"I found a description matching that employee of yours. Where is she?"
Ancient One's expression was somewhat grave—and seeing that, Harry knew he could squeeze out a few more benefits.
After all, in less than two years, she was supposed to pass on her mantle to Doctor Strange. The emergence of Chaos Magic was clearly beyond her foresight.
That made it even more likely that Harry could learn some magical knowledge now.
"She's in the Synthetics research lab—I was just about to head over."
Harry led Ancient One a few steps, giving her a chance to experience the atmosphere of the Osborn Group.
The employees here came in all shapes and sizes—literally. Advanced cybernetic and gene-editing technology allowed people to define their own bodies to an extraordinary degree.
Poor signal? Want two horns growing out of your head? No problem. There were hundreds of options to choose from. Those horns could enhance signal transmission and reception, detect magnetic field strength, or even boost computational ability. Of course, they could also just be for looks.
Afraid your heart might fail? Want two hearts? No problem. Even if one heart was smashed, your second circulatory system could still keep you alive.
Looking for a little fun and want to turn yourself red? No problem. Even if you wanted to become a rainbow-colored person, no one would stop you.
Think your hands aren't enough and want to grow a few claws from your back? Doctor Otto was doing exactly that.
Appearance did not matter here at all. What mattered was maximizing your potential.
The completely different atmosphere inside Giant Fortress left Ancient One somewhat moved. Seeing this, Harry asked,
"Master, what do you think of this place?"
Ancient One quickly put on her distinctive smile. "Very good."
It truly was very good. It