The moment that loli voice rang out, a blonde girl with pigtails—less than 1.5 meters tall—stepped slowly into view.
Unlike the Commander's older sister, who was statuesque and voluptuous, this girl was petite and undeniably cute: flat-chested, with only the faintest hint of curves.
In Loren's world, she'd be the textbook example of a "flat-chested girl"—the kind people jokingly compared to a Want Want Little Bun.
When Loren first designed this loli character, he'd been hesitant. After all, he was a self-professed pervert.
A figure like hers didn't usually appeal to him—he preferred women with the kind of curves that could smother a man, like the Commander's sister.
But then it hit him: he was surrounded by women whose busts were so absurdly generous they could literally suffocate someone.
Maybe a change of pace would offer a fresh experience. Besides, he'd been needing a personal maid-service android.
With Mary Rose now on the team, that vacancy could finally be filled.
The human maids in the manor? They were just that—human. Hired from the outside, their loyalty was never guaranteed.
Even Freddy, the family butler who'd served for decades, had ultimately betrayed them. Who knew what a seemingly harmless girl like little Karami might do?
That's why Loren trusted the androids he built himself. Their programming was absolute—betrayal wasn't just unlikely; it was impossible by design.
Just then, the laboratory door exploded inward from a sudden gust of wind—and A2 strode in.
"Damn it—they've taken them all!" Lauren shouted.
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Time passed. The dimly lit laboratory fell into silence.
"Boss… why hasn't the girl in the last incubation pod woken up yet?"
Tifa nestled close to Loren, her expression curious.
Over the past three months, Lauren had been researching nano-vibranium lifeforms. Both she and 2B had already received their new bodies.
The Commander's sister and Mary Rose—recently synthesized by Lauren—had also awakened without issue.
Logically, the blonde woman in the final pod should've stirred by now.
Yet even after hours of team sparring, the figure inside remained motionless, eyes tightly shut, unmoving.
Loren—Lawrence, as he was sometimes called—finally spoke.
"Because she's different from all of you. While she is a bioengineered lifeform like the rest… the technology used on her goes far deeper."
He paused, then added with quiet intensity:
"She's Android 18."
"Android 18? Is that her name?" The group exchanged glances, intrigued.
"Yes," Loren confirmed. "During these three months of seclusion, I spent nearly two-thirds of my time on Unit-18."
"I equipped her with an entirely new energy system—the Permanent Energy Furnace."
He gestured toward the pod. "Unlike your nano-vibranium cores—which can sustain you for centuries—this furnace generates unlimited energy. As the name implies… it never runs out."
"The only catch?" he added with a faint smirk. "She needs to replenish water. It's her fuel source."
"Because the furnace's output is so immense," he continued, "Unit-18's awakening process takes significantly longer. But once she rises…"
His voice dropped.
"…it'll be like unleashing a primordial beast. On this entire planet, only a handful of beings could possibly stand against her."
"What?! Stronger than us?" 2B's eyes widened.
After all—they were now nano-vibranium lifeforms, effectively immortal, capable of crushing most Earth-born heroes with ease.
And yet… this still-sleeping Android 18 was stronger?
"Yes," Loren said firmly. "She's a star-destroying entity."
"A star destroyer?!" Tifa gasped. "You mean… she could destroy Earth?"
"Theoretically? Absolutely," Loren nodded. "But I won't let her. Rest assured."
"But… is planetary destruction even possible for one person?" Mary Rose asked, skeptical.
"More common than you think," Loren replied. "Beings at that tier are what I call Celestial Father Level."
"Odin of Asgard. The Ancient One of Kamar-Taj. They operate at that scale. And if the Ancient One tapped into the Dark Dimension's full power? She'd transcend even that—reaching Dimensional Lord status."
"Dormammu. Mephisto. They're exactly that level."
"And beyond them?" he added, voice low. "There are single-universe, multiversal, and even omnipotent tiers."
The women fell silent, stunned.
"We thought we were at the top…" 2B murmured.
"Compared to them," Loren said gently, "we're still ants."
"That's why I move so carefully. One misstep… and everything collapses."
"Boss," Tifa asked quietly, "what level are we at now?"
"You've just scraped the surface," he said. "Technically? Sub-Celestial Father."
"Only that?" Mary Rose pouted. "We want to be stronger! Give us Permanent Energy Furnaces too—we want to serve you at Unit-18's level!"
Loren smiled.
"I was going to upgrade you all anyway. I held off only because constructing a Permanent Energy Furnace… drains me mentally. It takes time."
"But soon," he promised, "you'll wield the same power. And then—your true potential will awaken."
Their eyes lit up with excitement.
In the dead of night, a beam of starlight tore through the sky over Florida—
piercing the atmosphere like a divine spear—
and slammed into the barren earth with cataclysmic force.
A crater, a hundred meters wide, bloomed in the desert.
A
t its heart, half-buried in scorched soil, a hammer stood upright—
silent, ancient, and humming with power.
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