"Am I not dead? Where is this place? Loren Morgan… Did I travel through time?"
In a grand manor located in one of New York's wealthiest neighborhoods, a handsome young man sat on a large, plush bed, staring blankly at his pale hands.
Suddenly, as if unable to believe what he was seeing, he leapt out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, guided by inexplicable fragments of memory.
There, in the mirror, he saw a strikingly handsome face with sharp, three-dimensional features—completely unlike the one he remembered as his own. It was unmistakably Western.
"A Westerner? It seems I really have traveled through time," the young man muttered, touching his face in disbelief.
At that moment, a flood of memories surged into his mind. Within seconds, he gained a clear understanding of his current identity.
According to these merged memories, he now inhabited the Marvel Universe—though whether it was the main continuity or an alternate reality remained unclear.
One thing was certain: his new identity was extraordinarily privileged.
He was Loren Morgan, the sole heir to the Morgan family—one of the ten wealthiest and most influential dynasties in the United States.
His backstory bore an eerie resemblance to Bruce Wayne's from the DC Universe: just one day ago, his parents had been gunned down by unknown assailants while returning home from a dinner party.
The trauma of that event had been so overwhelming that he'd collapsed into a deep coma immediately upon hearing the news—creating the opening for his consciousness to cross over.
Now that everything was clear, his expression grew solemn.
He'd assumed that reincarnating as the heir to a powerful American dynasty would be the ultimate stroke of luck. Instead, he'd landed in the perilous Marvel Universe.
Worse still, his situation was far from simple. The head of one of America's top ten wealthiest families had been assassinated in broad daylight—surely not the work of random street gangsters.
He refused to believe there wasn't a larger conspiracy at play.
That meant his own life was in grave danger. If they could kill his parents, they could—and likely would—come for him next.
He needed to secure his position in this world immediately, or the consequences would be catastrophic.
Determined, he activated his "golden finger"—the cheat-like advantage every transmigrator deserved.
Indeed, as a time traveler, he came equipped with a powerful system. While integrating the original host's memories, he had simultaneously bonded with an extraordinary entity called the Super-Dimensional Technology System.
True to its name, it was a high-tech system with one ultimate goal: to transform its host into the supreme god of technology across all realities.
To that end, the system had already enhanced his intelligence to a level far beyond that of ordinary humans.
Moreover, the system promised rewards: whenever he participated in or even witnessed significant events within the Marvel Universe, he would receive advanced technologies from countless alternate dimensions.
At the same time, corresponding system points would be awarded. Once these points accumulated to a certain threshold, a new dimensional world could be unlocked, granting him access to even more advanced technology.
In short, the system's ultimate goal was to transform him into a technological overlord—transcending all others.
Upon grasping this, his consciousness shifted, and a virtual panel instantly materialized before him.
[Host]: Loren Morgan
[World]: Marvel Universe
[Dimensional World]: None
[Science and Technology]: None
[System Points]: 0
(Note: As this is the host's first system binding, a beginner's gift pack has been awarded!)
"A beginner's gift pack? I'll have to take a closer look."
Loren noticed the system had granted him a novice gift package. Without hesitation, he opened it.
Immediately, a system notification echoed in his mind:
[Congratulations! You've qualified for a random draw from the dimensional worlds. If you successfully draw a world, you'll receive a piece of high-tech equipment from that universe. Would you like to proceed with the draw now?]
"Yes—draw the lottery now!" Loren accepted without a second thought.
After all, his current situation was extremely dangerous, and he couldn't afford to miss any opportunity to grow stronger.
This was the perfect moment—and he certainly wouldn't let it slip away.
The instant he confirmed his choice, a screen appeared before him.
Names of various dimensional worlds began flashing rapidly across it—each one familiar from the sci-fi anime and films he'd watched in his past life:
Neon Genesis Evangelion, Transformers, Gundam, NieR: Automata, Resident Evil…
"So, the 'dimensional worlds' refer to sci-fi anime and movies? If that's the case, the high-tech rewards must be incredible!"
Loren's heart raced. After all, the technology in these fictional universes was nothing short of black tech!
Even the Marvel Universe he currently inhabited brimmed with astonishing innovations: Iron Man's armor, arc reactors, Super Soldier Serum, plasma shields, starships…
Mastering just one of these would give him a massive edge right now.
And the technologies from other dimensions? They could be even more extraordinary.
Just as his excitement peaked, the screen abruptly stopped flashing.
A stunning silver-haired woman wearing a black blindfold appeared on the display.
As a self-proclaimed "simp" in his previous life, he recognized her instantly—
It was none other than 2B from NieR: Automata.
At that very moment, another system alert sounded in his mind:
[Congratulations, Host! You have unlocked the new dimensional world: "NieR: Automata." Your reward: the blueprint for a general-purpose combat android.]
As the message concluded, a surge of new knowledge flooded into his brain.
In an instant, he fully grasped the complete manufacturing process for general-purpose combat androids—faster than martial arts masters transmitting their skills in wuxia dramas. It was nothing short of miraculous!
"So… does this mean I can build my own 2B in this world? Even assemble my own YoRHa army?" Loren murmured, his face alight with exhilaration.
Just then, an eager voice rang out from the doorway:
"Master, you're awake!"