*"System, how strong is my physical fitness now?"*
**Pichu** flexed his body, trying to calm the surging power inside him. He knew he'd gotten dozens of times stronger, but he wanted specifics.
**System:** "Master, your current physical fitness allows you to fight the Hulk or the Abomination in their normal states without relying on electricity. Conventional thermal weapons—like rockets—cannot pierce your defenses. At most, they might cause you mild pain. Only specially designed weapons or thermonuclear arms could kill you."
Pichu rubbed his cheeks, frowning slightly.
*"System… why does that sound like you're being vague?"*
**System:** "Master, you're overthinking it. I meant exactly what I said. Now, I'll take my leave."
And with that, the system went silent—completely diving away.
Pichu: *"..."*
This system… was starting to feel a little too smug.
Forget it.
Shaking his head, Pichu put the thought aside.
He padded across the room, took a small hop, and pressed the button beside the bedroom door.
**Click.** The door slid open a crack.
Pushing it the rest of the way, Pichu stepped out into the hall.
***
### Meanwhile — in the underground laboratory.
J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice sounded in Tony Stark's ears as he worked on the Mark V prototype.
**J.A.R.V.I.S.:** "Sir, Pichu has left the room."
Tony's head snapped up. "Finally!"
He glanced at the Mark V's limited progress, then quickly put his tools aside and headed upstairs.
As he walked, he asked, "J.A.R.V.I.S., how long was Pichu in there?"
**J.A.R.V.I.S.:** "Exactly 7 hours, 13 minutes, and 38 seconds."
"Seven hours… that's a long time," Tony said, clicking his tongue as he quickened his pace.
***
Soon, he was in the living room.
There stood Pichu on the sofa, a tablet sitting next to him.
Tony froze for a fraction of a second, then walked toward him with a strange expression.
"Pichu, you didn't… evolve. No—wait—did you grow up?"
Pichu gave him a sidelong glance but began typing on the tablet without much reaction.
Tony sat down next to him, waiting until Pichu finished.
**Pichu:** *"I've grown up. What's the problem?"*
Tony frowned.
"Are you sure? You look exactly the same as before."
As Tony set the tablet back down, Pichu muttered internally:
*"System, when can you give me a skill so I can talk like a human?"*
**System:** "Don't worry, Master. Once you reach 4-Star level, you'll be able to speak directly."
*"Good. Got it. Now, go dive."*
**System:** "…"
When Pichu finished typing, Tony picked up the tablet again.
**Pichu:** *"Do I have to look different to have grown up? Forget it. I'll just say it—I got stronger. You didn't know that, so shouldn't you feel honored I told you?"*
Tony stared at the words. "…."
It was that last sentence that really got him.
Internally, he could only grumble: *"You've drained over a hundred million kilowatt-hours of my electricity, and I'm supposed to feel honored?"*
Still, on the surface, he asked curiously,
"Pichu, just how strong are you now? …Can you go to heaven?"
Pichu blinked at him twice, suspicious. Was this guy… trying to bait him?
After a moment's thought, he typed:
**Pichu:** *"No."*
"Cut." Tony smirked. "I thought maybe you could fly, but if not… guess you'll never know the joy of soaring through the sky."
The smug look on his face said it all.
***
Pichu just sighed, rubbing his cheeks while idly forming a ball of crackling lightning in his paws.
After three months together, he was close friends with Tony and Pepper. He often bantered with Tony, and Tony—being Tony—would repay him with snark or playful jabs whenever possible.
Still… **Pichu** glanced at him and thought with a hidden smile: *"If he finds out I actually can fly, that face will be priceless."*
Ignoring the "two-bit clown," Pichu closed the document he had open, launched his browser, and started surfing the internet.
Seeing this, Tony got an idea.
"Pichu, how about we build a language translator? This delay every time we talk is annoying. And aren't you tired of typing all the time?"
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