He reached out and took the prosthetic arm from the box.
It was unclear what material the arm was made of, but despite its lightweight nature, the surface skin had a texture almost like that of a real arm.
More importantly, as soon as he touched it, a pale, blue, translucent interface instantly appeared.
[Sweet Surrender]
[World: Devil May Cry 1/5]
[Manufacturer: Nicoletta Goldstein]
[Core Component: Mechanical Prosthetic Arm]
[Synthesis Materials: 1 Small Grappling Hook Launcher, 1 Small Hydraulic Transmission Rod, 1 Miniature Healing Device, 1 Vibrating Rod]
[Item Description: This is a gentle prosthetic hand, and it was specially designed by Nicoleta for the often careless Nero. It offers flexibility surpassing that of a real hand. The material is soft and skin-friendly, with a vibration function that soothes pain.]
[Note: This prosthetic arm genuinely has healing capabilities.]
Luca quickly glanced at the information on the screen, and his expression instantly changed.
'What the hell do they mean by 'Sweet Surrender'? Who in their right mind designs a mechanical prosthetic with that kind of functionality?!'
'Wait... Isn't Devil May Cry supposed to be an action game?!'
Luca had only heard about the Devil May Cry games before but never played them.
He really didn't understand what the game creators were thinking.
Given that his current persona was that of someone who had just lost his father, Luca forcibly suppressed his overwhelming urge to rant.
He struggled to keep his expression calm and sincerely expressed his gratitude to Pepper Potts.
"Thank you very much. In fact, I didn't do much to help Mr. Stark, so I'm surprised he even remembered me."
After finishing speaking, Luca simply rolled up his sleeve and attached the prosthetic arm to the stump of his right arm in front of everyone.
Surprisingly, the arm was a perfect fit for him, and it was nearly impossible to tell it apart from a natural arm at first glance.
The neural responsiveness was also flawlessly designed.
Luca flexed his arm and fingers with ease. There was almost no noticeable delay, and the range of motion wasn't just gripping like an ordinary prosthetic.
Clearly, Tony Stark had really put a lot of thought into making this gift.
However, considering Luca's young age, perhaps the prosthetic was designed primarily to simulate a normal arm.
It had no additional functions whatsoever, and even its maximum output strength was comparable to that of a regular human arm.
Of course, for an ordinary person, such a prosthetic was more than sufficient.
Luca figured he might use it later to build something else, but for now, having this arm would definitely make his daily life a lot easier.
"I truly appreciate Mr. Stark's thoughtfulness—I don't even know how to properly thank him."
Even though he hadn't expected Tony Stark to be so invested, Luca didn't mind taking advantage of the generosity of a billionaire.
Seeing that Luca was pleased with Tony's gift, Pepper showed a hint of relief in her expression.
"I'll be sure to pass your thanks along to Mr. Stark..."
Pepper said warmly, "but there's really no need to dwell on it. Just knowing that you like the gift is the best news Tony could hope for."
Thinking of how Tony had become strangely anxious after the Battle of New York, burying himself in work with little rest, Pepper sighed inwardly.
Anyway, she reached into her handbag and took out two business cards, handing them to Luca.
"These are mine and Tony's cards. He specifically asked me to tell you that this prosthetic arm comes with a lifetime warranty from Stark Industries. If you ever need repairs or a replacement, just reach out to me anytime."
After a brief pause, she added in a gentle voice, "And if you ever need help with anything else, don't hesitate to contact either me or Tony directly."
After hearing her words, the guests let out gasps of surprise.
On the other hand, Luca listened to Pepper Potts' kind and sincere words, then carefully took the two shiny gold business cards she gave him.
'I didn't expect that after only two brief meetings, Tony Stark would go this far.'
'It seems that, aside from being a bit rude in talking and personality, Tony Stark really isn't a bad guy at all."
Thinking about how Tony acted in the movies, Luca didn't say much more. After expressing his thanks, he neatly put the two business cards away without hesitation.
To him, even if he never used the help, just having Pepper say all this in front of so many people already meant a lot.
Given the size of Stark Industries and the reputation of both Tony and Pepper, even the mere appearance of having their backing would be a tremendous advantage for his future plans.
After once again offering her condolences for his father's passing, Pepper gracefully excused herself and bid him a polite goodbye.
As soon as she left, the guests who had been quietly holding back took the opportunity to follow her lead and began to make their exits as well.
There are some guests came forward to hand over their business cards, while others simply wanted to exchange a few words and make an appearance.
After a few moments, the entire funeral venue had emptied out. Luca watched them all leave, let out a faint, amused chuckle, and shook his head.
'Relying on someone else's influence is ultimately too hollow. In the end, only your own strength can really give me a place in the world,'
After seeing everyone off, Luca turned his gaze back to the now-empty suitcase in front of him.
Inside, the contents included more than just a basic manual and maintenance guide; a separate USB flash drive was also included.
There was a label that clearly read: "Study Materials," indicating that it contained a complete analysis of the design and manufacturing process of the prosthetic arm.
'Tony Stark can't seriously think I'd be able to understand this or even build something like this prosthetic arm myself… can he?'
That said, Luca had to admit that his new fourteen-year-old brain was indeed quite sharp.
Moreover, thanks to his dad's teaching from a young age, Luca already knew a bit of knowledge in electronics and mechanics.
However, he was still only at the level of someone who just graduated college.
Given the complexity of this prosthetic's technology, even with the full design process laid out, Luca couldn't just replicate it from scratch with his own hands.
'Hmm… The company's R&D department was now basically a mess after losing its leader, my father, Herman.'
'Even if I handed over the complete set of data to those researchers, it was unlikely they could perfectly replicate the prosthetic. It would still be a considerable challenge for them.'
Just as Luca was thinking about all this…
Meanwhile...
Samira was running into a bit of trouble.