Two months passed quickly.
Beep beep.
Beep beep.
The underground garage of the Los Angeles mansion.
Tony was bent over, manually assembling armor components, when the two-meter-tall giant voltage stabilizer on his right suddenly flashed red in alarm.
"Sir, pressure inside the Synthesizer's stabilization device has exceeded the material's load-bearing limit. An explosion is expected in 10, 9, 8..."
JARVIS's gentle voice echoed through the garage.
It warned of an imminent violent explosion.
Tony cursed under his breath, then deftly took out the Space Stone and teleported the armor components on the table away.
Seven seconds later, JARVIS spoke again.
"Congratulations, sir. This time, your Miniature Universe Synthesizer produced an explosion near Orion, three thousand light-years away, with power comparable to a supernova. That is approximately 7% stronger than the last explosion. Tremendous progress."
"Shut up, JARVIS. I'm researching a Miniature Universe Synthesizer, not explosives!" Tony said gloomily, tossing the device onto the table before dropping heavily into his seat.
But JARVIS continued, "Sir, this explosion was fortunate enough to occur in a region without a Stellar System."
"If your teleportation destination had deviated by another three hundred light-years, Orion would have lost one or two stars, and the entire constellation would have been renamed from then on."
"And your name would become immortal in the historical records of astronomy."
"If necessary, I will provide you with precise teleportation coordinates next time."
Tony's brow twitched, and blue veins faintly bulged across his forehead. "Shut up, you artificial idiot!"
"As you wish, sir. But whenever you need me, I will be here." JARVIS's talent for sarcasm had grown by the day.
"Shit! Are you serious? Can you just be quiet?"
Tony covered his forehead with his right hand and slowly wiped down his face.
He had been researching the Miniature Universe