Yet the 2B standing before him was a robot he had built with his own hands—strictly speaking, nothing more than a cold machine.
Yet now that she was moving, he unexpectedly found himself blushing at her mechanical body.
What in the world was wrong with him?
Did he have some kind of closet pervert living inside him?
*No, no, no, that’s not it.
I’m not a pervert.
It must be because I made her look too realistic.* *Yes, that has to be it!* “Creator, I have detected an elevated heart rate and severe hyperemia in your lower body.
Do you require 2B to assist you with this?” Just as Loren was wrestling with his inner turmoil, 2B suddenly looked at him with an expression of genuine concern.
At the same time, her slender, scallion-white fingers reached out, about to touch his sensitive area.
Before she could touch him, however, Loren took a swift step back, nimbly dodging her fingers.
He was in a pretty excited state right now.
If 2B actually touched him, he might lose control on the spot.
If that happened, he would never live down the embarrassment.
Besides, the 2B before him was a general-purpose combat android he had constructed.
Her purpose was to fight and protect him.
She wasn’t an adult novelty android meant for *that* kind of thing; there was a huge difference between the two.
Of course, if he really insisted on having 2B do something embarrassing, it probably wouldn’t be a problem either.
Still, he hadn’t prepared himself mentally for that.
She was made of steel, after all—no matter how tough he was, he couldn’t hit iron!
“Stop right there.
The best way you can help me is by putting on some clothes.” As Loren spoke, he handed 2B the Gothic dress he had prepared.
“Understood, Creator.
2B will comply with all of the Creator’s arrangements.” 2B obediently took the clothes Loren handed her and swiftly put them on.
Within a few minutes, 2B stood before Loren dressed in the exact same Gothic style as in her original world.
Looking at 2B in her dress, Loren finally felt a little better.
However, the fire 2B had stirred up inside him refused to die down.
Looks like he would have to call a few maids over tonight to help extinguish the flames.
Dressed, 2B resembled a radiant elven goddess.
She twirled gracefully before Loren with light, dancing steps.
Then, with a gentle and joyous expression, she said, “Creator, these clothes are beautiful.
2B likes them very much.
Thank you for your gift, Creator.” Because her AI system allowed 2B to simulate the demeanor and behavior of a real human woman, she currently looked every bit like an elegant, intellectual beauty.
She was clearly a robot, yet every gesture carried a grace and charm that many human women lacked.
The feeling was truly fascinating.
At the same time, it was quite ironic: qualities that ordinary human women were gradually losing were possessed by an android.
Unbelievable.
Seeing 2B happily twirling in front of him, Loren couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotion.
He had to admit, the AI system was astonishingly lifelike, to the point where it was almost impossible to tell real from artificial.
Judging purely from her appearance, speech, and actions, who could tell she was a robot?
Still, that was for the best; it made it convenient for him to keep her by his side at all times.
After all, his primary purpose in creating 2B was for her to be his personal bodyguard and protect his safety.
Before this, he had been worried that 2B’s behavior might be too mechanical and easily noticed by others.
Now, there was no need to worry at all.
2B was practically indistinguishable from a real human.
That way, he could have her follow him around as his personal secretary at all times.
With that thought in mind, he immediately issued a command to 2B.
“2B, from now on, you will stay by my side in the capacity of a secretary to carry out your protection duties.
Understood?” “Understood.
From this moment on, protecting the Creator’s life will be my absolute top priority.
Even if I am torn to pieces, I will fulfill my mission.” “Very good.
Since you will be with me all the time from now on, just call me ‘Boss’ starting now.” “Understood, Boss!” “Alright, put on these black military goggles.
They suit your vibe better.” As Loren spoke, he handed the military goggles he had crafted himself to 2B.
In her original world, 2B always wore something resembling a blindfold.
In reality, it wasn’t a blindfold, but standard-issue military visor goggles used primarily for recon.
Upon hearing Loren’s order, 2B didn’t hesitate for a second and immediately put on the black military visor.
Instantly, the 2B who had appeared intellectual and elegant now acquired an aura of cold lethality.
Looking at her now, Loren nodded with great satisfaction.
“Now that’s more like it.
This is the 2B I remember—the true queen of the 3D realm!” Loren muttered to himself with a smirk.
“Boss, what does ‘queen of the 3D realm’ mean?” 2B asked, looking at him with a touch of curiosity.
“Nothing.
Girls shouldn’t ask about such things.
Anyway, it doesn’t mean you, okay?” Loren gave an awkward laugh and brushed it off.
“But I clearly heard you mention me just now,” 2B said, her face showing a hint of suspicion.
“Is that so?
Then you misheard.
I was clearly talking about Tifa.
Looks like your auditory system is malfunctioning; I’ll fix it for you later.” “Is that right?” “Of course.” “Then who is Tifa?” “Didn’t I just say?
She’s the queen of the 3D realm!” “Alright.
It seems my auditory system really has glitched.” 2B tapped her ear lightly, looking like a cute young girl.
Just as Loren was admiring his creation, a phone rang inside the secret laboratory.
Hearing the ringtone, Loren frowned.
This was the intercom line Freddy used to contact him from outside the lab.
Over the past month, in order to build 2B, he had barely taken a single step out of the lab.
All his meals had been brought to the door by Freddy, his butler, and Loren had fetched them inside himself.
It was only 10:00 AM right now, nowhere near mealtime, so Freddy calling him at this hour meant there was something important.
He answered the call, and Freddy’s grave voice came through the receiver.
“Young Master, the murderer who shot the Master has been caught.” That single line immediately caused Loren’s face to darken completely.
“Where is he?” “He is currently held at the police station being interrogated.
Would you like to take a look?” “Yes.
Prepare the car immediately.
I will interrogate him personally.”