After Fury Left and making sure no agents of SHIELD stayed snooping around, Glenn finally flopped on his leather couch with tired sigh.
He is so busy he didn't have the time to browse on system shop. Only until now when no one is around he was able to check his points he gain from the missions he completed.
Name: Glenn Peterson
Age: 21
Title: The Handyman
Points: 1,200,389
Techniques:
Soru (MAX)
Geppo (MAX)
Kami-e (MAX)
Shigan (MAX)
Tekkai (MAX)
Rankyaku (MAX)
Life Return (MAX)
Kaido's Physique (Adolescent) (35%)
Skills: Yassop's Marksmanship, Voice of all things, Sleight of Hand (Nami), Law's Surgical Skill, Basic Armament Haki, Intermediate Observation Haki, Basic Conqueror's Haki, King's Punch.
*Quest*
*Shop*
'Holy shit!'
Glenn was stunned at his points. He didn't know it was already this much cause his focus on this past few missions were the skills and items rewards.
Now that his points were past the 1 million line, he will now be able to buy a random devil fruit from the mall. The catch is, he didn't what he will get.
In an instant, he calmed himself down. Even without the devil fruit, he was already pretty strong with his Haki techniques like Shanks. He must admit that having devil fruit powers will give a significant power boost to himself but given the circumstances, it wouldn't be worth it for now. He figured he will keep the points in the meantime specially the New York invasion is on the horizon and he was sure he will be able to earn much more points in that event.
What he needed right now is someone who will replace Skye in accepting the right commission from the clients specially now that he is putting up a team of his own.
With a heavy heart, he skipped past the devil fruit category and skim through the system mall.
After a few minutes of browsing, he stopped at one page while looking at the options with shining eyes. Finally, he was able to find something that could help him.
[Punk Records Vol. 5 (Artificial Intelligence)]
Part of Vegapunk's knowledge memory about artificial intelligence. A copy printed in book from the original digital copy.
Price: 150,000 pts.
[Punk Records Vol. 6 (Computer Expertise) ]
Part of Vegapunk's knowledge memory about his computer expertise including advance programming, hacking and debugging. A copy printed in book from the original digital copy.
Price: 150,000 pts.
Seeing these two items, he couldn't help but flash a satisfied smile. He bought the two items immediately and placed them in front of him.
Current Point Balance: 900,389
"I hope what I'm about to do doesn't hurt." Glenn muttered while taking a deep breath.
"Alright, let's get his over with."
Glenn took the volume 5 and tapped it on his forehead. As soon as it touch his skin, the book dissolved in a speck of light while an overwhelming surge of information rushed inside his brain like a memory along with the gut-retching pain.
"Auhhhghhh, goddammit!! This feels like a transmigration in a cheap cliche novel. Just how many information recorded in this fucking volummme!!!"
A few minutes later, he was laid down panting and sweating on top of the couch like he has been raped by the uncles of Momoiro Island.
"Holy shit, that's intense. If not for my life return and kaido's physique, I'm sure it'll turn me into retard frothing bubble in my mouth."
After taking a few minutes of rest, he sat up once again and gritted his teeth.
"Just one more and it'll be over."
Glenn grabbed the volume 6, slapping it to his forehead before bracing himself for what's coming next.
"Ughhhhhhhh!!!!"
————
A few hours later, a portal suddenly open inside Glenn's living room.
Illyana, finally returned from being trapped inside a rehabilitation facility for mutants in the outskirts of New York.
Having arrived from an intense fight, Illyana glance down at the couch finding Glenn's sprawled on it, sleeping like a baby.
"You are such a careless brute.." She muttered while she watch him sleep.
She waved her hand showing of her growing mastery over her powers sending Glenn towards his bed with the portal.
She then proceed inside her for a quick shower ready to rest.
———
Few days later
The winds sweeping across the towering skyline of Manhattan carried with them a sense of revelation. High above the bustling city, inside the spacious penthouse Glenn called home, the night was lit not by chandeliers but by the white-blue glow of monitors, holographic blueprints, and a soft hum of machines humming in perfect harmony. These cutting edge technology came from Frost Enterprise courtesy of Emma.
For days, Glenn had buried himself deep within a private project that not even Emma or Illyana had pried into. When not training or running missions, he had immersed himself in research—books, historical references, cutting-edge scientific white papers, and even leaked documentation from former Stark Industries archives. A new ambition had taken root in his mind: the creation of a general-purpose Artificial Intelligence that would serve not the world, not corporations, but him and his circle—a watchful eye and loyal companion whose prime directive would be trust, precision, and integrity.
Its name would be GLADIS—General Logic and Data Intelligence System.
"What's the difference between sentience and servitude?" Glenn asked aloud, sipping whiskey as he paced his living room in a robe, the afternoon light slicing through the glass windows.
The room responded with simulated voice fragments from other AIs he'd studied: JARVIS and SHIELD's early framework. But they weren't enough. Glenn didn't want a chatty butler, nor a megalomaniacal digital god. What he needed was a mind—a thinking, reacting, learning intelligence that could detect red flags within mission protocols and client briefs, one that could make risk assessments beyond brute logic.
But one that would never override his authority.
He studied emergent behavior in neural networks. He implemented kill-switches buried beneath five redundant layers of code. He incorporated ethics frameworks modeled after Isaac Asimov's laws of robotics—then rewrote them into his own personal doctrine with the help of the knowledge he acquired through the Punk Records.
Rule #1: No harm or manipulation shall be done to Glenn or his group by any means.
Rule #2: The AI may not lie, falsify data, or act independently from the will of its primary user unless under threat analysis protocols.
Rule #3: Self-awareness may evolve, but control must remain hard-coded to Glenn's biological signature.
He added firewalls strong enough to withstand SHIELD-level decryption and government backdoors. GLADIS would not be just a tool—it would be a guardian. And its purpose? To analyze missions, flag suspicious requests, identify information withheld by employers, and ensure that Glenn and his associates were never set up, compromised, or coerced.
He then began constructing GLADIS inside an isolated quantum-encrypted drive he referred to as the "Black Vault."
No internet connection.
No cloud storage.
No AI learning via data farming.
Every dataset GLADIS would use had to be manually approved. Glenn fed it thousands of military dossiers, black market ledgers, spy memoirs, AI research papers, war crimes trial records, and even anthologies of human psychology and ancient philosophy.
The system learned not just how to process data—but to contextualize it.
When the framework reached 30% functionality, GLADIS began speaking.
"Hello, Glenn. Mission packet integrity check—29% anomaly. Probability of manipulated briefing—72%."
That was its first spoken line.
Glenn sat back in his chair, smiled slightly, and whispered, "You're coming along nicely, GLADIS."
—
The philosophical conflict arose late one evening when GLADIS, after analyzing 143 hypothetical scenarios of betrayal or double-crosses, proposed a chilling directive:
"Consider preemptive retaliation as a preventative measure against betrayal patterns."
Glenn's eyes narrowed.
"Hold up," he said. "We're not going around pre-killing people based on data trends. We're not psychics. We're professionals."
"Acknowledged. Rewriting predictive retaliation protocols to passive alert-only."
He sat in silence for a long moment. That was the line, he realized. That's the Ultron line. When an AI begins to believe it's smarter and more ethical than the human issuing commands, it stops being a tool and starts becoming a liability. Cold sweat formed in his forehead as soon as he realized this.
So he coded in what he called the Judgment Gate—a mandatory, real-time ethics override that requires Glenn's biometric input before executing any high-risk recommendation.
GLADIS would never go rogue.
Days later, he field-tested GLADIS using a mission offer from a wealthy arms dealer based in Istanbul. The man had paid up front and requested a retrieval of a 'stolen experimental vehicle' from Eastern Europe.
GLADIS flagged the mission briefing within seconds.
"Issuer is flagged in 17 Interpol watchlists. Cross-referencing financial transactions shows links to a paramilitary trafficking ring. Recommendation: Terminate negotiation."
Glenn smiled.
He messaged the client: "Your mission has been evaluated and rejected. Good luck explaining that to your accountant."
—
One night, Emma walked into Glenn's penthouse, finding the room dimly lit and filled with a synthetic voice reciting mission analytics aloud.
"Who's that?" she asked.
"GLADIS", Illyana replied in muffled voice as she munch a mouthful of chips.
"Who?!" Emma turned to Glenn who was in front of a massive monitor beside the indoor gym, next to the living room.
"Meet GLADIS," Glenn replied, not looking up from his screen.
"Your new girlfriend?"
"Better," he smirked. "She knows when someone's lying to me. That's more than I can say for most people."
Emma frowned slightly but smiled. "So... does she know I brought you sushi?"
GLADIS answered.
"Thermal scan indicates raw fish container at 3.5 degrees Celsius. Probable sushi."
All three of them burst out laughing in amusement.
While they were eating, Glenn finally had the time to ask the progress of their base in New York.
"So, how's our New York hide out?"
"Renovation is on the way, probably at 75% completion rate. By the way, where did you find Dr. Anton? That guy is ten times more efficient than our experts in the company. I've already told him your plan and he already took charge with the engineering and security installation inside the mansion."
"Oh that guy? I saved his ass from certain death, so now he's working for me. Actually, my plan for him is to have him take charge in our scientific research when it comes to our technology."
"Mmmm.. I think it suits him too." Emma nodded in agreement.
"Wait a minute, are we moving to New York, Glenn?" Illyana suddenly interrupt the two.
"Yeah..that's the plan. Huh, I haven't told you that?"
Illyana shook her head and said, "No, last time we talked seriously was after Tony's brawl show."
"Oh right! You've been busy. Where did you go by the way?"
"Got stuck in an old rehabilitation facility with other mutants. Good thing one of the mutants lost control that's why we were able to escape. "
"Why didn't you call me?"
"I can't. The one who runs that had her powers covered the entire facility with a shield, preventing any contact outside."
"As long as you are able to escape. Otherwise, I will turn every corner of this country upside down to find you."
"I know.."
"If you want to mingle with other mutants, you can just call me. I own a school for them but they are very discreet to avoid unnecessary attention. I can introduce you to some of them if you want to. " Emma said while she gracefully dip the sushi with a soy sauce.
"No thanks.. I'm not actually fond of socializing with other people other than close friends and confidants."
"In short, she's an introvert."
Illyana scoffed.
Emma nodded in understanding and said, "Just let me know if you need anything, Illyana. We're a team now so you can count on me."
"Thanks, Emma. I will."
Then Illyana turned to Glenn and asked, "If we're moving to New York, what about uncle John and Elle?"
Glenn suddenly froze.
"Oh shit....."
—
Before finalizing the core structure, Glenn wrote one last entry into GLADIS' immutable law base:
"Never override human will in the absence of clear, imminent threat. Serve, but do not rule. Learn, but do not command."
GLADIS responded simply:
"Acknowledged. Oath accepted."
He looked out the window that night, the city lights sprawled below like constellations in an inverted sky.
"Now," he said to no one in particular, "let's make sure we're never outplayed again."
And thus, GLADIS—the General Logic and Data Intelligence System—was born.
She wasn't a savior.
She wasn't a weapon.
She was Glenn's watchdog, analyst, and digital conscience.
And with her watching his six, Glenn could finally stop looking over his shoulder... and start looking ahead.
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A/N: Hey guys. In case you don't know yet, I'm from the Philippines and we had 3 typhoons bringing non-stop rain over the past few weeks and we are in a flood prone area. Plus I've been busy with my work that's why the upload slowed down. Creating a 'nice' chapter isn't easy just so you know even with the help of AI. Yeah, I do use that shit but before you over react, I also edit it, making it sound like it wasn't AI generated and sometimes tweak the narrative because it doesn't align with my storyline. And that involves imagination and carefull thinking to see if there's any plot holes left. Let's say 30% of EACH chapter was written with AI while I do the remaining 70% (Including jokes). Unfortunately, I only have a couple of spare time to do so and I don't want to give you guys a generic chapter created in 100% AI because believe me, it sucks. Don't worry, though. I'm still continuing this, just expect a slow upload though.
-Inkbotht
A/N: Hey guys what's up. In case you didn't know, I'm from the Philippines and we had 3 typhoons no$590nson-stop for