Of course, that was easier said than done. After all, this infusion meant turning raw Vibranium into a container for skills. The depiction of the integrated magic circle, on the other hand, was only carving the magic circle onto the surface of the raw Vibranium, making it merely the carrier of the magic circle.
Although it sounded complicated, it was not too bad. Blaine already had a rough idea in his heart.
With that, Blaine immediately began to immerse his spiritual power into the raw Vibranium, constantly changing the structure and composition of the material in his hand, trying to transform it into something else.
"Hmm…"
However, before Blaine could finish, the raw Vibranium in his hand exploded.
This was completely unexpected to Blaine. Originally, he had thought that integrating magic circles and duplicating skills were similar. Theoretically, there should have been no problem, and it should have been completed in one attempt. But the result was somewhat unexpected.
"Experiments inevitably fail."
"It may also be that my luck just wasn't good enough earlier. Go on, do it again."
Blaine comforted himself in this way.
After speaking, another piece of raw Vibranium appeared in Blaine's hand. Spiritual power poured into it again, and a new round of attempts began.
Boom…
Looking at the raw Vibranium that had once again blown into pieces in his hand, Blaine was at a loss. What the hell was going on?
"I still don't believe it."
"Again."
Never being the first to give up was Blaine's code of conduct.
This time, Blaine carefully selected the raw material as well, choosing the most suitable piece. He also deliberately slowed down and proceeded bit by bit.
…
"Nani?"
"That shouldn't have happened."
"It doesn't make sense."
"The steps were correct."
It seemed as though God was deliberately playing tricks on Blaine. He failed again and again. Could it be that succeeding on the first two attempts had used up all of Blaine's luck?
At first, Blaine had thought he could find a solution by feeling things out and messing around. He would not need to ask the system, nor would he need to spend that two hundred billion. He had imagined it beautifully, but when reality slapped him in the face, it had come so suddenly…
It was just that this was a little strange. Clearly, Blaine had been very careful, very cautious. His speed had not been fast either; he had proceeded step by step, and there had been no flaw. Even his mental power had not been interrupted, and he had not found the slightest abnormality. So why couldn't it be completed?
Unfortunately, the Ancient One had died too early. Otherwise, he could have asked her. As the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One must have known how magical instruments were made. Thinking about it, two days ago he had wished for the Ancient One to die quickly, and now he missed her again. This was truly contradictory.
So what should he do now? Originally, Blaine had come to Kamar-Taj to seek a solution to this problem. As a result, Gu Yi, you were not capable enough, which caused Blaine to read so many magic books. Now Blaine thought he was capable enough, but the Ancient One was gone. This was really bad.
There was no way around it. Blaine had no external help, no reference point, and so much raw Vibranium that he could not use it all for the time being. It seemed that he would have to rely on himself in the future.
"Depending on others, relying on the heavens—after all, none of it is better than relying on yourself."
"Come on."
"Continue."
"I still don't believe it."
With another piece of raw Vibranium in hand, Blaine started again.
…
"Again."
…
"Again."
Boom…
"Fuck me!"
Continue.
…
"My Falk…"
"What exactly is going on?"
"Keep going."
…
In this way, while the world outside the Hunter's space gradually filled with the pale light of dawn and the sky brightened, inside the Hunter's space, explosions were still booming endlessly.
Stephen Strange happened to have another free day today. There was no more nagging from the Ancient One and no more harassment from Kaecilius. Stephen Strange leisurely held a feather duster on the second floor of the New York Sanctum, sweeping here and wiping there. He looked like a greasy middle-aged uncle, occasionally being teased by the red Cloak of Levitation behind him.
It was just that Stephen Strange did not know about the three-day deadline Blaine had set, nor did he know that the coming storm had already silently involved him. Even more than that, in a strange space within the Sanctum, a vigorous feast of explosions was currently being staged.
That's right. This strange space was the Hunter's space.
Looking at Blaine, who had been tossing things around for several days, it was clear that he was already uncomfortable. The dust from the explosions had painted another layer of charcoal black over his originally black Hunter suit.
At this moment, Blaine's arms and legs were spread wide as he lay on the ground in a large shape, completely motionless. Only his breathing, rising and falling one breath after another, proved that he was still alive.
It could be seen from Blaine's palms, which had been blasted black, his exhausted expression, and especially his body, which could not even breathe evenly, that Blaine had been tormented badly.
"Where is the problem?"
"It can't be that my method is wrong."
Lying in the Hunter's space with empty eyes, Blaine took advantage of this brief gap of rest to mutter to himself.
Needless to say, Blaine still had not turned the other Universe-Level skills into magical instruments over the past few days.
At some point, the soul pendant on Blaine's chest had begun to emit a soft white light as it replenished his spiritual power.
Over the past few days, Blaine had been exhausted. He had conducted experiments day and night. Not to mention hundreds—there may have been thousands, even tens of thousands of attempts. Blaine himself no longer knew how many times he had been caught in an explosion.
Blaine felt as if he had been bombed until he was numb. In the end, even when something exploded in his hand, it could no longer cause the slightest change in his expression or demeanor.
Of course, it was not as if there were no gains. Apart from gaining an empty spirit caused by excessive and repeated use of mental power, there was also his exhausted body and the pile of raw Vibranium decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
For several days, the experiments continued, and the sun and moon rotated, but Blaine did not. Only after the explosion just now did Blaine temporarily give up and plan to rest before continuing the experiment.
Since he still intended to continue the experiment, it proved that Blaine had gained something. Otherwise, if there were no hope at all, with Blaine's temperament, it would have been absolutely impossible for him to continue.
After resting for a long time, Blaine finally came back to his senses. Without hesitation, he moved his hand, selected another piece of raw Vibranium, and held it in his hand.
His right hand formed sword fingers, and his spiritual power wrapped around them like thread. Just as before, he repeated the action from earlier.
According to the three-day deadline Blaine had set, he knew today was the third day. It was just right. Now, the time inside Blaine's Hunter space was synchronized with the outside world.
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