Early in the morning, soft sunlight slanted into the bedroom through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows.
Luka, who was sound asleep, let out a soft 'hmph' twice, then turned over, wanting to feel more of the morning sun.
However, the sunlight that had previously brought a bit of warmth to his face seemed to have dimmed slightly.
Still a bit groggy, Luka instinctively opened his eyes as if sensing something.
Then, in his previously blurry vision, a 'White-faced bun' that almost filled his entire view was squatting motionlessly by the bed, watching him.
'Oh my god!'
A chilling coldness instantly shot from his toes to his head.
Luka felt as if it was only through immense willpower that he managed not to cry out in alarm.
But even though he didn't scream, how could he still feel sleepy now?
His eyes wide as brass bells, he stared intently at White in front of him.
"What are you trying to do again?!"
"Detected that you emitted screams of pain during sleep. Waiting for you to wake up to provide effective treatment and care." (●—●)
'Screams? Did I have a nightmare again? How come I don't remember anything?'
Now fully awake, Luka propped himself up with his left hand and sat up against the headboard, then fumbled around for the prosthetic limb he had taken off to charge last night before going to bed.
"No, didn't I modify your startup voice? Oh, no, that modified chip is still uploading data downstairs."
Having understood the situation, Luka haphazardly wiped his face, and while fastening the prosthetic limb made by Stark, he casually asked.
"So? How do you plan to treat this nightmare situation?"
"Detection result: your hormone fluctuations have returned to normal."
"...Alright, next time, remember not to squat next to me when I'm sleeping. You almost scared me to death just now. Though White, you're still pretty cute."
"Received. Recording new instruction."
Seeing White like this, Luka retaliated by rubbing White's marshmallow-like belly before getting out of bed.
He put on his shoes, washed up, and ambled downstairs.
In the downstairs dining room, Samira was just having breakfast.
"Young Master, you're up…"
Samira, who was about to greet Luka, immediately noticed White following closely behind Luka, taking small steps down the stairs.
Although she had already seen White and knew that this robot might help treat the madam.
It was still not so easy to adapt to White's presence so quickly.
"Good morning, Aunt Samira."
Luka yawned as he came to the dining table, casually grabbing a still-warm sandwich from the plate and putting it into his mouth.
"Young Master, I'll have someone…"
"It's fine, just like this. I still need to go to the Underground Room first. Once I'm done there, we'll set off."
"Okay, Young Master. The commercial bulletproof car I had the company send last night should arrive soon. You can go ahead and be busy; there's plenty of time."
Luka nodded perfunctorily at her words, then chugged a large mouthful of milk. Grabbing another sandwich, he excitedly rushed towards the Underground Room.
Here, the 3D printer in the corner was still working away, huffing and puffing.
Several already printed parts were ejected by the machine, haphazardly piled on the soft mat nearby.
However, after Luka saw the supports and connecting plates that had not yet been removed from the printed armor, he didn't hesitate for a moment, deciding to wait until all the armor components were printed before uniformly sanding and debugging them himself.
Turning his attention to the computer, the action data that had started uploading last night was already completely finished.
"Hehe, starting today, you are Agent Dabai~"
A somewhat excited Luka childishly wrote the words 'Agent' on the brand-new black chip, then eagerly inserted this chip into White's chip slot.
As the data finished loading, White, who had been standing still, tilted its head and looked at Luka, its tone full of a confusion that a robot shouldn't possess.
"These combat and tactical movements don't seem to make me a better medical care robot?"
Listening to White's slightly puzzled voice, Luka smiled and patted its large belly, teasingly saying.
"But this can help you protect me, you know? The best medical care is to prevent all possible dangers before the patient gets injured~"
White blinked its dark, big eyes several times at his words, then replied thoughtfully.
"Okay, I am Agent Dabai!" (▇━▇)
Luka couldn't help but smile at that.
He looked at White, then at himself.
"Hmm~ A fatty and a little boy? This combination sounds powerful~"
Although he really wanted to test the power of the upgraded White right now, after glancing around at the ridiculously expensive experimental equipment in the laboratory, Luka ultimately decided not to start anything here.
Calling White, he scurried upstairs to the yard, only then preparing to begin the test.
At this moment, Samira, who had finished tidying the dishes, also followed the sound to the yard, wanting to see what new thing Luka had been busy with for so long.
"White, it's your turn to perform~"
"??" (●—●)
Seeing the confused White, Luka slapped his forehead and explained in detail.
"Try the newly loaded combat module. Let's start with a military combat punch."
Upon receiving the precise command, White immediately clapped its hands to its sides and stood upright.
Immediately following were: bow stance punch, throat-piercing kick, horse stance horizontal strike...
A series of movements were performed by White with fierce power, showing no trace of its previous clumsy robot appearance.
With the whistling punches, the lawn and dirt in the courtyard flew everywhere.
Samira, who was about to speak, saw this, but Luka was one step ahead in giving new instructions.
"White! That tree!"
Luka pointed casually.
White didn't hesitate for a moment, directly kicking the ground hard with both feet, like a round snowball, it shot out with a 'whoosh'.
The next moment.
White suddenly unleashed a punch.
"Boom—"
A loud bang.
The large tree in the yard, about one person's embrace in size, exploded with a crash. Thick wooden fibers shattered and scattered, and the entire tree slowly fell towards the swimming pool behind it.
However, before the broken upper half of this large tree could even hit the Water, White had already rushed over and hugged the tree, then, taking its small steps, slowly and leisurely placed the tree crown on an empty space nearby.
Luka's face immediately broke into a wider smile at the sight, and he unreservedly gave White a thumbs-up.
"Amazing!"
At this moment, Samira, who had originally wanted to suggest sparring with White, was completely stunned in place.
But after a slight hesitation, she still couldn't help but blurt out.
"Young Master… that redwood tree should be worth around 20,000 U.S. dollars."
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