In Marvel With Unique Skill Great Sage (MCU)

Standing to the side, fire extinguisher in hand, Lemu was fully prepared to douse Stark if he burst into flames.

Stark, suited up in test modules, turned serious as he issued commands.

"Jarvis, start at 1% thrust."

"Countdown—3… 2… 1… Ignite!"

The last time Stark had tested solo, he started at 10% thrust and wound up crashing into a wall.

Lemu had to drag him out of the rubble.

And yes, that video was safely stored in Lemu's wrist device.

Blackmail material?

Absolutely.

Lemu's wrist device, by the way, wasn't your typical gadget.

He'd designed it himself—3D projections, touchscreen interfaces, and more features than your average smartphone.

Because seriously—what kind of armored suit engineer still used fruit-branded phones?

Back to the test—

Engines roared to life.

White-hot plasma flames burst from Stark's hands and feet, lifting him a few feet off the ground.

He hovered—shakily—for about ten seconds before cutting power.

So far?

No explosions.

"Next—3% thrust.

"3… 2… 1… Ignite!"

This time?

More power.

Stark shot upward but lost control, doing a full spin before managing to stabilize.

Unfortunately…

His foot thrusters skimmed over the luxury cars, leaving behind two perfect arcs of scorch marks.

The sound of burning paint filled the room.

Stark's voice echoed mid-flight—a mix of delight and dread.

"Ha… ha… ha-ha-ha… ha…"

Lemu shuddered.

"What was that laugh?

"Seriously. Creepy."

After several loops, Stark finally landed, clearly buzzing from the adrenaline.

But before he could gloat—

Lemu pounced, ripping off the modules.

"My turn!"

He'd been waiting forever for this.

Watching Stark fly had made his fingers itch.

A slime's dream was to soar through the sky, after all!

But Stark?

"Oh, sure. Go ahead."

He stepped back, then paused.

"Just one problem—it won't fit."

Lemu froze mid-unfastening.

"…What?"

Stark gestured to the modules.

"They're built for my size.

"The gloves and boots are basically custom-fit.

"You?

"You'd need a kid's size."

Lemu's expression died.

The modules hung half-removed, and his excitement deflated like a balloon.

Sure, as a slime, he could technically reshape himself.

But stretching out his arms and legs just to fit the suit?

Nope.

Not happening.

With a heavy sigh, Lemu abandoned the modules, mumbling:

"Forget it.

"Let's move on to the next test."

Stark grinned, patting Lemu on the back.

"Don't worry.

"Your Ghost I will have its turn.

"But first—

"Let's make sure I don't explode."

….

With final tests complete, the Mark II and Ghost I were ready for real flight.

Lemu stood beside Stark, a rare glint of excitement in his usually calm demeanor.

"Jarvis, bring out the Ghost I and Mark II."

"Right away, Mr. Echeverria."

At Jarvis's command, two towering metal containers in the garage's corner hissed open.

A pair of metallic giants emerged, gleaming under the fluorescent lights.

Mark II was sleek and modern—its unpainted silver chassis exuding a minimalist, industrial aesthetic.

The rigid, angular faceplate marked it unmistakably as the Iron Man prototype, with a bright white arc reactor glowing at its core.

In contrast, Ghost I looked almost elegant.

Painted in blue and white, its design leaned more toward agility and style.

Its faceplate bore softer edges, while the slimmer frame emphasized mobility over brute force.

And on its back?

A massive two-handed sword magnetically locked in place—a feature that screamed style over practicality.

Flight modules installed, both armors bristled with weaponry.

Like the Mark II, Ghost I came equipped with:

• Palm-mounted plasma cannons.

• Micro-missile compartments loaded with specialized ammo—including guided missiles, thermal charges, and smoke grenades.

• Forearm missile launchers, capable of firing anything from armor-piercing rounds to mini-nukes.

Ghost I, however, sacrificed the chest cannon for extra propulsion systems—six back-mounted thrusters designed for rapid maneuvers during close-quarters combat.

The right arm of both suits had originally been meant to house a laser cutter.

Unfortunately, the technology was still unstable and had been shelved for now.

Instead, Lemu focused on defensive utilities—radiation shielding, vacuum survival systems, and vital monitoring sensors.

Technically speaking, both designs were "powered exosuits" rather than true mechs.

They combined mechanical assistance with biological control, enhancing the pilot's movements rather than relying solely on motors.

But why, despite Lemu being shorter, was Ghost I as tall as Mark II?

The answer?

Mechanical height boosters.

Genius.

Twenty minutes later, both suits were locked and loaded.

Stark stepped into the Mark II, which opened up and wrapped around him like a second skin.

Lemu, meanwhile, had to step onto a platform to fit into his "enhanced height" armor.

Two streams of fire erupted from the garage, propelling them into the sky.

Stark shot out first, whooping like a kid with a new toy.

Lemu followed close behind, suppressing the wild grin threatening to break across his face.

The sensation was indescribable.

Walls of the launch tunnel blurred past in an instant, and the sudden rush of wind made Lemu feel alive.

No airplane could replicate this.

It felt like riding a motorcycle at 400 kilometers per hour—except faster and with absolute freedom.

Since ancient times, humanity has been obsessed with the dream of flight. Airplanes, rockets, and wingsuits were all born from this desire. Yet, no device has ever truly allowed humans to soar through the skies like birds—free to glide, twist, and dive at will, reaching every corner of the heavens simply by thought.

But now, that dream was a reality.

Rising above the villa, Lemu hovered effortlessly in the night sky, gazing into the distance.

The vast ocean below stretched endlessly, shrouded in shadows and mist. The faint crashing of waves resembled the stirring of unseen, monstrous creatures lurking beneath the surface—an oppressive and primal force.

Yet just beyond this place lay Malibu, glittering in the night.

Viewed from above, its twinkling lights formed a tapestry, pulsating like the veins of a living organism. Headlights flowed through the streets, illuminating paths like rivers of light. 

Lemu and Stark soared along the coastline, flying through the sky.