The lair buzzed with an unusual kind of energy — the chaotic, semi-explosive kind.
Necromantis: "Greg! Hand me the crystal of eternal combustion! And the duct tape. In that order."
Greg, the reptilian assistant, rolled over on a hover-scooter, balancing a glowing orb in one claw and a suspiciously large roll of tape in the other.
Greg: "You're sure this combination won't vaporize the kitchen again?"
Necromantis: "We don't use the word 'again' in this lab, Greg."
On the other side of the room, Yoonso was hunched over a small table, surrounded by sparks and wires.
Yoonso: "Almost done. Just need to recalibrate the humor chip… There! Behold! The Gigglebot 9000! It detects awkward silences and tells a dad joke."
Necromantis: "What?!"
The robot beeped twice and said in a cheerful tone:
Gigglebot: "Why did the hero bring a ladder to the battle? Because he wanted to rise to the occasion!"
Jihan: "…It's like being at a family reunion with uncles I didn't ask for."
Just then, a blaring alarm rang out. The ceiling opened like a grumpy eyelid, and Greta descended slowly on a bureaucratic platform, holding a clipboard of doom.
Greta: "Necromantis."
Necromantis: "Why do I suddenly feel like I'm failing a test I never studied for?"
Greta: "Because you are. You filed your latest invention request under 'Mystical Mayhem' instead of 'Experimental Appliance'. Again."
Necromantis: "I'm inventing an electric toaster that zaps anyone who grabs toast too fast. That feels pretty mystical."
Greta: "Does it toast bread?"
Necromantis: "…It can."
Greta: "Then it goes under 'Appliance'."
Greg slowly raised a hand.
Greg: "Can I list my flamethrower spatula as a culinary device?"
Greta: "If you can flip eggs with it, I don't care."
Jihan, watching all this with wide eyes, leaned toward Yoonso.
Jihan: "Is this how adult life works?"
Yoonso: "I hope so. It's got lasers and filing systems."
Gigglebot: "Why don't villains do paperwork? Because they can't handle the forms of justice!"
Greta: "That robot just made my list."
Necromantis: "We're all on your list, Greta."
She adjusted her glasses with silent menace.
Greta: "And don't you forget it. Now — signatures, triplicate forms, and one witness from the Ministry of Volcanic Properties."
Greg: "That's me. I forged the volcano."
Greta: "Of course you did."
As the trio got back to their half-science, half-chaos projects, Jihan quietly smiled to himself.
It was weird. It was loud. It was dangerous.
But… it kinda felt like home.
Necromantis: "Greg, have you finished testing the new defense system for the dining room?"
Greg: "If you mean the Shocking Toaster… yeah. It now sings a warning jingle before it zaps greedy hands."
Yoonso: "Does it still make toast?"
Necromantis: "Golden brown and morally educational."
Gigglebot: "Why did the villain get electrocuted by his breakfast? Because he wanted power toast!"
...
At home in the evening.
Sure! Here's the same scene translated into English, in a warm and whimsical tone:
Lucian: "You know, Jihaan, I once dreamed of being a hero too. Before I became a mentor… and a slightly mad scientist."
Jihaan: "Really? But you sound like a villain from an old cartoon."
Lucian: "Ah, that's just the voice. A bit of drama, a bit of echo. Deep down, I always wanted to help people. It just gets complicated when everyone's scared of you."
Jihaan: "But I'm not scared of you."
Lucian: "Exactly. And maybe this time, things can be different."
Jihan: "Am I like your student?"
Lucian: "Yes, you could say that. I had a lot of textbooks. Including necromantis Morty."
Jihan: "Was he your student?"
Lucian: "Brrrr... There was such a time"
Jihaan: "Did you have any students before Necromantis?"
Lucian: "Ha! Necromantis was my first student. And the most stubborn one. Once, he turned my lab into a giant candy machine."
Jihaan: "That… sounds kinda fun?"
Lucian: "Only if you didn't have to clean caramel off the walls for two years."