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Cleaning, applying medicine, and bandaging. Throughout the process, Natasha remained silent, her eyes filled with unshed tears that held steadfast, refusing to fall.
Arthur tried to speak several times, but each time he met Black Widow's gaze, which silenced him. For a moment, he felt utterly helpless.
He wanted so much to tell the woman who was carefully tending to his wounds that he had a rapid recovery ability. But looking at Natasha as she meticulously wrapped his injuries, he ultimately kept those words to himself.
In the end, Natasha said nothing more. After bandaging his wound, she put away the medical kit, silently stood up, and walked to her teleportation circle. She unlocked it with her fingerprint, opened the door, and stepped inside.
However, she turned back to look at Arthur and smiled, "See you tomorrow." Arthur instinctively waved his hand, wanting to say something, but found himself unable to utter a word.
He felt that Natasha seemed to feel the same way, having many things to say, but in the end, only managing to say, "See you tomorrow."
"Why do I feel so strange...?" Arthur shook his head, preparing to summon The Eye of Horus, but then thought better of it. "Forget it, let it recover on its own. Hmm, I shouldn't waste this perfect bandaging."
With a flash of light, ten rings appeared in his hand. It seemed that everyone had forgotten about these ten rings.
In fact, it was intentional not to mention them. They all understood how powerful Arthur was.
This time, even someone as formidable as Arthur had been injured. This clearly demonstrated how difficult the opponent was, and the spoils should rightfully belong to Arthur.
After all, even if everyone had come together to stabilize the situation, it would be an exaggeration to describe it as a battle; they had merely come to bully an injured old man. Having done this little bit, how could they still have the face to share the spoils with Arthur?
Sitting in the chair, Arthur quietly observed the ten rings. He continuously tested them with the Disassembler, ultimately confirming that all ten rings were special purple items.
"Special items." Arthur looked at the rings in his hand, his expression revealing contemplation. "So far, the only special item I've encountered is the Wings of the Crow God. I didn't expect that this time, there would be ten at once."
If they were just ordinary purple items, Arthur would have to hesitate about whether to disassemble them. After all, if he could control these ten rings without any obstacles, it would clearly be more advantageous than disassembling them.
Disassembling would inevitably lead to some loss of function. The root cause is that there is more than one item that needs to be disassembled.
If there is only one item, what is obtained after disassembling will not be the most complete version, but it can be supplemented by re-disassembling similar items, and may even surpass it. However, if these items are only one each, then disassembling is not as good as using them directly.
But now the Disassembler told Arthur that these were all special items. Previously, when he disassembled the Wings of the Crow God, it also indicated that it was a special item, and he ultimately gained all the abilities from the Wings of the Crow God.
So, after disassembling these ten rings, would he also be able to obtain those unique, one-of-a-kind abilities? This made Arthur's eyebrows raise slightly, and he selected one ring to throw into the Disassembler.
The familiar sound of gears grinding was a long-lost sound for Arthur. In the past year of calm, he hadn't used the Disassembler for a long time.
Mainly because he didn't care for ordinary firearms, which would waste the Disassembler's experience points. At the same time, he had not anticipated that this period of tranquility would last so long; had he known earlier, he could have filled up the Disassembler's experience points sooner and waited for it to upgrade again.
Now, saying these things was pointless. While waiting for the disassembly process, Arthur casually picked up a book from the table and began to read.
During this time, he had developed a habit of reading. Moreover, the books he read were varied; sometimes he enjoyed novels, and in chaos, he read anything. At other times, he preferred books about computers and financial knowledge.
He felt that he probably wouldn't be a superhero forever. After he eliminated Thanos in the future, he would have a large company to manage.
Although he had gained some knowledge in this area during the important upgrade of the Disassembler, times were changing, and technology was advancing. The old ways might not be applicable now.
Furthermore, the knowledge related to disassembling was outdated and difficult to find. In the end, he simply decided to read for himself, and over the past year, he had gained a lot.
The disassembly time for special items was the longest, and after a full twenty minutes, the disassembly was successful.
''[Disassemble special item successful!]''
''[Light of Flames]''
''[Disassembler experience +50]''
''[Item Disassemble complete. Would you like to extract at once?]''
"Indeed, still no Battle Soul... and this experience value is excessive." Arthur sighed and extracted the so-called Light of Flames.
It was indeed a ball of light, red and round, resembling a tomato, but it was extremely light and slightly transparent, with flames seemingly flickering and burning within.
"This thing... why do I feel an urge to eat it?" Arthur thought for a moment, then casually slapped it, and instantly a red light surged into his body.
There weren't many changes in his body, and the colorless energy didn't increase much, but he gained many new ways to use the colorless energy in his mind.
"It's heat." With a thought, a ball of light appeared in his hand.
The light glowed red, containing intense heat, as if the space around it was being distorted by the burning. With another thought, the light transformed into flames, continuously rising in his hand, changing from red to blue, and finally to white, disappearing without a trace as Arthur clenched his fist.
Feeling the consumption of colorless energy within him, Arthur felt somewhat satisfied. "Not bad, this is much stronger than the flames I created with a finger snap. Can I use this to disguise myself as Iori Yagami or Kyo Kusanagi? Hmm, maybe I should also think of a forbidden technique: Eight-Child or something... but wait, Iori's flames are purple, right? Then let's go with the 108th technique: Orochi Nagi."
After mumbling to himself for a while, Arthur tossed another ring into the Disassembler. Then, he calmly continued reading; he was no longer the inexperienced rookie he once was and was now quite adept at the disassembly process. In fact, the disassembly process was originally something he could just wait for; looking back at his past impatience now made him feel a bit embarrassed.
(End of this chapter)