Star-Lord had a hidden workshop on the spaceship.
Inside his room, he had dug through the floor to create a small tunnel that led to a spacious area he had set up as a workspace. The room was filled with some seemingly old, but undoubtedly functional equipment used to make various items he needed.
After showing Arthur around the small workshop, Star-Lord began to work.
Arthur watched for a while as Star-Lord explained the various principles of the modifications, some of which were completely unfamiliar to Arthur.
Many of the tiny but intricate things even involved theories of space folding.
Overall, Star-Lord's explanations to Arthur boiled down to… blah blah blah…
The knowledge gap was so vast that even trying to grasp it vaguely was difficult to digest.
Not understanding much, Arthur decided to Disassemble the weapons and armor he had just acquired from the junk pile.
When he looked into the Disassembly Space, Arthur was stunned.
With a thought, he released a towering, ten-foot-tall behemoth in the room!
Star-Lord, showing off in front of Arthur, nearly popped his eyes out at the sight: "Seriously, can we talk about things without you scaring the shit out me like this?"
Arthur ignored him and carefully examined the… Abomination? It should be Abomination!
He remembered that during the 'dream flight' of the Tesseract, he had repeatedly collided with a huge creature and, in a fit of frustration, had stored it in the Disassembler Space.
It seemed that this was the creature before him now.
After the first experiment, the Abomination hadn't changed much in size – it was still very tall and large. Its herniated disc had healed, and except for its size, it looked quite normal.
But after the second experiment, how had it suddenly become like this?
The Abomination in front of him was about three and a half meters tall, and the current space couldn't accommodate it standing up. It was curled up on the ground, with its large eyes wide open but lacking any spark, and drool was still hanging down his mouth a half-foot long.
"The intelligence remains unchanged…but what's going on?"
Arthur reached out to touch its skin, which was no longer the color of a normal human.
It was a light gray, with a thick layer of rough texture on every inch, giving it a very hard appearance!
Arthur decided to test it with a military knife and found it to be like stabbing Iron wall!
"What's going on here? Isn't this your work?"
Seeing Arthur's reaction, Star-Lord finally couldn't hold back and said, "Dude, are you really from Earth? Is human life so harsh now?"
"…"
Arthur glanced at Star-Lord and said, "Focus on your work."
Star-Lord yelled with wide eyes, "Fine, fine, no need to get upset about it!"
"…"
Arthur really wanted to curse right now, but he was in no mood.
Helplessly, he shifted his gaze away from Star-Lord and looked at the large creature.
"Calling you an idiot seems appropriate; now that you've turned into Iron Man?"
He sighed again, "And besides, at least the original looks cuter than you. What good are you now?"
The creature didn't answer, just moved its eyes along Arthur's hand and kept a dazed expression.
Arthur sat on the floor staring at the Abomination, while Star-Lord looked up after a while and then continued his work, though his mouth was still busy: "If it weren't for the size difference, I'd think you two were involved in something."
Arthur remained silent and pulled out a pistol, placing it next to him.
Star-Lord immediately fell silent, not saying a word.
After enjoying a bit of silence, Arthur found himself in a state of inner conflict.
But it wasn't long before he reached out a finger, bit into it to draw blood, and touched the Abomination's chest with it: "Let's give it a try."
He was going to use Mind Control!
The results of the previous two experiments had been increasingly disastrous, leaving Arthur in a state of near despair.
Now, he was in space, within the Marvel universe, which was fraught with danger.
If he was lucky, he would meet Yondu and Star-Lord. But if his luck ran out, running into Thanos would be quite a predicament!
Aside from Thanos' current strength, even his minions, the Black Order, were no match for an ordinary person. Arthur knew he had no chance against them right now.
So it was better to postpone further experiments until he returned to Earth. For now, he needed to hone his own skills.
The Abomination's current state reminded Arthur of the rather useless skill of Mind Control he had previously acquired by tapping on books.
As for whether he met the first criterion for using Mind Control… voluntarily!
It all depended on Arthur's attempt.
—
As if everything was instinctively imprinted in his bones, Arthur manipulated the colorless energy while using his blood to draw a complex circular symbol on the Abomination's chest.
The symbols within were intricate and appeared extremely mysterious.
As the final stroke was completed, Arthur murmured, "Into the darkest darkness, surge of pulsing tides, overlook the crimson pale…"
With each phrase, the runes etched into the Abomination's chest began to glow faintly.
Each symbol began to spin rapidly, and as Arthur finished, "…Open your eyes!"
As the words were spoken, the light on the Abomination's chest blazed, and then the red runes formed a net that enveloped the entire body of the Abomination. The net was as thick as silk and as crimson as blood, formed from coagulated blood.
Within the net, the Abomination made no attempt to struggle. Once its entire body was covered, all the red threads transformed into thousands of knots and were drawn into the Abomination's body.
Simultaneously, a red 'thread' extended from the Abomination's chest to Arthur's hand.
Arthur extended his palm, and as soon as the 'red thread' touched his hand, it dissipated.
However, in his palm remained a blood-red dot, like a… vermilion mole.
Arthur pondered for a while, feeling that this was quite awkward!
Yet at the same time, he had a strange sensation that as long as he thought about it, the giant in front of him could act according to his will.
"Come on, lets shake hands!"
Arthur extended his hand.