From Idler to Tech Tycoon: Earth
Chapter 101: Prometheus Mark 6

Chapter 101: Chapter 101: Prometheus Mark 6

{ A/N: I apologize to all Privileged Readers who read the wrong CH 104-105. I mistakenly uploaded the wrong Chapter. I apologize for the inconvenience. }

Three Days Later – Purnas Mansion, Underground Base

The reactor chamber whispered with motion. Android units glided silently across polished alloy floors. Articulated arms clicked in rhythm as drones zipped through the air, ferrying instruments, cables, and reinforced composites.

Richard stood beside Lina on the lowest tier of the energy sector—four stories below the Earth’s surface. The massive form of the Q-Flux Fusion Reactor dominated the space like a sleeping god. Smooth panels of tungsten-glass shimmered faintly, pulsing in idle cycles. The low hum of restrained power vibrated beneath their boots, as if the air itself was holding its breath.

On a steel table to their side, two scaled-down units rested—each a testament to condensed miracle. One was the size of a gallon jug. The other no bigger than a closed fist, yet shaped with unnerving symmetry.

Lina adjusted her gloves, eyes glowing faint cyan beneath her sterile hood. "Final lattice harmonics calibrated. I’ve reinforced the graphene-sheathed composite on both miniaturized cores. The one in your hand—" she nodded to the smallest model, "—is the lower bound for stable compression. Anything smaller risks quantum instability."

Richard crouched, lifting it between thumb and forefinger. The thing was featherlight. And yet it hummed with heatless inertia, a static pressure that tickled the edges of perception.

"So this would work for... power armor?" he asked, turning it slowly under the lab lights.

"Or a scout-class shuttle. I’ve preloaded its regulation matrix," Lina said. "Once linked, it self-tunes to output demands. But be warned: only I can override the failsafes. Anyone else might overload it—fatally."

She pointed at the base of the main reactor. "Redundant mechanical killswitch installed. In case of systemic failure, or... unintended cascade scenarios."

Richard stood upright, nodding once.

"Is everything set?"

"If you’re ready."

His lips curled into a half-smile. "Light it."

Lina turned to the console. Her fingers danced over the interface.

The ambient lights dimmed. A gentle, harmonic thrum grew deeper, richer—resonating through carbon alloy walls like a great beast waking from slumber.

The heart of the reactor began to glow. Pale white at first, then shifting steadily into azure brilliance. Containment fields locked in with crisp harmonic chimes. Plasma rotated in perfect harmony—no jitter, no turbulence. Pure, stable energy.

Then—

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

✔ Quantum Flux Fusion Generation Reactor: COMPLETE [+1,000,000 SP]✔ Quantum Flux Capacitor Grid: COMPLETE [+500,000 SP]

[Available SP: 6,349,210]

The numbers ticked up in his vision. Richard blinked once. Then again.

"...Back in the black, I’ve gained 1,500,000 SP. Add that to my daily SP gain. " he murmured.

Lina tilted her head. "You’re smiling."

"I just leveled up our entire civilization," he said dryly.

"You’ve also increased your passive SP gain," she noted. "Phoenix AI and Vector Core’s residual traces are now returning double. You’re generating 20,000 SP per day, minimum as per your SP calculation formulas input."

He leaned against the railing with a satisfied exhale. "Not bad. Considering it’s all just... ghost code."

"Bull ZS-1 production hasn’t even started," she said, voice calm. "Once it does—add another order of magnitude."

"Solid-state battery licensing alone will ripple through the energy sector," he muttered. "We could buy out governments."

Lina narrowed her eyes slightly. "Do you intend to do so?."

He gave her a glance, faint amusement in his gaze. "No. Not yet."

She nodded once. "Releasing another highly advanced technology, could disrupt the entire economy."

"Oh, yeah. One perfect leap—" he snapped his fingers, "—and it all burns. Economies collapse. Nations panic. The Deep State would send everyone from lobbyists to orbital drones. We’d be labeled as a threat to global equilibrium."

He stared at the reactor core.

"But after ZS-1 hits market... after people get used to miracles... then we seed the next disruption. Normalize the impossible."

Another blink.

[SYSTEM COMMENTARY]

[Look at you. Cautious. Calculating. Almost like you grew up.][Still... 6 million SP and not a single stat upgraded.][Adorable.]

Richard sighed through a smirk.

"You done heckling me?"

[SYSTEM:]

[Winging it’s more fun than planning, admit it.]

He walked away from the railing, chuckling. "Hey! I also have a plan you know."

Lina raised an eyebrow. "You do that rarely sometimes."

"What?"

Richard shrugged. "I admit, planning always delay what could be an opportunity. You rack your brains, but eventually not everything goes according to your plans. It’s always better to just do it. Just do it."

A pause.

"We’ve crossed the threshold now, Lina," he said, quieter.

She nodded. "Yes, sir. And there’s no going back."

He glanced at the core. Not just a machine. Not just a miracle.

It was the first crack in the old world.

And behind it, something new was clawing its way through.

"Anyway, let’s just leave it at that," Richard muttered, brushing off the last system prompt with a smirk.

He reached over and plucked the small, palm-sized reactor from its cradle. It buzzed softly against his fingers—silent but potent, like a heartbeat waiting to be amplified.

He walked across the chamber toward the far side of the bay, where the Prometheus Mark 6 power armor waited in dormant glory. It loomed like a war-god at rest—deep blue alloy panels accented with sleek cyan trims and hardened black underlayers. Twin curved horns crowned its head, subtle but unmistakable. A silent beast.

Laid out nearby on the workbench were prototype weapons—sleek, menacing frames built by Lina, waiting for their upgraded capacitors and battery cores. The rails and cavities still exposed, like blades unfinished.

Richard stopped before the armor. The chestplate bore a diamond-shaped energy inlet socket, recessed but unmistakably reactor-sized.

He tilted the reactor in his hand.

"Think it’ll fit?" he asked.

Lina, observing from the console behind, replied without looking up. "I designed it to self-calibrate within a tolerance range of plus-minus 0.05 centimeters. It’ll fit."

"Fair enough."

He brought the mini-core closer—and the moment it entered proximity, magnetic vectors activated. The reactor yanked itself from his grip, clicked into the slot with a satisfying snap-hiss, and locked into place. A hum spread through the armor.

Circuit lines flared to life across the suit—sharp blue lines threading through limbs and core like a reborn nervous system. The chestplate pulsed once. Then slowly, the armor opened—chest and leg plating unfolding like a blooming steel flower, revealing a smooth, padded exo-interior shaped perfectly to his dimensions.

Richard’s eyes widened with boyish excitement. "You beautiful bastard."

He stepped forward and into the suit.

The frame responded instantly—locking into place, enclosing around him in fluid precision. Panels folded, joints sealed. A faint pressurization sound echoed inside the helmet as the visor descended with a soft click.

Blue light glowed through the eye slits. Circuit veins across the armor pulsed gently—alive.

Then a male voice, calm and assertive, echoed inside his helmet.

{ Welcome, Sir. }{ You may assign me a name. }

Richard grinned. "Let’s go with David. I’d call you Jarvis, but I’m pretty sure Stan Lee’s ghost would sue me."

A beat passed. Then:

{ Name registered: DAVID. Online. Initializing Systems Overview. }

Richard exhaled, fingers flexing inside the gauntlets. "All right, David. Let’s hear it."

{ Yes, Sir. Prometheus Mark 6 Operational. System Overview as follows: }

– Left Arm: Retractable ballistic warhead array. 20-count micro-guided HEAT missiles. Range: 400m. Targeting lock enabled.– Right Arm: Compact railgun system. Tungsten penetrator slugs. Fire rate: 1.5 RPS. Velocity: Mach 8.– Palms: Dual plasma projection systems. Adjustable output.– Auxiliary Weapon: Telescopic stealth vibro-blade. Diamond-edged. Adaptive frequency. Close combat optimized.– Flight System: Dual-core propulsion. Vector-thrust capable via spinal, hip, and foot-mounted jets. Integrated gravitic dampeners for maneuver and fuel efficiency.– Defense Systems: Composite armor with triple-layer kinetic dampening mesh. Tolerant up to Mach 6 explosive impact. Armor-piercing mitigation: moderate. Dodge advised.– HUD Systems: Visor interface includes: biometric feedback, vitality scans, strength indexing, adaptive combat overlays. Passive environmental scanners—thermal, energy, motion, and spectral.– Combat Intelligence: Predictive Analysis Mode enabled. Preemptive threat modeling active. Movement-tracking synchronized with reflex assist. Latency: zero.– Power Regulation: Q-Flux Micro Reactor stabilized. Output regulated. Estimated continuous operation: 14 months under combat conditions.

Richard let out a stunned breath. "You’ve... built me a damn Gundam."

{ Incorrect. This unit is smaller and does not require anime logic to operate. }

Laughter burst from his helmet.

Behind the console, Lina raised an eyebrow. "Having fun in there?"

"You built every man’s dream, Lina," Richard replied, voice muffled slightly through the suit’s speakers. "A fully weaponized dream."

{ Sir, weapons remain locked. Permission to engage test sequence? }

"Later," Richard said. "We do a walk test first."

{ Understood. Initiating motor and stability calibration. Stand by. }

The armor’s leg servos hummed. Richard took a step. Smooth, weightless—like he wasn’t wearing anything at all. The stabilizers compensated without resistance.

Then a second step.

Richard strode across the weapons chamber, the Prometheus Mark 6 syncing seamlessly with his every motion. The armor felt more like a second skin than a suit—fluid, intuitive, perfectly balanced.

He rolled his shoulder, took a step, then broke into a jog—light on his feet despite the reinforced alloy shell.

"Hahahaha! Jack would die from envy," he laughed, his voice echoing through the chamber. "He might just cry if he saw me in this."

{ Locomotion Calibration Complete. All subsystems functioning within optimal parameters. }

Lina’s voice came through the external speaker, calm and composed.

"Sir," she said from the side console, "I’ve prepared the fire testing range. Initial diagnostics suggest all integrated systems are combat-ready."

As she spoke, the far wall of the chamber trembled softly. A section of reinforced plating receded with a hiss. Weapon racks along the wall split apart smoothly, revealing a long, tunnel-like range lined with scorched plating and fragmented target dummies.

"Fire range is now open," Lina added. "You may begin live testing at your discretion."

Richard stepped to the threshold, his grin widening. "Let’s see what you’ve got, David."

He raised his left arm. The HUD flickered with targeting data—boxes snapping around the distant silhouette of a dummy. The missile system beneath the gauntlet activated with a soft clunk. A thumb-sized warhead ejected from the slot, locking into a ready position beneath his arm.

He blinked. "That’s it? That’s the whole thing?"

{ Appearances may be deceiving, Sir. }

Richard snorted and fired.

The micro-warhead streaked downrange and struck the target squarely.

The explosion was instantaneous—a sharp, focused detonation that lit the chamber with a thunderclap. The target disintegrated into vapor and dust, the shockwave rippling through the metal floor. Smoke drifted lazily from the impact zone.

"...Okay," Richard muttered, blinking against the HUD flare. "Appearances are indeed decieving. Small but terrible."

Lina stepped forward, producing a thick armor plate from the rack. She locked it into place behind the next target with practiced efficiency.

"With your permission, Sir," she said, "I would like to initiate a live test of the armor-piercing capacity."

Richard gave a nod. "By all means."

Target acquired. Second warhead loaded. He fired.

This time the explosion didn’t scatter. Instead, the shaped charge compressed forward—a tight, lance-like burst. The test plate buckled inward. A clean hole remained in the armor, and the target dummy behind it lay shredded.

"That punched through like a fucking armour-piercing fin-stabilized discarding sabot round." Richard said, impressed. "All right, now let’s see the railgun. I’m dying to test this bad boy again."

He switched modes with a wrist command. The right arm emitted a brief electromagnetic pulse, followed by a rising whine. A section under the forearm slid open, revealing the compact railgun assembly.

The target was replaced with a meter-thick slab of hardened alloy.

{ Target acquired. Magnetic stabilizers compensating. Fire when ready. }

Richard squeezed.

The railgun fired with a loud, concussive CRACK. The recoil jostled him slightly despite the armor’s stabilizers. The tungsten slug carved through the metal block like it was cheese. A smoking, molten-edged tunnel remained in its wake.

"Holy—" Richard laughed. "I felt that one."

He jumped in place, energy crackling beneath his feet, childlike excitement bubbling out. "This is ridiculous!"

The HUD shifted again. A soft vibration at his forearm as the next system engaged.

The stealth blade emerged—sliding magnetically from the underside of his wrist, locking against the armored glove. A thin, gleaming saber. Vibrating slightly. Edged with a flicker of blue energy.

He slashed the air with a few sweeping arcs. It moved like air—deadly, precise, unforgiving.

He tried a few more movements. Not exactly martial art—more streetfighter than swordsman. But the armor adapted, smoothing out his clumsier motions.

"I look like a bad kung fu extra," he muttered.

Lina’s voice came gently from behind him. "You carry yourself well enough, Sir. Though I would advise a formal combat program if you intend to use that weapon in close quarters."

He chuckled. "Fair."

Then paused as she approached, now holding an AR-15 rifle with a practiced grip. She was calm, precise. Not just standing—moving with silent confidence. Her form was fluid, professional.

He blinked. "Did you just clear that weapon like you were born with it?"

"I compiled over 12,000 hours of tactical simulations," Lina said evenly. "Physical reflex optimization was a priority in constructing this vessel."

She raised the rifle.

"Sir, with your consent, I will now test the defensive integrity of the Prometheus Mark 6."

Richard planted his feet and crossed his arms. "Fire away."

A burst rang out.

The bullets struck center mass. But rather than penetrate, they flattened instantly—crumpling like foil against the reactive plating. A faint shimmer of kinetic dispersion danced across his chest.

He looked down, whistling. "Didn’t even feel that."

"The armor’s energy-absorbing matrix performed well within expected limits," Lina said, lowering the rifle. "You remain unharmed."

"Yeah, I noticed."

He stepped back to the edge of the range.

"All right, David. Flight systems. Let’s go."

{ Initiating hover calibration. Thrusters online. Stabilizers active. }

Jets ignited across his back and hips with a rising whirrrr. Richard lifted slowly off the ground—legs wobbling slightly. He spun halfway and nearly overcompensated, but the armor self-corrected instantly.

"Whoa—whoa! Easy!"

{ Compensating for user’s erratic balance. Stabilization engaged. }

He hovered five feet above the floor, arms slightly outstretched. The HUD adjusted dynamically, wind vectors mapped across his vision, thruster output ratios shifting in real-time.

Lina watched calmly from below, hands clasped behind her back.

"You are adapting quickly, Sir," she said with gentle pride.

Richard grinned down at her. "Feels like I’m cheating."

He hovered there a moment longer, breath steady, eyes scanning the glowing range before him.