Demon Gang members gradually withdrew from Hell’s Kitchen, Kraft no longer had any reason to stay cooped up in the workshop every day. Under Martin Lee’s urging, he reluctantly returned to school.

However, he did not set aside his research because of that. Besides constantly absorbing the newly appearing knowledge from his dreams, Kraft also handed over things like the solar energy conversion technology he had mentioned earlier to Martin Lee for development. This not only secured funding for his research, but also allowed Martin to quickly recover the losses from his earlier attack on the Magia Gang.

"Too bad I still can’t reproduce inventions with special powers."

Kraft glanced at the magic core that had failed once again on the table and sighed helplessly. He hadn’t had many dreams lately, and they had all involved either mystical subjects or heavy industrial products requiring a great deal of manpower and equipment.

Kraft did not want to attract the attention of America’s official agencies just yet, so heavy industry was out of the question. All he could do was keep attempting creations from the mystical side, but unfortunately, every attempt had failed.

The only technology he had managed to grasp recently was mechanical prosthetics. Its technological content was not especially high either; only the neural-link technology at its core was somewhat interesting.

In truth, Kraft was more interested in the technology called alchemy that had been used by that freely moving suit of armor. Unfortunately, the protagonist of that dream had been a young woman installing a prosthetic limb on a little kid. There had been no books related to alchemy in the room at all. Kraft had tried copying the alchemical array drawn by the armored man, but it had produced no reaction whatsoever. Some key techniques probably hadn’t been shown in the dream.

"If only I could dream about that armored man or that little kid… Or dreaming about another unscientific scientist like Professor Agasa would be fine too."

Kraft tidied up his workspace, raked his fingers through his messy hair twice, then swayed his way home.

"I’m back~"

Kraft pushed open the front door and saw Alice sitting on the living room sofa, munching on snacks while laughing uproariously at a soap opera on television.

"Oh, welcome back~"

Alice brushed the snack crumbs from her hands, gave Kraft a goofy smile, then pattered toward the kitchen in quick little steps.

"Dinner’s ready! I’ll bring it out right away!"

"Ugh…"

Kraft pressed a hand to his forehead and sighed. Alice looked so carefree—who could tell she was a robot?

"I’ll have her enroll next semester…"

The thought of himself suffering through school while Alice stayed home comfortably playing all day left Kraft feeling deeply unbalanced. He had originally planned to have Alice start in high school, but now he had decided she would begin eighth grade with him!

It was only a one-year difference anyway. It made no difference.

Yet when Kraft told Alice about the decision, she looked extremely happy.

Kraft: ???

There really was something wrong with this robot! She actually liked going to school!

No matter how astonished Kraft was by Alice’s bizarre hobby, he still had to eat. Although Alice usually looked silly and adorable, she had an unexpectedly excellent talent for cooking. At first, she could only make average meals by following recipes. Now, she had evolved to the point where she could develop dishes on her own, and they tasted no worse than the food made by the chefs at Fatty Liao’s place.

So after all that effort, I just made myself a cooking robot?

After wolfing down the delicious dinner Alice had prepared, Kraft patted his belly in satisfaction.

Well, I guess it’s fine. At least I won’t have to keep urging Martin to find me a mom anymore.

After dinner, the two washed the dishes together, then sat down in front of the television to play games.

America was great in that respect. There was practically no homework.

Although Kraft remembered only attending school in America, his subconscious told him that he had once experienced an education burdened with mountains of homework. It was probably his lost memories acting up. He had encountered similar feelings more than once or twice before, so he paid them no mind.

The two kept playing until the show Alice followed was about to begin. Then Kraft returned to his room, finished his pitifully small amount of homework, washed up, and lay down in bed.

Although the next day was the weekend, Kraft still went to sleep early. Besides research, games, and good food, sleeping was his greatest hobby. After all, dreams had everything, making them far more interesting than those soap operas on television. And because dreams appeared without any pattern, every time he fell asleep carried the anticipation of scratching off a lottery ticket.

As the old saying went: what you constantly thought about would eventually answer you.

Perhaps because Kraft had been talking about her for so long lately, little Doctor Dongyun appeared in his dream once again.

The invention in this dream was even more unscientific than robot Mingnai.

It was a simple red triangular scarf. Doctor Dongyun had made it in only a few hours.

And the scarf’s effect was—making animals talk.

What the hell was this?!

No matter how he looked at it, this scarf was just an ordinary cloth scarf, wasn’t it? There was no chip inside, no magic or immortal arts. What kind of principle could possibly make animals speak just like that, damn it?!

And from what Kraft observed, the scarf did more than merely let animals talk. It also enhanced their intelligence to a certain extent. Or rather, it not only gave animals the ability to speak human language, but also gave them thought patterns close to those of humans.

This was simply far too unscientific!

Although this invention was unscientific in every possible way and seemed to have no practical use for Kraft, the instant he woke from the dream, he jumped out of bed and wanted to go buy a pet from a pet store.

No matter how it worked, whether it was useful or not, Kraft was definitely going to make it!

Because it was just too interesting, wasn’t it?

"Huh? Brother, you’re up really early today."

Alice, who was preparing breakfast, poked her head out from the kitchen upon hearing the commotion and greeted him.

"Is wonton soup okay for breakfast?"

"Anything’s fine, anything’s fine. I’m heading out first!"

Kraft hurriedly put on his shoes and was about to run outside.

"Where are you going, Brother? Isn’t today the weekend?"

Alice looked completely puzzled.

"I’m going to buy a pet. Alice, what kind of animal do you like?"

Since he probably wouldn’t have much time to take care of the pet himself, the task would ultimately fall to Alice. Kraft felt it was better to ask her beforehand. Mingnai, who had the same origin as Alice in his dream, seemed to like cats, but who knew whether changing the place of origin might produce some differences?

"Huh? A pet?"

Alice looked delighted. She lightly touched her lips with a finger and thought for a moment.

"Cats and dogs are both fine. I like anything fluffy, but…"

Alice extended her right hand, revealing the electronic watch hidden on her wrist. Then she tilted her head and reminded Kraft, "At this time, the pet store probably isn’t open yet, right?"

Kraft: …

Thanks to Cousin Who Passed By for the reward.

In the daily life story, Mr. Sakamoto already had human-like intelligence before putting on the scarf. But that setting would be a bit strange in Marvel, so I made a slight adjustment to the scarf’s abilities.

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