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Lemu stayed there all night, his hair ruffled by the breeze sneaking through a crack in the glass. The villa smelled faintly of salt and wood polish, its silence broken only by the rhythmic roar of the tide.
When the sun finally climbed high overhead, painting the sky a bright blue, Lemu's phone buzzed. It was good news from Stephenson, the head of the construction company.
"The villa's done," the man's cheerful voice said through the speaker. "Everything's finished—structure, interiors, all of it. You can move in today." Lemu could almost hear the pride in his tone, and it made him smile faintly.
The phone screen glowed in his hand, reflecting the sunlight streaming through the window.
Without wasting a second, Lemu grabbed his Ghost God Armor. The sleek, metallic suit hummed to life as he stepped outside. With a burst of power, he launched into the air, soaring from one cliff to another.
The wind whipped past him, tugging at his clothes, and the ocean sparkled below like a sheet of glass.
In just over ten seconds, he landed smoothly on the rooftop terrace of his brand-new villa. His boots clicked against the polished stone, and he took a deep breath, savoring the moment.
This villa was his creation. He'd drawn up the plans himself, sketching every angle and curve, then handed them over to the construction crew to bring it to life.
It stood two and a half stories tall above ground, with a basement hidden underneath. The morning breeze swept across the terrace, carrying the salty scent of the sea.
It brushed against his face, teasing his nose with hints of spicy squid, grilled tuna, and steamed lobster—his stomach growled, but he shook the thought away.
At one end of the terrace sat an open-air bar counter, its surface bare and gleaming under the sun. Empty shelves lined the wall behind it, waiting to be stocked.
Between the terrace and the second floor, there was a secret layer—a hidden space Lemu had big plans for.
He wanted to turn it into a defense hub, packed with anti-air weapons: missile interceptors, smart cannons, and a laser defense system. The idea made his eyes light up.
He'd already perfected high-energy laser tech—strong enough to slice through armor like Iron Monger's in one clean cut.
The villa's laser system was a toned-down version, built for endurance rather than raw power.
He muttered under his breath, "May the Force be with you. Amen." A faint grin tugged at his lips as he imagined the setup, the hum of machinery echoing in his mind.
Lemu headed downstairs to the second floor, his footsteps soft on the polished wood. The sea-view living room greeted him, massive and breathtaking.
One wall was a 120-degree window made of one-way glass—see out, but no one could see in. It stretched wide, offering a perfect view of the ocean's waves and tides.
The glass was high-tech too; it could double as a giant screen with a flick of a switch. Sunlight poured in, bouncing off the smooth floor and making the room feel alive.
A big fireplace sat against another wall, surrounded by cozy sofas and a low table—Lemu had borrowed that layout from Stark's place.
He loved the easy, laid-back vibe it gave off. The scent of fresh paint lingered faintly, mixing with the salty air drifting in.
"Finally mine," he said to himself, his voice quiet but proud. He ran a hand along the back of a sofa, feeling the soft fabric under his fingers.
The second floor held more rooms too: a master bedroom, a guest room, a study—all waiting to be filled with his stuff.
Lemu continued down the stairs, his curiosity pulling him toward the first floor. It was packed with everything he'd need: a kitchen with shiny counters, a dining room with a long table, a gym with weights and machines, a garage for his cars, and a laundry room tucked in the corner.
Each space was bright and open, the morning light spilling through wide windows. The faint scent of new paint and polished wood followed him as he explored, his sneakers squeaking faintly on the clean floor.
Outside the front door stretched a massive armored platform—16 meters wide, round and sturdy. Its surface gleamed under the sun, smooth and metallic.
With a low hum, the center could split open, revealing a tunnel that plunged straight down to an underground workshop.
Lemu pictured it in his mind: a high-tech lab filled with cutting-edge tools for designing and building armor.
One section would be walled off as a display room for his creations, though right now, it was just an empty shell waiting to be filled. The platform's edges caught the sea breeze, rustling the air around him.
The whole villa ran on a smart system, controlled by the Great Sage—an AI Lemu trusted to handle everything.
It managed daily tasks like cleaning and upkeep, and once the defense systems were fully set up, it would take charge of those too.
If the Great Sage ever went offline, a simpler AI would step in as backup. Lemu nodded to himself, satisfied with the plan. The villa felt alive already, buzzing with unseen energy beneath its sleek design.
Speaking of the Great Sage, Lemu's thoughts drifted to an old project—a secret file labeled "Battle Angel." It was a masterpiece, even more impressive than his Ghost God Armor.
The tech and materials were a step ahead, half a generation beyond anything he'd built before. He could still see the sketches in his head: elegant lines, powerful systems, a design that screamed beauty and strength. His fingers twitched at the memory, eager to bring it to life.
Back on the second floor, Lemu stepped into the living room again. The ocean sparkled outside the huge window, waves rolling in the distance.
He took a deep breath and activated his dimensional storage—a pocket of space only he could access. "Here we go," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the faint hum of the room.
A blue swirl of light spun open in front of him, glowing softly against the walls. His heart raced as he held his breath, eyes locked on the portal.
A mechanical figure began to emerge, slow and graceful. First came a sleek, streamlined leg, stepping out of the swirling blue. It wore a gray metal boot, the calf painted silver-white with faint purple patterns curling across it.
The design mimicked real muscles and bones, so detailed it almost looked alive. Morning sunlight hit the surface, scattering tiny sparkles like stars.
Lemu's jaw dropped slightly, his breath catching at the sight.
Then the full body stepped through, revealing itself completely. It was a female form, dressed in a high-waisted skirt and a black-and-white butler outfit. The curves were smooth and perfect, the metal polished to a mirror shine.
Her face came into view last—and it was his face, an exact copy of Lemu's, but softer, more striking, with a beauty that stole the air from the room. The sunlight danced across her frame, highlighting every flawless detail.
"Hello, Great Sage. You're stunning!" Lemu said, his voice bright with awe. His eyes sparkled as he took her in, not bothering to hide how amazed he was. She stood tall and still, the faint whir of her systems blending with the ocean's murmur outside.
This was the Battle Angel—his and the Great Sage's labor of love. They'd modeled her after a figure from his memories, crafting her as a temporary body for the AI.
Running a villa was easier with a physical form, after all. And honestly, who could say no to a gorgeous mechanical girl like this?
Lemu grinned, his chest swelling with pride. The butler outfit swayed slightly as a breeze slipped through the window, her purple patterns glowing faintly in the light.
"If armor is a man's romance," he thought aloud, chuckling to himself, "then a mechanical girl is the ultimate dream—the romance within the romance, a lifelong love." His words hung in the air, soft and playful.
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