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White Queen raised her hand and wiped her cheek with visible disgust, her brows knitting together slightly. "You pervert," she said sharply, her tone carrying both annoyance and a hint of helpless familiarity. "I'm still young, and you don't even let me off."
Jack leaned back lazily, completely unfazed, a shameless grin spreading across his face. "Young?" he scoffed lightly. "You look at least thirteen or fourteen. That's not exactly 'little' anymore."
White Queen's eyes narrowed instantly, a faint flicker of irritation flashing through them. "According to the normal growth standards of humans, I'm equivalent to a thirteen-year-old girl," she retorted. "Does that sound 'big' to you?"
Jack shrugged without the slightest guilt. "In ancient times, that's already marriage age," he replied casually, as if stating something completely reasonable.
White Queen immediately jumped back a step, her expression turning even colder. "Is this ancient times? Did I ask you about ancient times?" she snapped. "And don't come near me with that ugly thing of yours."
Jack chuckled awkwardly, finally releasing her and raising his hands slightly. "Alright, alright… that was just me expressing my gratitude."
White Queen retreated another step instinctively, clearly keeping a safe distance from him. "Your kind of gratitude… I don't need it," she said flatly.
The atmosphere in the room gradually settled, though a faint awkwardness still lingered.
Jack exhaled softly and shifted his posture, his expression turning slightly more serious. "Let's talk about something important," he said, his tone losing its previous teasing edge. "You already understand the condition of my T-Cells and Transformer Cells. I want a clear analysis—how long can they stay unified?"
White Queen didn't respond immediately. Instead, a faint green glow appeared in her eyes as she scanned Jack's body once more, her gaze becoming sharp and analytical.
A moment later, the green light faded.
In front of her, a three-dimensional projection appeared, hovering in midair like a hologram. The structure of Jack's body was displayed in intricate detail, with countless golden particles scattered throughout.
"This projection represents your body," White Queen explained calmly, pointing toward the floating image. "These golden dots are your T-Cells and Transformer Cells."
Jack leaned forward slightly, studying the projection. "Go on."
White Queen extended her hand and isolated two golden particles from the projection. They floated into her palm, glowing faintly.
"These two," she said, "one is a T-Cell, and the other is a Transformer Cell. I'm enlarging them one thousand times."
Instantly, the two tiny points expanded into objects the size of basketballs, hovering above her hands like metallic golden spheres.
"Because of the fusion pill," she continued, "their outer layers have both turned golden. This means their surface composition is now identical. That's what allows them to merge."
As she spoke, she slowly brought the two spheres closer together.
When they touched, something remarkable happened.
The two spheres didn't repel each other. Instead, they began to merge, slowly forming a horizontal "8" shape, like two worlds overlapping.
"As the fusion continues…" White Queen murmured, watching closely.
The "8" shape gradually smoothed out, the dividing line fading, until it became a single, larger golden sphere—three times the original size.
"Fusion successful," she said with a small nod. "This is what we call a 'Transforming T-Cell.'"
Ada crossed her arms, watching carefully. "And how long does it stay like that?"
White Queen's eyes flashed again, data streams flowing rapidly within them. "Let's simulate ten minutes."
The projection shifted slightly.
"Ten minutes later… still stable," she said.
"Twenty minutes?" Jack asked.
White Queen adjusted the simulation.
The large golden sphere began to tremble slightly, faint cracks of instability appearing across its surface.
"It's starting to separate," Ada said quietly.
White Queen nodded. "Let's push it further. Twenty-five minutes."
The sphere stretched, distorting back into a horizontal "8" shape.
"Look carefully," White Queen said. "It's reached the threshold."
The "8" shape flickered—and in the next instant, it split completely into two separate spheres.
"One more second," she said calmly, "and it fully separates. So twenty-five minutes is your limit."
Jack nodded slowly, absorbing the information. "So under normal conditions… I get twenty-five minutes of full fusion."
"Correct," White Queen replied. "But that's only in your human form."
Jack frowned slightly. "Meaning?"
"If you enter your Transformers Glimmering Fourth-layered Form," she continued, "the energy consumption increases dramatically. That reduces the fusion time."
She paused briefly before continuing, "Based on simulation… you can maintain that form for about three minutes. Four at most."
Jack blinked once, then let out a dry laugh. "Three minutes? What is this, Ultraman?"
Ada couldn't help but smile slightly. "That comparison actually fits perfectly."
Jack shook his head. "So there's still no permanent solution?"
White Queen's expression became more serious. "I've been trying to find one," she said. "But it's extremely difficult. The two cell types are fundamentally different."
She paused, then added, "But now you at least have a foundation for fusion. That's progress. I'll keep working on it."
Jack nodded. "Alright. I'll leave it to you."
Then, just like that, his expression shifted back to his usual teasing self. "Since you worked so hard… I should reward you."
White Queen's face immediately darkened. "No need," she said firmly. "Don't touch me, don't kiss me, and definitely don't do anything weird. That's enough reward."
Jack grinned. "That's what you call love."
"That's what I call perversion," she shot back instantly.
The projection dissolved into streams of data, disappearing into White Queen's eyes.
Ada suddenly seemed to remember something. "By the way… what happened between you and Pepper?" she asked.
Jack leaned back slightly, his expression turning thoughtful for a moment. "I figured something out," he said. "A forced relationship… never works. So I let her go."
Alice immediately frowned. "You expect us to believe that?" she said bluntly. "You forced yourself on so many people. Don't act like you suddenly became noble."
Jack raised his hands defensively. "Hey, don't get emotional. I'm just saying… taking her to Asgard would've been suicide. It was too dangerous."
Ada narrowed her eyes slightly. "She's with Jane Foster now, right? That astrophysicist. Don't tell me there's nothing between you and her."
Jack sighed. "That… is complicated."
Alice rolled her eyes. "In other words, she's another target."
Ada snorted softly. "We already understand how your mind works."
Jack smirked. "That's why you're my wives. You understand me without me saying anything."
White Queen laughed lightly. "Because a dog can't change its nature," she said casually.
Jack's eyes narrowed slightly. "What did you say?"
White Queen waved her hand innocently. "Nothing. Just a slip of the tongue. Don't take it personally."
Jack stared at her for a moment, then chuckled. "Fine. I'll let it go this time."
He then shifted the topic. "What about Justin?"
Alice smiled faintly. "Very obedient," she said. "He keeps asking about you."
Jack scoffed. "Asking about me? Doesn't matter. As long as he stays a useful dog."
At that moment—
Ding dong… ding dong…
The doorbell rang.
White Queen smiled slightly. "Speak of the devil. Justin's here."
Jack didn't even look toward the door. "Let him wait outside for half an hour," he said casually. Then he glanced at Alice and Ada. "Get dressed."
The room fell quiet again, but beneath that calm surface, something far more dangerous was quietly brewing.