MURDER DRONE:CUBE OF ORIGIN

99 years later, 243 years before canon, year 2828

We see a man in a hospital, sitting on a chair next to a woman who is close to 123 years old. 

Noir (Perfect Human Disguise picture) 

Noir: "Alice, it's been 99 years since we met on that fateful day. I still remember that time like it was yesterday. I wish you would have listened to me so I could have turned you into an immortal," he said, reminiscing and staring at Alice.

Alice:"Like I said, I don't want to. I've seen a lot of things, Noir—the good and the bad—and I'd like to rest. I don't want to see everyone around me slowly die. I'm not built like you, Noir." 

Noir:"*Sighing a little bit*... Don't worry about it, Alice. I understand. Just rest. I'll take care of you descendants. I even made a paradise just for you," he said, thinking back to the Heaven and Hell project he started when Alice was 54 years old. She had rejected immortality back then, and no matter how much he tried to convince her, she refused again. 

Alice:"Oh look, I made a god sad. What an amazing achievement! I can even brag about it to my descendants," she joked, trying to lighten the mood. 

Noir:"*Laughing out loud* Hahaha, I guess I can't argue with that." 

Alice:"It's not like we won't see each other again. You can see me in the Heaven project you created. We'll still be connected. You can visit me there sometimes. I'll be waiting for you."After saying that, she took her finale breath. 

Noir:"*Sighs*... See you there, great friend." Noir carefully took Alice's soul and placed it into a stasis device.'Even though I created the Heaven project, it's still not complete

Let. I created a new vessel for her. Even if she won't remember me or even hates me, I will always choose this path. The slightest chance of failure in the Heaven project is far riskier than making a vessel for her soul.'

Alice's Vessel

(Cyn The Cute, Lovable, Silly Skinwalker)

(A/N: No, she won't be a flayed one or a skinwalker... maybe?) 

'Even though I'm a cube-shaped robot with god-like powers, I need energy to convert dirt into gold. And for energy compatible with the soul? Another soul, of course, since they're of the same essence.' 

'To connect every human soul on this world to my dimension and siphon their souls, I need a concept like faith energy from Warhammer 40k.This energy exists here but is too small to create even a weak pseudo-demon. More people are atheists in 2828 compared to my old world.' 

'If you count all the humans in this universe, the population is approximately 900,000,000,000 or 900 billion. If I calculate the percentage of those who still believe in gods, it would be 0.001%, or about 9,000,000. While that sounds like a lot, on a universal scale, it's quite small. In comparison, in my world, 67% of people believe in gods, which is roughly 5,494,000,000 out of a population of 8.2 billion.'

'However, if I could access a good energy source like faith energy, I could substitute human souls with it. Faith energy might corrupt me, but if I purify it, I can maintain my sense of self. It would be a worthwhile investment in renewable energy.'

(A/N: For more explanation about faith energy, similar to Warhammer, if a large group of followers or worshippers believes that you are merciful, you will become merciful. If a large group believes you are evil, you will become evil, as the energy becomes corrupted by their belief. It's a double-edged sword. Purifying the faith energy removes the negative effects of corruption but also diminishes the energy's benefits. While purification is the safest way to gain godhood or divinity, ensuring you retain your sense of self and sanity, it provides less energy. Additionally, followers must actively pray to you—simple belief is not enough to generate faith energy.)

10 years later, 233 years before canon, year 2838

ELLIOTT MANSION

Noir (Other Body):'It's been 10 years since I started Project Harvester to collect faith energy. Every day, it becomes purer and stronger, though the gain is small. I no longer need as much heart tissue to keep my power at full strength. My real body remains in hibernation to purify the energy. I discovered that worker drones generate faith energy, even though they lack complete souls. They give half the energy of a human, but Cyn (formerly Alice) provides even more energy than a human. It's strange. I need more tests to confirm my theory. Perhaps creating Cyn made a race more compatible with me since I'm also a robot. This might explain why her energy requires less purification.' Noir stood by the window, drinking wine made from liquefied heart tissue,like an edgelord wannabe.

(A/N: No name-calling, but *cough* Cid, the crowbar user, edgelord supreme, patient zero of eighth-grade syndrome, bones-daddy Ainz 2.0.)

Cyn:"smiled giggling,Master, here is your tea." Doing the odd motions and weird saying action, like Cyn in canon even though I fix that problem a long time ago, she still does it to act cute which I like very much.

Noir:"Thank you, Cyn. You can sit beside me." Petting Cyn 'Even though she hasn't yet activated the Absolute Solver in her program, she's stronger than four adult men combined. The standard strength of a worker drone is equal to two adult men, which makes Cyn's strength without the Absolute Solver impressive, though not particularly special.' 

Noir carefully petted her hair. 'Yes, it's actual hair, not a wig. I included it in the blueprint I created in Alice's head. And, yes, they do have private parts that only function for robots with reproductive systems. Worker drones can use them to give birth to other drones. Don't ask why—you already know I was f#cking horny back then.' 

Noir: continues to petting Cyn"You're so cute, Cyn. What if I died of old age? What would you do?" he asked jokingly. Cyn stopped purring and looked at Noir seriously. 

Cyn:"I would bring you back, whatever the cost, determined expression."Though she couldn't remember her human life,but her traits as Alice remained. 

Noir:"Thank you, Cyn. But that won't be necessary. I'm special. I don't age, though I can still be killed. So, you'll have to protect me." Noir hadn't yet reveal his eldritch robot form or Solver power to Cyn, which may or may not backfire someday. 

Cyn:"smiling expression, Yes master."Cyn doing a salute.

Noir:"Cyn, we need to go to my office at JCJenson IN SPAAAAACEE!" It had been 44 years since Noir became a shareholder, owning 73% of the company. Through blackmail and "accidents," he eliminated ill-intentions shareholders towards me. 

Noir:'I gave 2% of my shares to the Elliotts so they could get rich.' 

(Chapter End)