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Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: The Design

I like to go very into detail about my characters actions, i like a very slow paced story. there will also be a lot of romance and drama, so I'm sorry if it seems like it's to into detail,.

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After Victor exited his mindscape, he looked down at the book in front of him titled The Basics of Engineering. It was a thick manual with around two hundred and fifty pages packed with information about robotic and mechanical engineering. The book also included basic principles on how to develop original designs and concepts.

He flipped back to the very first page, then rapidly turned through every single one with inhuman speed, his eyes scanning and memorizing every word printed on each sheet. It took him about two minutes to read the entire book from front to back. Once he was done, he gently closed it and leaned back in his chair.

"Suddenly, everything I knew feels kind of basic," he said aloud, rubbing his chin. "I actually think I could make a decent working robot now. And with my theoretical success skill… heh."

For a moment, Victor felt like luck was finally on his side. He had the strange sense that if he tried something ambitious today, it might actually work. But before he let himself get carried away, he pulled his thoughts back to reality.

He stood up from the library desk, returned the book to the shelf, and checked out at the front desk. Then he walked toward the parking lot where his birthday gift sat a brand new 1993 Cadillac Sedan DeVille. The glossy black car looked just as sleek as the day he got it.

He got in, started the engine, and drove off toward the two story, three bedroom apartment that he shared with his twin brother Valor and their older brother Hector. They had just moved in not long after their shared birthday, and the library was only about three minutes away.

As soon as Victor stepped through the front door, he locked it behind him and spotted his brothers sitting on the living room couch. They were hunched over the coffee table, fiddling with pieces of something metallic.

"What are y'all doing?" Victor asked as he walked over to them.

"Oh, Vic! There you are," Hector said, looking up. "We're just putting together a prototype for Val's new… uh, whatever he called it."

"It's called a Shatter Dagger, you idiot," Valor replied, rolling his eyes. "When I throw it at someone, it'll shatter midair and spread damage over a wider area."

Victor raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Okay, but if it shatters midair, how is it supposed to put itself back together?"

Valor scratched the back of his head in silence, clearly not having thought that part through. Then, without saying anything, he grabbed the prototype dagger and tossed it off the table in frustration.

"You're going to be the worst weapon manufacturer I've ever seen," Victor muttered, shaking his head as he turned and walked down the hallway toward his room. His bedroom was directly across from Valor's.

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He closed the door behind him, sat down at his desk, and pulled open a drawer to grab his sketchbook. Flipping to a fresh page, he stared down at the blank paper.

"First, I'll help my brother," he said to himself quietly. "Then I can focus on my own goals. His dream is to become a weapon manufacturer, after all."

Originally, Victor had planned to use his newly gained knowledge to create a robot assistant that would handle simple daily tasks like cooking, scheduling meetings, and managing business deals once he launched his own company. But after seeing Valor's failed prototype, he changed his mind.

"I'm going all out with this one," he said, pencil in hand. "I want to see if my theoretical success skill can actually pull this off."

He spent the next hour working nonstop. Every detail that came to mind was added to the blueprint with precision. When he was finally done, the design was complete. It wasn't just a dagger or a robot. It was something far more ambitious, a stealth bomber.

Victor called it the XB-99 Spector. The aircraft had a sleek, bat like frame with an all black finish meant for high level stealth. Alongside the detailed sketches, he wrote down every single specification: the methods for constructing specialized materials, the configuration of the liquid fused plasma cores, and the internal systems for its propulsion engines.

What made it even more outrageous was the fact that none of the high tech components were realistically possible. The bomber could only function thanks to his theoretical success ability. In the real world, this machine would be impossible to build. But in Victor's hands, the blueprint didn't just make sense. It felt doable.

[Length: 47.5 meters

Wingspan: 42 meters

Height: 11.2 meters

Wing Design: Diamond-edge morphing wings

Airframe Material: Quantum-fiber monocarbon, anti-thermal skin, self-healing nanopolymer weave

Top Speed: Mach 6.2

Cruising Speed: Mach 4

Combat Radius: 5,000 km

Max Range: 13,500 km

Service Ceiling: 34,000 meters

Takeoff Weight: 87,000 kg

Thrust-to-Weight Ratio: 1.8:1

Engines: 2× Fusion-Ion Hybrid Drives

Auxiliary Propulsion: Antigravity vector boosters

Fuel System: Liquid-fused plasma cores

Cooling System: Phase-shift dispersal tiles

Hull Coating: Adaptive stealth plating, temperature mimicry skin

Signature Control: Anti-sonar field, electromagnetic null generator

Countermeasures: Micro-missile interceptors, flare/chaff/decoy system, EMP burst emitters, micro-shield bubble bursts

Cockpit: Holographic control, neural-sync interface

AI Core: SpecterOS combat AI

Sensors: 4D radar, quantum comms, gravimetric & spectral scanners

Crew: 1–2 (AI-assisted)

Payload (Internal Only):

– 16× High-Velocity Smart Bombs

– 6× Stealth Cruise Missiles

– 1× Singularity Torpedo

Energy Weapons: Twin plasma lances, wing-root pulse cannons

Drones: 12–24 stealth recon/strike drones

Self-Repair: Nanite-integrated hull

Silent Mode: Enabled under Mach 2

Orbit Capability: Short-duration orbital flight

Emergency System: Grav-null eject capsule

EMP Shielding: Full internal protection]

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After Victor wrote the final detail on the page, a notification suddenly popped up in front of him.

[The Skill (Guaranteed Theoretical Success) has been used on the (XB-99 Spector). It is now possible to make and mass-produce these. Would you like the price required to complete one of these units?]

"It can tell me the price of my designs? Cool. Yes, show me the price."

[Estimated Unit Cost: $6.3 billion USD. This includes development, materials, advanced AI systems, stealth technology, orbital capability, and fusion-ion propulsion.]

"Holy shit! I'm a genius. Val, Hector, come here!" he shouted, standing up. He carefully pulled the page out of his sketchbook, then slid the book back into his drawer and laid the single sheet of paper flat on the table.

A moment later, both Hector and Valor burst into the room with confused expressions.

"What happened, Vic?" they asked at the same time.

"Sit on the bed first, both of you. This could change our entire lives," Victor said, patting the spot next to his chair.

They both sat down like he asked, glancing at him with curiosity.

"So what's going on?" Valor asked.

"Well, Val, I remember a few days ago you told me that you started your weapon manufacturing company. Even though you don't have a factory or an actual company building your designs yet, I figured maybe I could give you something to help with that," Victor explained while grabbing the paper from the desk.

"I designed a stealth aircraft. You could offer it to the military and sign a contract where they pay you for the design. If they like it enough to manufacture it, you could even request that they build a personal one for you."

He paused for a second, then gave them a serious look.

"And just so you know, this design isn't cheap. Do you want to know how much it costs to make one of these things?"

"How much, Vic?" Hector asked.

"Just one of them costs 6.3 billion dollars," Victor said, handing the paper to Valor.

As Valor began reading through the detailed design specs, Hector leaned in and started reading too. Their eyes scanned each line carefully. It didn't take long for their expressions to shift from curious to completely impressed. Somehow, everything written on the paper made sense, despite how complex it was.

"Valor, I want you to get a contract for this," Victor continued. "Double the price. Actually, no triple it. Get the military to buy it. Make sure the deal includes building a personal one just for you as part of the agreement. And to keep things fair, add a clause that prevents you from ever giving the design to anyone else. That should be the basic framework of the contract."

Valor nodded silently, then stood up and gave Victor a tight hug.

"I love you, bro!" he said with a huge grin before grabbing the paper and rushing out of the house to negotiate with the military.

Once he was gone, Hector stood up from the bed and looked at Victor.

"How did you even design that, Vic?"

"I've been reading a lot about engineering lately. I'm starting to find it pretty easy, honestly," Victor replied, then tilted his head toward the hallway. "Also, is there any food in the kitchen?"

"Cereal…" Hector said as he walked out of the room.

"Close the door!"

Hector ignored him and kept walking.

Victor sighed. "Haahhh… you motherfucker," he muttered as he stood up and closed the door himself.

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It was the next morning, though it was already afternoon by the time the house had started to stir.

Valor had come home late the night before and left again early that morning. He was still in the middle of negotiating with the military, working out the price and other details surrounding the stealth bomber deal.

Victor was now sitting in the living room with a small stack of thick books spread out across the coffee table. He had gone to the library early in the morning and bought a few advanced texts on engineering, biology and robotics. He was flipping through the pages of each book at an almost impossible speed, absorbing everything he read.

Hector sat beside him, staring in disbelief as Victor finished another book and set it down.

"Vic, that was the fifth one," Hector said.

"So?" Victor replied casually, already grabbing the next book.

"You've read five books, each with over four hundred pages, and it's only been, like, thirty minutes."

"It would've been faster if I wasn't drinking my tea," Victor said, lifting his teacup off the table and taking another slow sip.

Before Hector could reply, the front door opened, and Valor stepped in with a huge grin on his face. He looked like someone who just got everything they ever wanted.

Victor glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. "Judging from that smile, I'm guessing your negotiations with the military are finished, and you've got both the money and the personal bomber?"

"Uh… good news or bad news first?" Valor asked as he walked over to them.

"Bad news, I guess?" Hector said, straightening up on the couch.

"Yeah, let's hear the bad news first," Victor added.

"Well," Valor said, sitting down, "I got the personal bomber, but I can't fly it unless I go through proper training and take a specialized course. I need to learn how to handle the 

G-force and a bunch of other factors. Oh, and the bomber won't have any weapons installed, just everything else exactly the same. No guns or missiles, though."

Victor blinked a few times. "Okay… if that's the bad news, what's the good news?"

"Well, how do I say this… We're rich!" Valor exclaimed, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out three black credit cards. He placed them neatly on the table.

"They each have 6.3 billion dollars on them. That's a total of 18 billion and 900 million. And they gave me a personal number to call if I, or you, ever have more designs to offer."

He slid one card to Victor and another to Hector.

Victor simply smiled and leaned back in his seat, while Hector stared down at his card like it was made of gold. The realization hit him slowly.

"We just got rich in, like, twelve hours," Hector muttered.

"Now we can do so many things," he added. "We can help Mom and Dad out. And we can cover little sis Lana's college tuition in a few years, no problem."

"Yeah, well, now I have to make us wallets that'll never lose our cards," Valor said, joking as he leaned back.

Victor laughed and looked at his tea. "Let's just hope it doesn't blow up in my face before it does that.".

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