“Wasn’t I dead?
Where am I?
Loren Morgan?
Did I transmigrate?” In a sprawling manor in an affluent New York neighborhood, a handsome young man sat dazed on a soft, plush bed, staring blankly at his palms.
As if unable to believe what was happening, he climbed out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, guided by the sudden influx of memory fragments in his mind.
Looking into the mirror, he saw a handsome face with sharp, defined features—a face entirely different from the one he remembered.
“I really did transmigrate,” the youth muttered, running a hand over his cheek.
A massive torrent of memories exploded in his head.
Within moments, he gained a clear understanding of his current identity.
From these merged memories, he learned that the world he was in was none other than the Marvel universe.
Whether it was the main Earth-616 Marvel universe, he couldn’t tell just yet.
One thing was certain, however: his new identity was extraordinarily prestigious.
He was the first in line to inherit the Morgan family—one of the top ten financial dynasties in the United States.
His full name was Loren Morgan.
And strangely enough, his backstory was eerily similar to Bruce Wayne, Batman of the DC Universe.
Just one day ago, on their way home from a gala, his parents were shot and killed by unknown assailants, dying on the spot.
The tragic loss had dealt such a severe psychic blow to the original owner of this body that, upon hearing the news, he had collapsed into a deep coma.
That collapse was what provided the opportunity for Loren to transmigrate into this body.
Having pieced everything together, his expression grew grim.
He had initially thought that waking up as the young heir to a mega-rich financial empire meant he had instantly reached the pinnacle of life.
He hadn’t expected to end up in the peril-fraught Marvel universe.
More importantly, his situation was far from simple.
The head of one of the top ten mega-corporations in the United States didn’t just get gunned down on the street by random street thugs.
He would sooner believe pigs could fly than believe no rival faction was behind this.
Which meant that as the sole heir to the Morgan family, he was in grave danger.
If they could murder his parents, they could certainly murder him.
He had to establish a firm foothold in this world as quickly as possible; otherwise, the consequences would be catastrophic.
With that thought, he immediately summoned his Golden Finger.
As a transmigrator, he naturally had a Golden Finger, and he was no exception.
While assimilating the original host’s memories, he had bound a god-tier system called Trans-Dimensional Technology.
True to its name, this system was centered around advanced technology.
According to the system’s description, its purpose was to turn its host into the ultimate God of Technology in existence.
To achieve this goal, his intelligence had been enhanced right off the bat upon binding.
Not only that, the system specified that whenever he participated in or witnessed major events in the Marvel world, he would be rewarded with high-tech items and knowledge from various dimensional worlds.
He would also earn System Points, which, once accumulated to a certain threshold, could unlock new dimensional worlds to grant him even more advanced technology.
In short, the system’s ultimate objective was to forge him into a technological overlord reigning supreme over all things.
Realizing this, he focused his mind, and a virtual panel instantly materialized before his eyes: [Host: Loren Morgan] [World: Marvel Universe] [Dimensional Worlds: None] [Technologies: None] [System Points: 0] (Note: As this is the host’s first system binding, a Starter Gift Pack has been awarded!) “A Starter Gift Pack?
I’d better take a close look.” Seeing that the system had provided a Starter Gift Pack, Loren didn’t hesitate to open it.
Instantly, a system prompt chimed in his mind: [Congratulations!
You have received one random dimensional world draw.
Drawing any world will reward you with a piece of advanced technology from that world.
Would you like to draw now?] “Yes, draw now!” Loren selected the option without a second thought.
His situation was precarious; he needed to grasp every opportunity to grow stronger.
And this was the best opportunity available—he naturally couldn’t let it slip by.
The moment he initiated the draw, a screen appeared before him.
Names of various dimensional worlds began rapidly flashing across the screen.
They were all sci-fi anime and movies he had watched in his past life: *Neon Genesis Evangelion*, *Transformers*, *Gundam*, *Nier: Automata*, *Resident Evil*, and more.
“So the so-called dimensional worlds refer to sci-fi anime and movies?
If that’s the case, the rewards from these tech trees are going to be insane!” Loren couldn’t help but feel a surge of wild excitement.
The tech in these sci-fi franchises was genuine black technology!
Even ignoring other dimensions, the Marvel world he was currently in already possessed plenty of game-breaking black technology—like the Iron Man armor, Arc Reactors, enhancement serums, plasma shields, starships, and so on.
Mastering even a single one of those technologies would be a huge boon to his current situation.
Not to mention the technology from other sci-fi works, some of which were even more absurd than Marvel’s.
As he exulted, the screen before him suddenly stopped spinning.
A silver-haired beauty wearing a black blindfold appeared on the display.
Having been a man of culture in his past life, he instantly recognized who she was.
It was 2B from *Nier: Automata*.
Right on cue, a system notification chimed in his mind: [Congratulations!
You have drawn the dimensional world: Nier: Automata.
Reward: Manufacturing blueprints for General-Purpose Combat Androids.] As the prompt faded, Loren immediately felt a wave of new knowledge flooding into his brain.
In the blink of an eye, he completely mastered the manufacturing methods for General-Purpose Combat Androids.
It was even faster than a martial arts master transferring decades of inner force—truly mind-boggling!
“Does this mean I can build my own 2B in this world?
Build my very own YoRHa squad?” Loren muttered to himself, his face flushed with excitement.
Just then, an excited voice echoed from the doorway: “Young Master, you’re awake!”