Two days later...
Morgan Manor's underground laboratory, two in the morning.
Loren stood before the Life Cradle Project's console, his eyes fixed on the complex data and parameters displayed on the holographic screen.
The Life Cradle was the Marvel Universe's most advanced nanoregenerative technology, originally capable only of producing robots.
But after his improvements and optimization, the Life Cradle was no longer limited to manufacturing mechanical life.
It could create a complete human body of flesh and blood, even implanting specific memories and a personality into that body.
Silver-white light seeped from the edges of the console, illuminating Loren's face.
His fingers danced rapidly across the holographic keyboard as lines of parameters flashed across the screen, confirmed, and locked in.
He was constructing a new life—not an Android, not a robot, not any form of mechanical existence.
But a genuine organic female life-form of flesh and blood, with independent consciousness and a soul.
A figure came to Loren's mind—Eve, the heroine of the game Stellar Blade.
Her image slowly rotated on the holographic screen: long raven-black hair, delicate features, and a slender figure.
She wore a black skintight suit resembling tactical gear.
Her eyes were deep brown, glimmering amber in the screen's light.
Her expression was calm and resolute, the corners of her lips faintly curved downward—not in sadness, but concentration.
Loren looked at her face, and something flickered in his eyes.
He had not chosen her by chance. Eve was a warrior, an expert at hunting monsters, a powerful fighter capable of facing an entire world alone.
Her will was strong enough, and her swordsmanship refined enough to bring the Necrosword's power to its fullest.
So giving the Necrosword to her was a good choice.
His fingers paused over the keyboard before he entered the final line of commands.