Hearing that voice, Loren subconsciously turned his head.
Suddenly, he saw a white-haired old man staring at him with unmistakable excitement.
A memory surfaced in his mind unbidden.
In an instant, he recognized the elderly man before him.
It was none other than Freddy—the Morgan family's longtime butler, who had served them faithfully for forty years.
Freddy had been with the original owner's father since childhood and was regarded as one of the family's most trusted retainers—among the very few people the original owner could rely on.
"Yes! I'm awake, Butler Freddy. How long was I unconscious?" Loren asked, curiosity tinged with concern.
"Twenty hours, thank God," Freddy replied, his voice trembling with relief as he stepped into the room. "I'm overjoyed to see you awake, young master. Just yesterday, your personal physician said you were suffering from extreme mental stress and might remain in a coma for several days. None of us expected you to awaken so soon—it's truly wonderful news."
"Twenty hours? No wonder my back aches. That's a long time to be out cold," Loren muttered, surprised that this body had been unconscious for nearly an entire day.
"Master, are you unwell? Shall I summon your doctor at once?" Freddy's face creased with worry at the mention of pain.
Loren waved a hand dismissively. "No need. I've just been lying still too long—my muscles are stiff. Instead of calling a doctor, why not send up a couple of skilled masseuses?"
"Understood. I'll have the therapists here immediately," Freddy said, bowing slightly before leaving the room.
Within minutes, two young women—fair-skinned, strikingly attractive, and impeccably groomed—entered the chamber.
"Master," Freddy explained from the doorway, "these are new maids hired just a few days ago. Both hold professional rehabilitation certifications and have passed rigorous health screenings. They're in excellent condition and fully qualified to assist with your recovery."
"This… isn't what I meant!" Loren stammered, utterly taken aback.
He'd only been joking—but the butler had taken him literally and brought two stunning women.
And what was that about them being able to "do anything" for him? Did Freddy really mean…?
So this is life in a chaebol household?
Honestly, this new existence was turning out to be too good.
"Master," Freddy added solemnly, standing aside with reverent composure, "everything in this manor belongs to you—including their service, their loyalty, even their lives. To receive your favor is their highest honor."
Loren was once again stunned by the sheer magnitude of privilege this world afforded him. No wonder the Morgans ranked among America's top ten wealthiest families. There was barely any difference between them and the aristocrats of old.
If he were still the ordinary man he used to be, he'd probably be scoffing inwardly and cursing the excesses of the capitalist elite.
But he was now a capitalist, so he simply wanted to say: "Come on, just a few more!"
"Alright, let them serve us! By the way, go prepare a laboratory for me in the next few days. I'll send you a list of the specific materials I'll need later," Loren said after a moment's thought.
"A laboratory, Master? What are you planning to do?" Freddy asked, looking at Loren with confusion.
"Don't ask about things you shouldn't know. You'll find out soon enough. Just do as I say," Loren replied in a flat tone.
"I understand. I'll get started right away. You should get some rest," Freddy said, nodding slightly—still puzzled—but left the room without another word.
Time flew, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.
During that time, Loren transformed the manor's basement into his own secret laboratory. No one was allowed inside—not even Freddy, his loyal butler.
Relying on the technology of the general-purpose combat robot granted by the system, Loren finally succeeded in creating 2B after a month of relentless work.
In the lab, 2B stood before him—a figure assembled from countless precision mechanical components. Just like her counterpart from the original world, this 2B possessed a steel frame covered by a layer of lifelike artificial skin. The craftsmanship was so exquisite that, at first glance, she was indistinguishable from a human being.
Not only that—her beauty surpassed that of 99% of human women. She looked like a breathtaking work of art, elegant and alluring.
Loren stared at the stunning android before him. Even though he knew she was a machine—every part of her designed and built by his own hands—he still felt a strange sense of bewilderment. And despite himself, a few… less-than-pure thoughts crept into his mind.
How wonderful it would be if such a beauty could become truly human!
Gently stroking 2B's delicate cheek, Loren made a silent vow: One day, I'll upgrade her—transform her into a fully physical, living form. I must.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he reached out and pressed the small switch nestled between 2B's eyebrows—the activation point.
The motionless android slowly opened her eyes—deep blue, luminous like gemstones. She arched her slender waist like a waking serpent and let out a soft, languid yawn.
At that moment, her expression and movements were utterly human.
This was the brilliance of the general-purpose combat robot technology.
It didn't just replicate human appearance—it endowed machines with an advanced neural intelligence system capable of mimicking human behavior, speech, and even emotional development. Of course, consciousness didn't emerge instantly or guaranteed; it required time and carried an element of chance. Not every unit achieved true self-awareness.
Still, the mere possibility demonstrated the astonishing sophistication of the system—truly the core of this robotic technology.
And best of all, this intelligent brain architecture wasn't limited to combat units. It could be adapted to other machines. With the right resources, Loren realized, he could one day build an entire mechanical army of his own.
The thought sent a thrill through him.
Just as he was lost in this vision, 2B stepped toward him—her gait graceful, almost hypnotic.
Because she had only just been activated, she wore no clothing.
The sight hit him like a thunderbolt—so intense it nearly made his nose bleed!