Hearing the voice, Loren instinctively turned his head.
He saw a white-haired elderly man looking at him with an expression of intense excitement.
A surge of memories immediately surfaced in his mind.
In a split second, he knew who the old man was.
The man was Fred, the professional butler of the Morgan family, who had served them for forty years.
He had been at his father’s side back when the old patriarch was still young—a veteran retainer of the Morgan family and one of the very few people the original owner could trust.
“Yeah, I’m awake.
Butler Fred, how long was I out?” Loren asked, looking at him with a hint of curiosity.
“Twenty hours.
Thank God!
I’m so relieved to see you awake, Young Master,” Fred said emotionally as he stepped into the room.
“Yesterday, the private doctor said you suffered severe mental shock and might be in a coma for several days.
I never expected you to wake up so soon.
This is truly wonderful.” “Twenty hours?
No wonder my back aches.
That’s a pretty long time,” Loren said, slightly surprised that this body had been unconscious for so long.
“Young Master, are you feeling unwell?
I’ll call your doctor over immediately to check on you.” Seeing Loren mention his aching body, Fred looked worried.
Loren waved his hand.
“No need.
It’s just stiff muscles from lying down for too long.
Instead of a doctor, why not bring me a few pretty masseuses?” “Understood.
I will have the masseuses brought up right away,” Fred replied before bowing out of the room.
A few minutes later, Fred returned, accompanied by two young White women with stunning figures and breathtaking faces.
“Young Master, these two were hired as maids a few days ago.
They hold professional rehabilitation licenses, have passed full medical examinations, and are in perfect health.
They are at your total service for anything you require.” “This…
isn’t this a bit much?” Loren stared at the two stunning women, temporarily at a loss for words.
He had only been joking, but the butler had actually brought him two drop-dead gorgeous women.
And saying they could do *anything* for him—it couldn’t be clearer what that implied!
As expected of a top financial dynasty.
Life at the top was absurdly sweet.
“Young Master, everything in this estate belongs to you, including their bodies and their lives.
You may dispose of them as you see fit.
Earning your favor is their honor.” Fred stood to the side with devout deference, seeing nothing wrong with his words.
Hearing this, Loren’s worldview took another hit.
As expected of one of America’s top ten plutocratic families—how was this any different from ancient nobility?
If he were still just an ordinary guy, he would have scoffed in disdain and cursed the damn capitalists.
But since he *was* the capitalist now, he could only think: *Send more!* “Alright, let them attend to me then.
Oh, and over the next few days, set up a laboratory for me.
I’ll write down the list of materials I need in a bit,” Loren said after a moment’s thought.
“A laboratory?
Young Master, what do you plan to do?” Fred asked in confusion.
“Don’t pry into things you shouldn’t.
You’ll find out in due time.
Just go do it,” Loren said nonchalantly.
“Understood.
I’ll get right on it.
Please get some rest.” Fred nodded, still perplexed, and left the room.
*** Time flew by, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Over the course of the month, Loren converted the mansion’s basement into his private, secret laboratory.
No one was allowed inside except himself—not even Fred, the butler.
Relying on the general-purpose combat android technology granted by the system, after a month of painstaking effort, he finally built 2B.
Inside the lab, 2B stood before Loren, assembled from countless high-precision mechanical components.
Just like in her original world, 2B possessed a steel frame covered by a layer of synthetic skin.
Due to the exquisite craftsmanship, she looked no different from a normal human being on the surface.
More than that, her captivating beauty eclipsed ninety-nine percent of human women, making her look like a breathtaking work of art.
Staring at the stunning 2B before him, even knowing she was an android whose components he had assembled with his own hands…
…he couldn’t help a few wicked thoughts from creeping into his mind.
How amazing would it be if a bombshell like this could become a real, living woman?
Gently caressing 2B’s exquisite face, a bold plan began to take shape in Loren’s mind.
In the future, he would definitely upgrade her into a flesh-and-blood body.
He had to.
With that thought, he pressed the activation switch located at the center of 2B’s forehead.
At his touch, the motionless android slowly opened her eyes, which gleamed like bright blue sapphires.
At the same time, as if just waking from a deep sleep, she stretched her slender waist and let out a soft, lazy yawn.
In that moment, her expressions and physical gestures were completely indistinguishable from those of a real woman.
That was the true brilliance of the general-purpose combat android technology.
It wasn’t just capable of crafting a flawless human exterior; its AI core system was an absolute masterwork.
It allowed the combat androids to act and speak exactly like humans, and could even enable them to develop their own emotional consciousness.
Of course, that required time and involved a matter of probability; not every android was guaranteed to awaken self-awareness.
Even so, it was more than enough to show how insanely advanced the android’s AI core was.
One could say the AI core was the absolute crux of the technology.
Moreover, this AI core was not limited to combat androids—it could be ported over to other intelligent machinery as well.
Used properly, he could build an entire mechanical army of his own using this very system in the future.
The mere thought sent a thrill of excitement through him.
Just as his imagination was running wild, 2B took a sensuous, alluring step forward, coming right up to him.
Since she had just been assembled, she wasn’t wearing any clothes.
The sight presented him with an overwhelming visual shock, making it hard for him to maintain his composure!