Pablo laid on the floor, coughing and panting but he had a smile on his face.
For he had created a Magnum Opus. According to him at least.
The children ghosts heard him and Jenny asked :
"Mega Anus? That sounds nasty."
"You are wrong in so many ways, Jenny."
"Am I wrong?" Jenny asked.
"I have created Magnum Opus. Not what you said."
"Okay. But what is Mag-"
"Wait a second, Jenny. Let me talk." Plato said. He was also there.
"What did you create? Did you find the solution of white mist?" He asked Pablo.
"Not exactly. But I am close."
"Tell me what you found. Stop resting."
"Shut up. The smoke almost killed me. I deserve some rest."
Pablo closed his eyes and stayed lying on the floor.
Plato wanted to know what Pablo had created but Jenny stopped him from disturbing Pablo.
Plato could have looked inside the cauldron but all he saw was a black thing. Only Pablo could explain it in words.
So they waited for Pablo to finish his rest.
The slaves and Sera said nothing and after five minutes, Pablo finally stood up.
"Alright. Let’s do the thing."
"Yes. Tell me." Plato couldn’t wait anymore.
"Just see for yourself."
Pablo wore the leather glove he had created before and picked the black hard round thing from the cauldron.
THUMP!
He placed it on the table and it made a very loud sound.
"This is heavy."
"But what is this?" Plato asked.
"I don’t know. It’s a mixture of all the hard things I had. I haven’t given it a name yet."
"What can it do?" Plato asked one more thing.
"Why are you asking so many questions? I am trying to do some research here. Jenny, stop him."
Pablo ignored Plato after that.
"Sera, touch it and see if it’s hot or not."
"Okay." Sera obliged and poked at the black thing.
"It’s hot. And very hard." She said.
Pablo nodded and removed the leather glove from his hand.
After that, he placed the glove on the black thing.
"I want a sharp knife." He said, looking at Jenny.
"Okay." Jenny snapped her fingers and a long knife with dust on it appeared on the table.
"Clean it, Sera." Pablo said.
Sera used the long cloth that Jenny gave Pablo earlier and cleared the dust from the knife.
Pablo finally held it and traced the outlines of the glove on the black substance.
It was hard to do. Pablo used a great amount of strength and focus to do that and his Black Ego physique helped him in that.
It took him forty minutes to finish the things and now Pablo had a glove made from that black thing.
He wore it and took a deep breath.
"Let’s hope it works this time." He said.
Sera nodded and all the ghosts waited for whatever Pablo was trying to do.
"This glove is heavy and hard. And hot as well. Someone will die if I punch with this on."
He brought his hand near the plastic bottle and dipped one finger inside the white mist.
’Make it more than ten seconds. Please.’
Plato, Sera and both Angels stared at the mist and Pablo’s finger. They knew full well what the mist could do.
Pablo made sure to keep his senses on for any harm and he also counted the time.
’Five. Four. Three. Two.’
Only one second was left for ten seconds.
’One.’
Pablo waited for something to happen but after a few more seconds, nothing happened.
"You did it."
"Nothing happened."
"Ten seconds are up. You win."
Cupid, Andrezj and Sera all spoke at the same time.
Cupid and Sera were all smiles but Pablo and Andrezj were not all that happy.
"It’s only ten seconds. Don’t rejoice too soon. We need something that can stop the mist for a long time. Just hope that this thing fills that criteria."
Pablo brought them back to reality and he kept his finger inside the mist.
"So you are trying to make something that can stop the mist from harming the body. I understand now." Plato said.
"Yeah. It will help me to dive deep inside your village."
"Thank you for doing this. I don’t know what you will gain from this in return but if it means my village will return to normal then it’s all good." Plato genuinely showed his gratitude to Pablo.
Pablo didn’t reply to him. He just focused on the mist and his finger.
’Keep noting the time, Angel.’ He said.
’Yes. Don’t worry.’ Cupid replied.
Pablo closed his eyes and all his attention was now on his finger.
He didn’t know how much time went on. All his senses were on the black glove and his finger.
’Hmm? The glove is cold now. Good.’
Pablo wasn’t feeling the hotness of the glove anymore.
"Ahngh."
He brought his finger out with a groan. He finally felt his nails getting damaged again.
"How much time?" He asked immediately.
"Five minutes." Cupid answered.
"That’s not enough at all. It should be at least ten minutes."
"But the glove worked. It means that it only needs some changes to make it stop the mist for a long time." Sera was positive.
"Yes. But what are those changes?"
"We just have to figure that out."
"You try it." Pablo gave the black glove to Sera.
Sera wore it.
"Oh. It’s not hot anymore. Nice."
Sera was fine with the glove being hard and she dipped one of her fingers inside the bottle.
"Aow!"
She instantly brought it out.
"What? How is this possible?" She was shocked.
She thought she would be able to keep her finger inside for a long time just like Pablo.
"Why does this happen?" She asked "You were able to keep it for five minutes but my time remained the same. How?"
"I think I know why this happened." Pablo said.
"Why?" Sera asked again.
"Give me that."
Sera gave the glove back to Pablo.
Pablo wore it again and did the same thing.
"Count till ten." He said.
His finger was inside the mist now and after ten seconds, he took out his hand.
"As I thought."
"What?" Plato asked.
"It harmed me in ten seconds. No five minutes this time."
"Oh. Right. But why is that?" Sera asked for the reason.
Pablo removed the glove from his hands and revealed the reason :
"It’s not hot anymore."
Sera’s brows shot up.
"That makes sense. It could be the case."
"It is the case. As soon as the glove became cold, the damage happened to me. While it was hot, nothing happened." Pablo gave more details.
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"But now that you know this? How will you move forward? You can’t wear a piping hot glove." Plato shared his thoughts.
"I know. That’s why I will try something else now."
"What?" Plato asked.
Pablo didn’t reply and took something out from his bracelet.
"Why do you need this now?" Sera asked.
"To burn this glove." Pablo had Glory matches on his hand and he gave it to Sera.
He wore the black glove again.
"Put it on fire." He said.
"What? But you are wearing it? It will harm you." Sera didn’t agree with Pablo’s order.
"Andre will heal me and I will make something later to remain safe from the fire. For now just do what I say." Pablo wanted to finish his findings as soon as possible.
Sera could sense that so she also didn’t argue for long.
"Andre, you have to heal him. That’s my wish." She said and lit up one glory match.
She brought it near the glove and showed it fire.
In no time, the black glove caught fire and Pablo wrinkled his face.
"So fcuking hot."
Pablo cursed and waited for the glove to catch fire all over.
All five fingers of the glove caught fire and Pablo put one finger inside the mist as well.
The plastic container melted by the heat but Pablo didn’t move his finger from the mist.
"Keep noting the time." Pablo spoke and closed his eyes.
He would not focus on the heat anymore.
Everyone counted time and by now everyone had understood the assignment.
The mist harms Pablo in ten seconds and if Pablo didn’t remove his finger after the ten second mark then it was a good thing.
They all counted till ten and Pablo hadn’t taken out his finger.
"It’s working." Sera rejoiced.
Plato was a little happy too.
After the ten seconds mark, they all waited for five minutes.
Mostly they wanted Pablo to keep his finger inside the mist for ten minutes. That was the minimum time Pablo had decided himself.
’The glove is so thick. The fire isn’t coming inside but the heat is too much. I don’t want to take out my hand because of the heat.’
Pablo tried his best to ignore the heat but some things couldn’t be ignored. The heat was really too much.
"Do you want Andre to make you cool?" Sera asked.
Pablo smiled, even in pain. "I like the smell of gasoline."
Sera frowned. "What is gasoline?"
"Don’t worry. What I am trying to say is…" Pablo looked at Sera and his smile never ended.
"I have always liked to play with fire."