Ch2: Bio-Technology Overlord System

The sky was bright, but as I sat in front of my computer, I felt like I had taken a double dose of adrenaline. There was no drowsiness—only a rush of energy surging through my veins.

Beyond human creativity, the progress of science and technology has always relied on learning. Learning from nature—like animals, plants, and all other natural creators.

Take the Chinese bamboo dragonfly or Da Vinci's sketches of helicopters, for example. They served as the foundation for modern helicopter designs, pointing humanity in the right direction. The first helicopter prototype was built by the Wright brothers, but it wasn't until 1903 that French engineers Beaureg and Le Riche successfully developed a dragonfly-like flying machine.

Even annoying creatures like flies—one of the so-called "four pests"—have inspired technology. Scientists created a small gas analyzer based on their biology, installing plutonium-powered sensors in spacecraft cockpits to detect atmospheric composition. Jellyfish, too, have contributed to innovation; their ear structures inspired storm prediction devices capable of forecasting weather up to fifteen hours in advance, safeguarding maritime industries.

From fireflies and artificial cold light to electric fish and volt batteries, bats and ultrasonic positioners—countless advancements have stemmed from nature's designs. Human technology thrives on mimicking the unique abilities and structures of living organisms.

Yet, as I stared at my laptop screen, my mind reeled at the absurdity of what I had just unlocked.

The Bionic Technology System—a program that could extract bioengineering technology like no other. Not only that, but I could even use in-system currency, gold coins, to purchase biological robots to assist me in manufacturing anything.

These weren't ordinary robots. They weren't mere machines.

They had their own thinking. Their own intelligence. They were artificial lifeforms with divine craftsmanship, capable of integrating every known scientific advancement from any dimension—whether it be civilian, military, or biological.

Civilian products? Appliances, cars, computers, and smartphones.

Military products? Tanks, aircraft, rockets, even satellites.

Biological products? Artificial organs, pheromone communicators, and even human-like biological constructs.

There was nothing they couldn't make.

I checked the system interface:

Owner: Ben Yuan (Generation 1)

Grade: 1

Current extraction quantity: 1 (cooldown in progress)

Remaining withdrawal quota: 4

Gold Coins: 100

My heart pounded as I navigated to the biological robot section.

Basic Bio-Robot: The exclusive creation of the Bio-Technology Overlord System. Unreplicable. Your loyal assistant.

A picture of it appeared on my screen.

I stared.

The thing looked like something straight out of a horror story. Hairless, crawling on all fours, its disturbingly human-like face staring blankly ahead.

"If this thing ran down the street at night, people would have a heart attack," I muttered, feeling my scalp tingle.

I hesitated. My life was fine the way it was—I wasn't looking for some dystopian nightmare scenario. But the system explicitly stated that these beings were artificial, created purely as tools. If that was true, then I had nothing to fear.

The screen flashed:

Basic Bio-Robot – Price: 100 gold coins

Summon?

Yes / No

I took a deep breath, stood up, and tightly shut all my curtains. Then, with a decisive click, I pressed Yes.

The moment I confirmed, the laptop's camera emitted a soft blue glow. The light hit the ground, rapidly forming a black silhouette—like a 3D printer constructing an object from the bottom up.

Thirty seconds passed.

The blue light retracted into the camera, revealing a silent, motionless creature crouched on my floor.

I swallowed.

I reached out cautiously, pressing my fingers against its skin.

"...Cold."

Its surface was smooth—metallic, almost. The thing had weight, yet it moved with eerie fluidity. Its dull, unfocused eyes stared blankly at me.

I had serious doubts about whether this "assistant" could actually help with anything. If anything, it looked more like a creepy puppet than a functional robot.

"Uh… get me that drink bottle from the table," I commanded, testing it.

The bio-robot stirred, its child-sized body crawling to the table.

Then—its mouth opened.

A thin, flexible tongue—like a frog's—unraveled, coiling around the bottle before retracting it back into its mouth.

I blinked.

This… this was cool.

A spark of excitement shot through me. It was like I had just gotten my hands on the ultimate toy—something out of a sci-fi movie.

"Get me a screwdriver."

"Get me a No. 12 wrench."

"I'm thirsty again."

"My neck hurts."

One after another, I threw different tasks at it. Each time, the bio-robot executed them flawlessly. Even something as trivial as scratching my back—it understood the command with eerie precision.

I grinned.

If I revealed this thing to the world, scientists everywhere would lose their minds. This wasn't just a machine. It was the ideal artificial intelligence.

Of course, I wasn't stupid.

No way was I going to share this discovery with anyone just yet.

For now, I needed to focus on what mattered.

My eyes landed on the J-10 simulation drone resting on my workbench.

With the Balance Stabilizer I extracted from the system, I could revolutionize drone landing technology.

Fixed-wing drones had a major weakness—landing was a nightmare. Unlike four-axis drones, they couldn't simply drop to the ground without severe damage. Autopilot systems were unreliable, and even with expensive auxiliary equipment, drone landings were still prone to error.

But the Balance Stabilizer?

It could solve this problem perfectly.

No matter the air pressure instability, electronic feedback delays, or high-speed wind resistance—this stabilizer would keep the landing gear perfectly balanced.

Even if the drone miscalculated its altitude and thought it was still midair, the stabilizer would ensure the landing gear touched down first, preventing a disastrous crash.

I gripped the edge of my workbench, heart pounding.

This was it.

"I can't help it," I muttered, my eyes burning with excitement. "I have to test this thing—now."