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Anyway, Tony Stark's anti-Grimm armor, developed to counter Grimm's flames, has already been updated 26 times. Who knows who will gain the upper hand and who will suffer the loss when the fight comes? Anyway, even if I beat that guy up, given his arrogant personality, he might not tell Ghost about such an embarrassing thing. How good is that?

He didn't really want the ghost to get dragged into their childish fight.

Tony Stark looked around and saw Steve moving his block-like arms. The other party said that he had to come anyway, after all, Steve had also participated in how a city was built from scratch.

Although Steve himself knew that during the construction process he did nothing except placing a few blocks according to the drawings given by others.

But this is not important. What is important is that he is now coming here to show his skills, and he will never repeat the same mistakes here.

The doctor also came over to discuss the details of city construction with Tony Stark, such as block division, water supply, sewers, residential areas or other types of buildings.

In addition, he came here to study the red crystal.

When he proposed this idea in the group, the cell people always disagreed. The doctor persuaded them for a long time before they agreed. For this, he also promised a lot of unequal treaties.

It's basically just stuff like "When you're scolded by the king, you should reflect on your mistakes first." There's not a single useful sentence in it.

This is probably also a trust in the doctor.

That sentence translated into plain language means, if I scold you, you are not allowed to get angry,

It sounds like a work done between friends out of spite.

He found this agreement quite interesting. He had clearly accepted himself as a member of the large chat group and everyone else as his friends, but he had to get stuck on some strange points and refused to admit it.

Even someone as arrogant as Tony Stark can sometimes say something sincere and straightforward like "You are just my friends", but this person is different.

There were only three plus four people in the chat group this time. After all, when it comes to infrastructure matters, some of the older people in the group can't help much.

The alchemist over there was watching Steve's performance and was amazed.

Steve took two small cubes in his hand and they became bigger when he dropped them on the ground. He put these two small wooden cubes together and they didn't look particularly strange.

But then he broke the block below it, leaving only a lonely little cube of wood floating there.

Yes, that little cube just defied all rules. There was no force exerted on it, and there was no magical aura on it. It just floated there.

Moreover, the alchemist tried various methods, but there was no way to move the block without destroying it.

"You're saying your entire world is made up of blocks like this." The alchemist touched the smooth block with emotion. "Honestly, it doesn't seem to make any sense at all."

"That's nothing. I have something even more surprising." Steve proudly took out two white wool blankets from his backpack.

When I stacked two wool blankets together, the other one immediately floated up out of thin air and couldn't be put back down.

Steve did the same thing again, leaving a square space in the middle, and then placed the folded wool blankets around it.

He took out another bucket of water and poured it in.

The gaps between the wool blankets were obviously big enough for all the water inside to leak out, but here, not a single drop of water leaked out. The alchemist reached his hand into the water and stirred it twice, but the water was full and did not overflow.

“That’s very interesting.”

The alchemist untied two bottles from his waist and tried to fill them with water. Even if we are not sure how he did it, it would be interesting to study it a little.

He watched with his own eyes as his bottle sank completely, and not a drop of water was retrieved.

"Okay, I knew it wouldn't be that simple. Is it only possible to use buckets to hold objects?"

"No, no, no, special glass bottles will do." Steve pulled a few small, exquisite glass bottles from his pocket, quickly filled them up, and handed them to the other party. "But we don't get thirsty, so usually, we get water to make potions."

"Wait, you mean you can make potions?" The alchemist who was just watching for fun suddenly changed his expression, his interest was greatly aroused.

"Yeah, we'll be brewing potions using the brewing stand."

Steve rummaged through his messy backpack and pulled out a brewing stand and some brewed potions.

"Drinking this potion will make you less afraid of lava."

"This one can turn you invisible."

“This one has night vision.”

He lined up the bottles and jars on the ground, pointing at the bottles and the alchemist.

In the end, they just started chatting happily about alchemy, although most of the time it was the alchemist who did the talking and Steve was talking nonsense.

"I thought Steve was here to help." Tony Stark hovered beside the doctor in surprise.

"He did come to help, because I failed to persuade him, but now it seems like a good thing." The doctor said with some sigh.

Tony Stark turned around in surprise, sighing. "I rarely hear you say that."

"...After all, you don't want all the buildings on this island to be square, do you?"

At this point, Tony Stark and the doctor fell silent. After all, they had known Steve for so long, how could they not know that besides being good at making cube-like houses, he could only make a few holes in the cubes as windows, or install glass or fences on the holes.

"Indeed," he said. "It's really good."

486 Construction of the Island (Part )

The doctor stood on the towering clock tower and looked down.

There was a ruin below. Everywhere you looked, there were dilapidated houses and wandering monsters. This place looked only slightly better than the scene after a natural disaster.

A strange bird in the clouds let out a sharp cry and rushed towards this side, bumping into the clock.

"What are you here to discuss?" The guardian put away his weapon and asked calmly.

When the other party came, they made a lot of noise and showed no mercy. The monsters in the bell tower were easily crushed to death by the other party. The guardian even saw a few embedded in the stairs. The other party climbed all the way from the bottom to the highest point to find him.

When the guardian saw the other party, he was holding a king's badge and an edict in his hand.

Maybe she was an old acquaintance of that guy. After all, she had more or less heard him talk about those people who were able to live well in another world.

So the guardian just glanced at the badge briefly, asked the other party to put away the piece of paper, and took him to the top floor.

"Rebuilding this country, I thought he told you about that." The doctor said jokingly.

The Guardian was silent for a moment, his tone remaining calm. "I did."

Now it was the doctor's turn to be surprised. "Forgot?"

"No." The Guardian said coldly. "I don't believe it."

She paused, her tone calm. "I didn't believe a single word of his nonsense, from beginning to end. But I had no choice, so I nodded. I had no choice but to agree. This island is rotten to the core. Those who deserved to die are all dead, and I'm just lingering on in this hopeless ruin. No matter what happens, it can't be worse than it is now."

The other party was still very indifferent when he said these words, as if he was calmly repeating something that had nothing to do with him. However, the doctor tasted a kind of bitterness from the other party's indifference, as if he was already stuck in a quagmire and was about to sink completely.

If there is no choice, who would be willing to accept such a terrible fact?

The doctor organized his words, but finally found that there was no need. The other party had been through so many years, and had accepted everything he should accept and understood everything he should understand. Perhaps he was even more open-minded than he was.

What's more, he came here to solve this problem. As long as the problem is solved, there is no need to appease him.

"So what do you want this bell tower to look like when it's restored? I've studied the layout of the entire island before, and the bell tower can be built here without any major problems."

"Same as before?"

The Guardian glanced at the clock, then at the other man. "Aside from this clock and the gear mechanism inside, I don't care about anything else."

Here, the Doctor and the Guardian were discussing calmly and had even started drawing the blueprints. Over there, Tony Stark had some minor disagreements with Steve regarding the construction of the Alchemy Workshop.

"Can you please stop thinking about your crappy modern-style house?!" Steve roared at the other person's forehead.

"What do you mean by shabby modern style?" Tony Stark retorted unwillingly. The style of the two people's competition was childish.

"Look at the streamlined design, the sophisticated wiring, and the reasonable location planning. Please, there is no one who doesn't want such a laboratory." Tony Stark waved his hand, and the holographic projection projected the appearance of the laboratory. Looking at the alchemist next to him, he couldn't help nodding.

"Huh?" Steve reached out and tried to stand in front of the holographic projection and flicked his hands twice, trying to dispel it. "What are you doing? Can't you see this place is medieval? Who the hell would build a modern high-tech house in a medieval house?!"

"This doesn't match at all. By then, the architectural style of all places will be unified, and only yours will have its own unique characteristics. Wouldn't it be ugly?!" Steve was heartbroken.

"How could it be ugly? The house I designed is absolutely first-rate and beautiful. Are you looking down on my aesthetic taste?"

When it comes to architectural design, Tony Tucker can't let the other party have the final say.

Given Steve's situation, I'm afraid he will have to build a square house again.

He thought so in his heart, and couldn't help but say it out loud. "Besides, if you don't do it my way, whose way should you do it? Your square house?"

"Who said that?!" Steve jumped up on the spot, his cube-headed face red with anger. He pointed at the ruins and argued. "Let me tell you, I'm not just good at that square house. I also played a big role in the creation of Hell's Transit System."

After he finished speaking, he angrily rolled up his sleeves, which he couldn't do at all, and the two people rushed forward without being able to stop him.

Although, in fact, Tony Stark and the Alchemist did not stop them. Stark was angry and wanted to see what tricks the other party could come up with. As for the Alchemist, he didn't know what the two of them were arguing about, and just watched the show quietly.

At least these two won't be like the Giant and the King Hand, who would beat him up together after arguing. Well, they shouldn't do that, right?

The weak, pitiful and helpless alchemist took two steps back, not wanting to get involved at all costs.

As for purely discussing with the botanists, they are even the most harmonious group on the island.

Maybe it's because one is a plant and the other is an insect? That's strange, because logically, shouldn't this pairing be mutually exclusive?

A beautiful white flower was taken out from the void. As soon as it was taken out, it attracted the botanist's attention. He stretched out his hand to catch the beautiful white flower, but felt that it was a pity for the flower to be broken in such a rough way.

"Why did it break?"

"Here." Chunchun held the flower in her palm and reminded her. "The flower is still alive."

As soon as his hand touched it, he saw the beautiful white flower wither and shatter in an instant.

"Be gentle."

Just a reminder, then took out another one.

This time the botanist moved even more quietly, and he gently picked up the flower with a vine.

“Put it on the soil.”

Chunchun reminded again.

Although he was a little confused, he did it anyway. The moment he put it down, the flower began to take root and grow. Beautiful white flowers grew in his wreath, forming a sharp contrast with the red roses. It was an astonishing beauty.

"It's so beautiful... I suddenly think this botanical garden is not bad. Just kidding, it will have to be repaired eventually."

Looking at this place in pure silence, I suddenly thought of the Queen's Garden. Is the scenery that I have never noticed before equally beautiful?

Construction of 487 Island (Part )

Tony Stark looked at the square house built by Steve, which had two trapezoidal sloping roofs on top. The surrounding areas were just as he expected, with windows and glass panels. Extending from the square grid under the glass panels was a row of flat wooden slats like shelves, which were filled with flower pots of various flowers. He was silent.

The alchemist next to him was already dumbfounded, staring blankly at all this, not knowing what to say.

It took him a long time to react. He fell to his knees with a thud, looking at the strange building that replaced his magnificent laboratory, and let out a painful wail.

"Aa ...

Tony Stark patted his shoulder sympathetically and soothed him. "Don't worry, we'll rebuild it when we're done. I promise to give you a handsome lab back then."

"It's already a ruin." The alchemist was still slumped on the ground. "Why are you still torturing me like this?"

"No, no, no, we are really here to rebuild this island. There is just a slight disagreement on artistic style. It should be artistic style." Tony Stark raised his hand uncertainly, wanting to touch his sexy mustache, but the cold touch of the streamlined body armor he wore was too uncomfortable to hold.

So he put the dark hand back without moving it.

Until he saw Steve walking towards him with a bad look on his face, he couldn't help but smile, with his arms folded, looking like he was watching the fun.

"Yes, your coffin-box aesthetic has finally improved a bit. At least you'll add a lid that's not so coffin-like. But that's all you'll add."

Steve looked a little embarrassed, but he still managed to say something. "Who said I just added a lid?!"

Tony Stark was surprised for a moment, then took another look to make sure nothing was there. "Besides the lid? Did you add anything else? I don't see anything."

"Hmph, your eyesight is bad, isn't it?" Steve quickly walked to his house and pointed at the four sides and the edge of the eaves. "See? It's all oak inside. This is black oak. I changed the color of the edges. It creates a sharp contrast with the inside. Doesn't it look very layered?!"

Tony Stark looked at the other person and saw that he was really serious. The corners of his mouth twitched wildly. He forced himself to suppress his smile and nodded. After all, they were friends, so he had to save some face.

Steve looked at the other man, who was almost about to burst out laughing, and lost his temper. He simply sat down on the ground, waving his hands. After a long while, he stood up. "Forget it, forget it, forget it. I won't get involved. I'll go see if there's anywhere else I can help."

As he spoke, he collected his blocks one by one, and with a sweep of his hands, he covered a large area. Soon, there was only an empty space left.

The alchemist looked at the empty space, coughed a few times, and stood up. He quickly changed his mood, calmly took out his scroll, and asked Tony Stark.

"The fully automated systems you mentioned earlier, the special telescopes, the nanotechnology printers, the sorting machines, and that special storage technology all exist, right?"

"Of course, but I also think you have your merits." Tony Stark shrugged nonchalantly, looking at the other man, but couldn't help but praise him. "To be able to create a device that can grant immortality in such a simple place, regardless of its side effects, is a remarkable achievement."

It is very simple for scientists to interact with each other, as long as the other party can make impressive achievements in his field. So another saying is that noobs are not worthy of entering the scientific circle.