Sweet Captive

He reached out and took the prosthetic limb from the box.

He did not know what material this arm was made of; it was remarkably lightweight, and the surface skin even possessed a texture nearly identical to a real human arm.

Of course, more importantly, a pale blue, translucent panel popped up the moment he made contact.

[Sweet Captive]

[Devil May Cry World 1/5]

[Creator: Nicoletta Goldstein]

[Core Component: Prosthetic Mechanical Arm]

[Synthetic Materials: 1 Small Grappling Hook Launcher, 1 Small Hydraulic Actuator, 1 Micro-Healer, 1 Vibrator]

[Item Description: This is a gentle prosthetic hand, alias Kyrie's Happy Hand. It was specially designed and crafted by Nicoletta for the usually careless Nero, possessing flexibility that exceeds a real hand. The material is soft and skin-friendly, and the vibration function soothes pain.]

[Friendly Reminder: Don't get the wrong idea; in reality, this prosthetic hand can actually heal injuries.]

As his gaze swept quickly over the introduction on the panel, Luca's expression turned extremely strange.

"What the hell, 'Sweet Captive'?! What kind of decent person considers this kind of function when building a prosthetic limb??"

"And! Isn't Devil May Cry supposed to be an action game?!"

Having only heard of the Devil May Cry series but never actually played it, Luca clearly could not fathom the thought process of the game's creators.

Considering his current persona as someone whose father had just passed away, Luca suppressed the urge to go on a wild rant, forced himself to remain composed, and expressed his gratitude to Pepper Potts with sincerity.

"Thank you very much. Actually, my help to Mr. Stark was insignificant; I didn't expect him to still remember me."

As he spoke, Luca simply rolled up his sleeve and, in front of everyone, attached the prosthetic limb to the stump of his right arm without hesitation.

Perhaps Tony's AI had scanned his data during their last meeting.

This arm was surprisingly well-fitted to him; if one didn't look closely at the interface, it would be difficult to distinguish it from a normal arm at first glance.

Furthermore, the neural sensor design was perfect.

Luca moved his arm and fingers slightly, feeling almost no lag, and the range of motion was not limited to simple gripping like a standard prosthetic.

Clearly, Tony Stark had truly put some thought into crafting this gift.

However, perhaps considering Luca's status as a young man, the mechanical arm itself was designed to simulate a normal arm in every aspect.

It not only lacked any additional functions, but its maximum output was no different from a regular arm.

Most of the effort had been placed on realism and ease of use.

Of course, for an ordinary person, such a prosthetic was naturally more than enough.

Although Luca estimated he would eventually synthesize it for materials later, at least for now, having this arm would make his daily life much more convenient.

"I've troubled Mr. Stark; I truly don't know how to thank him."

Although he hadn't expected Tony Stark to be so attentive, Luca didn't mind taking advantage of this billionaire at all.

He didn't hesitate to offer a few words of thanks and polite social pleasantries.

Seeing that Luca was satisfied with Tony's gift, Pepper Potts also revealed a look of relief.

Having understood the situation of the young man before her beforehand, she felt that if Tony's gift could temporarily ease the boy's grief over the loss of his relative, then her personal trip here was worth it.

Moreover, seeing the boy in person and finding him so polite and sensible made her appreciate him even more.

"I will convey your thanks to Mr. Stark, but there is no need to take it to heart. That you like this gift is the best news for Tony."

Thinking of Tony, who had seemed inexplicably anxious and immersed himself solely in work ever since the Battle of New York, Pepper sighed silently in her heart.

Setting aside her worries about Tony, Pepper Potts took two business cards from her handbag and handed them to Luca.

"These are my card and Tony's. Tony specifically instructed me that Stark Industries will provide a lifetime warranty for this prosthetic. If it needs repairs or replacement in the future, you can contact me at any time to resolve it."

After a moment's thought, Pepper Potts added softly.

"If you need help in other areas, you can also contact me or Tony directly."

As soon as these words were spoken, they drew another wave of gasps from the people around them.

As for Luca, upon hearing the sincere tone in Pepper Potts' voice, he solemnly accepted the two gold-embossed business cards.

"I didn't expect Tony Stark to go this far after only two meetings."

"It seems that, aside from his speech and personality being somewhat unlikable, Tony Stark is impeccable in other regards."

Recalling the behavior of Tony Stark from the movies, Luca didn't say much else; after expressing his thanks, he tucked the two business cards away.

In truth, whether he used the help or not, the weight of the promise Pepper Potts had made in front of so many people today was significant enough.

With the scale of Stark Industries and the social status of Tony and Pepper, even if he were just using their influence to his advantage, it would be of immense benefit to his future development.

After once again expressing her condolences for the passing of Luca's father, Pepper chose to take her leave, citing other work that required her attention.

Once she left, the guests who had been holding back all followed suit.

Some stepped forward to hand over their business cards, while others simply wanted to say a few words to show their faces.

In short, in an instant, the entire funeral site became empty.

Watching the backs of those departing, Luca shook his head with a mocking smile.

"Relying on the lingering prestige of others is far too superficial; in the end, only one's own strength can bring status."

After seeing everyone off, Luca looked back at the empty briefcase before him.

Whether Tony Stark had done it intentionally or not, it contained more than just simple instruction manuals and maintenance guides; there was also a solitary USB drive placed inside.

A label attached to the USB drive clearly read "Study Materials," indicating that it contained a detailed record of the entire manufacturing process and workflow for this mechanical prosthetic.

"Surely Tony Stark doesn't think I'm capable of understanding, let alone crafting, this kind of black-tech bionic arm on my own?"

Although, Luca had to admit that his new fourteen-year-old brain was indeed sharp.

Coupled with the education and guidance his predecessor's father had provided since childhood, he did possess a certain reserve of knowledge regarding electrical mechanics.

But as of now, he was at best at the level of someone participating in a robotics competition.

Given the complex technology of this mechanical prosthetic, even with the complete set of procedures, it was impossible for him to hand-craft it.

Hmm, the company's R&D department was also essentially in a state of paralysis now that it had lost its leader, Herman.

He reckoned that even if he handed the complete data over to those people in the R&D department, they would still find it difficult to replicate it perfectly.

Just as Luca was pondering these things.

On the other side.

Shamira had encountered a bit of trouble.