MARVEL: SUPER DIMENSIONAL TECHNOLOGY SYSTEM
Loren, a scion of one of Marvel City’s most powerful chaebol families, expected a launchpad life: money, influence, invitations to ribbon-cuttings. He never expected to be handed Bruce Wayne’s script. In the blink of an eye, his parents were cut down on a crowded street—a brutal, public death that turned the world into a ledger of cold, exacting debts.
Every power in the city smelled opportunity. Corporate rivals, shadowy fixer crews, and costumed opportunists circled him like vultures; Loren, alone and exposed, looked like the fattest lamb in their sights.
At his lowest ebb, something bound itself to him—not fate, but a system: the Super Dimension Technology interface. It downloaded fragments of advanced combat-frame designs and synthetic-body schematics that unmistakably echoed NieR: Automata’s engineering—the YoRHa combat template, pod support protocols, and modular weapon rigs.
If fate had handed him a guardian angel, she came clad in combat black.
YoRHa No. 2 Type B—2B—materialized as the system’s default protector: blade-silent, efficient, and impossibly composed. Her voice was flat, almost clinical.
“Any action that harms the Creator is forbidden,” 2B stated. “Violation will be met with termination.”
Loren swallowed. “My wife is right.”
2B’s optics narrowed, but another protocol chimed—personal-assistant routines grafted onto combat directives. “If the Creator expresses a request, we will fulfill it to the fullest extent.”
Loren tried to grin. “True. But my back’s killing me today. Can I have the bed to myself?”
“No,” 2B replied without inflection. “Do not consider it.”
Beside them, two other figures watched with interest: Tifa Lockhart—grounded, strong-handed, the kind of ally who fights to protect rather than dominate—and Android 18, whose cool, detached presence suggested lethal efficiency beneath a calm exterior. Neither was a construct of the system, but both understood the new balance of power forming around Loren. In a city of sharks, he had just plugged in a weapon that didn’t sleep.
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