pjbooks Chapter 159 Building a House
Chapter 159 Building a House
Chapter 159 Building a House
Link had drawn architectural blueprints, with all the data clearly labeled. He turned to Clark and asked, "Can the old house be demolished?"
"Uh...we need to clean it up, or you can build it over there first?" Clark said. "This is farmland."
"Understood." Link turned to look at the ground beside him and asked, "Is there any cement?"
"No, should I go buy it?" Clark knew he couldn't stop the other person, after all, the other person had said that he was an honest man.
Link shook his head, took flight again, and flew away into the distance. About half an hour later, another spatial passage appeared, and a large amount of building materials such as cement, sand, and paint flew over.
"This is..." Clark asked.
"Like I said, I robbed a drug dealer and used his money to buy materials," Link smiled. "Go get a water pipe."
Clark couldn't stop Link, but Link's actions hadn't crossed his line yet.
Link then clenched his left fist, and a patch of open space next to him turned into a pool—not real water, but soil.
Then the water begins to deform and then returns to the shape of the soil. The outline of the foundation has been dug, and then cement and steel bars are laid to form the foundation.
The sanctions control the steel bars, causing them to deform and entangle, then fall into the outline, while the sand and cement are all opened from the bags, flying into the air to mix and form a huge sphere.
Clark came out with the hose, unsure of what to do next.
"Just spray the water directly at the target," Link had to remind him.
Clark did as instructed, and the large sphere began to roll until Link yelled for it to stop.
Link manipulated the cement to fall into the outline of the base, flowing like water to every corner. Finally, with a clenched fist, it all turned into a jelly-like substance.
Link looked at it and was very satisfied. He then did it again, and a complete foundation was formed. The cement surface was very smooth and had already solidified.
Clark was extremely impressed. "You're really amazing. Building houses is so easy for you."
"They're not simple, I won't cause them any trouble!" Link's gaze shifted to the wood. Under his telekinetic control, the wood began to change, as if a giant hand was constantly cutting and polishing it.
Subsequently, the processed wood was not assembled immediately; instead, anti-corrosion paint flew up and began to be applied to the wood.
As Link continued to work, he didn't use a single nail. The exterior walls were made of very thick wood, and the entire house was built using mortise and tenon joints.
Finally, they even managed to burn glass using sand and heat!
Finally, the exterior walls are painted and decorated.
The house is built, but it's not completely finished yet. The internal pipes are all installed, and the external pipes will be installed next.
He flew away again, and when the space passage was reopened, a large amount of materials were delivered, including a huge septic tank that was buried directly next to the house with the lid left open so that it could be pumped out when it was full.
Next came all the lights, then the wiring was connected, followed by the bathroom fixtures, kitchenware, appliances, etc., all of which were newly purchased.
Link worked tirelessly and built a house in less than a day, furnishing it with all the necessary furniture and appliances. The last time he returned, he brought his clothes, cigars, and bourbon.
This action left the Kent mother and son dumbfounded. They finally understood Link's way of handling things, although this was still Link's way of doing things in this DC universe.
Anyway, he won't stay long; he'll definitely go home. After all, I'm a married woman.
If he hadn't gotten married or had a lover, he might have stayed, since he was a time traveler anyway. But now he had someone to care about.
Although it could be considered his weakness, that person was someone he loved, and what would be the consequences of his own disappearance?
He must return to the point in time when he disappeared, and then give the Celestials a severe beating so that they would not dare to provoke him again. Therefore, he must obtain the information.
That key, which looks like a USB flash drive, has an enormous storage capacity—the technology to store 100,000 planets?
……
Link took a shower, changed into his new clothes, and went to the restaurant with his wristwatch on both hands. The new restaurant was spacious and bright, and Martha and Clark had moved some things from the old house.
And as dinner was being prepared, after Link sat down, Martha gave him a steak and said, "Thank you for the house."
"Don't mention it, I'll be staying here for a while after all," Link said with a smile. "I hope it won't be a hassle for you."
"Of course not, but after we move our things tomorrow, we still have to deal with the old house," Martha said.
"Of course, that's my job. Let me handle it. I can also build a new warehouse. Do the farm tools need repairing?" Link asked. "I can do everything."
"You decide!" Martha turned to get other dishes, while Link started eating.
Clark remarked from the side, "Now I understand your actions a little better."
"But I can't do it!"
Link nodded slightly and said, "I didn't mean to change you, but people can't be too extreme. You are extremely kind, which is your weakness, a fatal weakness."
"Insufficient development of abilities is also a weakness."
"..." Clark couldn't refute it. In the past, he had no reference point at all, but now he did, with a living example right in front of him.
Of course, I don't have those special abilities, but I haven't made good use of my ability to learn quickly.
Perhaps it was because of my father's constant restrictions that I was unable to properly develop my abilities?
He couldn't help but think of his adoptive father again. His adoptive father would rather die than let him use his abilities, and this matter had the greatest impact on him.
But is it really possible to not use it?
He planned to ask again in a few days to see if any crisis was brewing, since the other party was from Marvel, and their universe had its own comics.
Link ate very well; Martha's cooking was excellent. After dinner, he got some cigars and bourbons, then went outside to smoke his cigars and ponder his problems.
He hadn't actually studied the quantum realm, and the fact that he used the Space Stone to open a portal, with the Ancient One helping him open a portal, made the consequences unpredictable and impossible to replicate.
However, the way back must be in the quantum realm. Putting aside the difficulty of traveling directly between universes, the technology alone is simply not feasible.
(End of this chapter)