My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 353: Building Up

He walked toward the far end of the deck, where he had set aside space for the Alpha Particle Canon copycat.

He needed this weapon to be powerful, precise, and adaptable.

Taking a deep breath, he reached out and touched the deck, sizing up where the cannon would go.

His version would be much smaller, of course, but he planned to make up for the size with rarer, more powerful materials.

Besides, the Alpha Particle Cannon was more like a prototype, and its large size was due to many limitations.

It was like the first computers—massive and bulky.

Over time, technology had improved, and just like how computers shrank to fit inside a watch, Asher planned to make his version smaller and more efficient.

(Brat, do you even have the design for that weapon?)

"No, but I have a good memory. I will just draw it point by point, and I can make adjustments as we go."

He grabbed a sheet of paper and began sketching quickly, his hand moving fluidly across the surface. Each line, each curve was drawn based on his own analysis and interpretation of the Alpha Particle Cannon.

As he worked, his mind processed the details, adjusting the design in real-time as he saw fit.

(Brat, you're not a truth seeker. You can't just draw up technology and invent things just because you saw it or have a general grasp of it.)

He understood what Pantheon meant. The blueprint was there, but it was more like a rough drawing—there were still many missing components.

It was even harder than building the engine, because with the engine, he could simply build upon a working design of the old one.

This time, he was starting from scratch, relying more on his knowledge and creativity to fill in the gaps.

'It would be much easier if I have someone who knows more about this human technology stuff'

He looked at the incomplete design again, wishing for more expertise to guide him through the complexities.

Then it hit him.

'That tool'

He checked his storage space and pulled out a futuristic sunglass. He almost forgot about it, having been so accustomed to thinking like a mage.

The lenses flickered to life as they synced with his neural interface, displaying a translucent window.

<Spark Interface.>

<Welcome back, Mr. Asher. How can I help you today>

"Analyze this blueprint for me and tell me what you think about it."

<Affirmative>

<Opening Camera App>

<Taking Snapshot of the Blueprint>

<Scanning>

<Analyzing<

<Can you provide more information about it to narrow down my data search?>

"Yes, it's a type of technology called the Alpha Particle Cannon, invented a few years back. Check if you have any information on it."

<Searching Alpha Particle Cannon>

<Negative. Can't access the internet.>

<Negative. Can't access main server>

<Reverting to Local Assist Mode>

The lack of capability was to be expected.

He sighed, but he wasn't discouraged. Fortunately, Spark was still trained on many data sets, making it functional.

When it was over, he saw a set of data flashing on his eyes.

Spark, the artificial intelligence, had detected several flaws in the design.

As the system highlighted the issues, he began adjusting the blueprint accordingly.

To make things easier, it even created a 3D model of the weapon, allowing him to move and edit it with hand gestures.

'This thing is more useful than I thought,' Asher murmured, impressed by how intuitive and efficient it was.

Especially the 3D model, which added even more versatility. With the ability to rotate, zoom in, and manipulate the design in real-time, Asher could test different configurations and visualize the parts fitting together.

It was like having a digital workshop at his fingertips.

The two began cycling through ideas, working together to improve the design.

While Spark's creativity was limited, its strength lay in logic that was grounded on reality.

Asher made adjustments, explaining the workings of the dragon core and the way its energy flowed. Spark listened carefully, processing the information he provided.

Because it ran on local data, it couldn't access external sources for deeper knowledge.

Asher had to manually feed it specific information, breaking down the complex details and applying logic first.

Each time he shared a new piece of information, Spark analyzed it, offering suggestions based on its calculations.

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"Done," Asher muttered to himself, staring at the final adjustments. He could hardly believe it was complete.

He glanced at the 3D model, then asked Spark again, "What's the chance of this actually working?"

<72%. The design is sound, but the performance will depend on the materials and energy input. Based on your specifications, it has a high probability of success.>

Asher leaned back, considering the percentage.

72% was good enough, especially when factoring in his own lack of mechanical engineering knowledge and the fact that Spark was working with only the information he provided.

"Not bad," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "I guess we'll find out soon enough."

He began creating the molds for each individual part, carefully shaping and refining every piece.

With Spark's assistance, the process became much easier. It provided real-time measurements and displayed alignment guides, ensuring that everything fit perfectly.

Next came the assembly phase, and once again, Spark proved to be the perfect assistant.

Piece by piece, the weapon came together.

Once the final part clicked into place, he stepped back and took a deep breath, looking at the completed weapon.

And just like that, the Alpha Particle Cannon was done.

"Looks like we did it," Asher said, a mix of relief and pride in his voice.

<Yes, Mr. Asher. Do you still want further assistance?>

"Yes, Spark," Asher replied, still focused on the weapon. "Let's run a few tests on the energy output and stability before we move forward. I want to make sure everything is functioning properly."

"But let's check the engine first," Asher muttered, blinking himself into the engine room.

He quickly ran through some last-minute details with Spark, reviewing every component and system. As expected, there was a lot of room for improvement.

Spark analyzed the data and immediately began suggesting optimizations.

The engine's power output could be increased, and the energy flow could be streamlined to avoid inefficiencies.

'This thing is really making my life so much easier,'

'But I have to be careful, because it could make me dumber in the long run.'

Though it was a tool meant to assist, relying too much on it would be bad.

Over-reliance on tools could dull his instincts, and intelligence.

"Alright, time to give it a test drive," Asher muttered to himself.

He moved to the deck, where a tall platform, half his size; stood, embedded with glowing crystals.

Asher stepped up to it, placing his hand on the crystals.

His energy flowed into the gel that was connected, sending pulses of power to the engine room.

As he felt the energy reach the bare minimum required to operate, he focused, activating the ship.

The ship vibrated. Slowly, it began to rise, lifting off the ground and into the sky.

But he did not go straight to space, as unlike his planet, the demon world has no space.

He knew this because he had tried it already and there was a barrier blocking it.

Or it would be more correct to say that the demon world was like a snow globe trap and isolated.

So, he decided to head straight to one of the gates leading back to his planet.

His Void Slasher moved fast and straight, generating no sound at all, because of how aerodynamically it was designed.

When he reached the giant whirlpool of water, he saw a lot of ships there.

It was the demon army that he had instructed to guard this portal to make sure that no demon could go to the human world without valid reasons.

They tried to stop the Void Slasher, but when they saw his face, they all gave way.

SWOOOSH!

His airship dove down and found himself on the other side, the now frozen wasteland.

It was really not a good sight, but he no longer cared about the humans and just headed to space.

There he kept on flying in a more open area before stopping.

'This is far enough. I can test my new weapon here without worrying about damage.'

It was really his greatest concern, especially because he wanted to push the APC to its very limit.

Closing his eyes, he started feeding the crystal more energy. It glowed, and depending on how intense it was, he could gauge how much power the gel was storing

'This could take a bit of time,' he added, after remembering how much effort he had put into the gel when he was trying to kill that titan.

Minutes passed and he was drained, so he started meditating again for the next cycle.

Step by step, the gel began to fill up, until it could no longer absorb his energy.

'This should be enough power to try that move,'