You Still Claim You're Not a Pervert!

Having successfully found Mithril Alloy, Kraft also found substitutes for subsequent metals like Orichalcum and True Silver through repeated experimentation. While these substitutes didn't surpass the originals like Mithril Alloy did, they didn't hinder the use of the items. However, as magical materials began to make up a larger proportion of his work, Kraft's progress in Engineering finally stagnated.

Even so, Kraft was quite satisfied. Engineering was a complete technological system that he rarely dreamed of.

Hmm... it should be considered technology, right...?

"Right, how's the search for Captain America's shield coming along?"

After finishing his research on Engineering, Kraft flipped through the memos on his computer and asked Haro.

"Stalled, stalled," Haro replied, bringing up the relevant information it had gathered online.

Due to America's official propaganda, the information about Captain America was incredibly complex, making it very difficult to extract useful details. Of the densely packed files Haro had collected, over seventy percent were marked as "doubtful."

Kraft spent a considerable amount of time organizing the information, but unfortunately, as Haro reported, the intelligence gathering had hit a dead end.

A mysterious organization had sealed away all the truly valuable intelligence. If it weren't for two other mysterious organizations attacking the first one's database, Haro wouldn't have found even these meager clues.

Kraft knew the identities of one of these three organizations: a group of hackers called the Rising Tide. When Kraft had Haro scan the internet, they had sent Haro an encrypted email, essentially inviting it to join their organization. Kraft had firmly refused.

Besides the recruitment offer, the email extensively detailed their organization's principles, such as breaking official information blockades and revealing the truth to the public – content that made Kraft want to laugh.

The common people of America are suffering, but what does that have to do with me?

Fortunately, thanks to them, Kraft had gathered some useful information: Captain America's shield was made by Tony Stark's father, Howard Stark, using a metal called Vibranium.

Assigning the task of gathering Vibranium as a routine mission to Haro, Kraft began preparing to address another item on his memo.

Give Alice a sturdier body.

When Kraft had first created Alice, he hadn't been confident in his success, so he had used ordinary alloy. Although she had later survived an attack by the Maggia, he had felt that even ordinary alloy was sufficient. At the time, he had also thought that if Alice were accidentally damaged, he could just make a new one, so he hadn't bothered to upgrade her materials.

Now, his feelings towards Alice had completely changed. Coupled with the existence of beings as unscientific and uncontrollable as the Hulk, enhancing Alice's body had naturally become a priority.

"Brother, you called for me?"

Since Kraft had been researching Engineering-related content lately, there had been no shortage of explosions, explosions, and more explosions. Therefore, Alice and her two pets had been moved back home.

Today, after receiving Kraft's call, Alice, along with Quinn and Bear, came over from their home.

"Mm," Kraft beckoned Alice over and pointed to the workbench. "Lie down here."

"W-what's wrong?" Alice asked timidly, glancing at the cold tools on the workbench.

"You saw that green monster on TV earlier. If you ever ran into him, there'd be no doubt you'd be flattened into scrap metal."

Kraft pulled Alice over and had her lie down on the workbench.

"Originally, I thought that even if you were damaged, with the computer backup, I could revive you anytime. But as you mentioned before, you were afraid that the revived you wouldn't be yourself."

Kraft unbuttoned Alice's clothes, skillfully dismantled her body piece by piece, and then hung her head to the side, continuing to explain, "So, I thought I'd replace the materials in your body with a stronger alloy. That way, even if something unexpected happened, you wouldn't be easily damaged."

"So that's what it is. You scared me... I thought Brother didn't want me anymore..."

With only her head suspended in mid-air, Alice looked at Kraft with teary eyes. She had almost fainted from fear, watching herself being taken apart into pieces.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Kraft tapped Alice's remaining head. "You're my sister!"

"Hehehe~" Alice giggled foolishly and tried to raise her hand to touch the back of her head. Her arm, placed on the workbench, swung out and punched Kraft squarely between the legs.

"!!!!"

Kraft collapsed to the ground, clutching his groin, too much pain to even cry out.

"Ahhhhh!!! Brother, I'm so sorry!!!"

Alice flailed her arms in panic, accidentally flinging her right leg off and hitting Quinn in the face.

"RUA!"

"Ahhhhhhh!!! Sorry, Quinn!"

Alice became even more flustered.

"Stop moving, meow!"

Bear, the small black cat, relying on her agility, leaped onto Alice's head and slapped her forehead, finally calming the foolishly cute robot.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Kraft lay on the ground resting for a good while before shakily standing up, leaning on the workbench.

"I'm sorry..." Alice apologized repeatedly, her voice choked with tears.

"Don't you dare move around randomly again!" Kraft glared at the idiot, then rested a bit longer before resuming the process of replacing Alice's body.

The attack on his vital area had, to some extent, affected Kraft's operation. It took him significantly longer than expected to replace all of Alice's body parts with high-grade materials, primarily Moon God Titanium Alloy. Even the outermost layer of synthetic skin was replaced with a material that was stronger, as well as resistant to fire and acid.

After finishing the synthetic skin replacement for Alice, Kraft tossed her clothes over and rubbed his still-aching groin, grimacing. "Hurry up and get dressed and make me some food! I'm starving!"

Alice, naked, sat up on the workbench, nodding repeatedly with an apologetic smile.

"Kraft! I'm here!"

Just then, Fatty Liao burst in, holding his beloved handheld camera.

Since tomorrow was the weekend, Kraft and Fatty Liao had arranged for him to stay over tonight to film new material for the Clever Hands Channel.

Previously, Kraft had calculated that at his speed, he could finish Alice's body replacement before five, then have dinner, so their scheduled time was seven in the evening.

But who could have expected such an accident?

"Kraft! You still claim you're not an LSP!"

Fatty Liao's chubby hand, pointing at Kraft, was trembling.

Kraft: "...Shit!"