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Morning sunlight poured through the skyline of New York, reflecting off the mirrored glass of Vanderbuilt Technologies' headquarters. While most corporations were reeling from the latest market crash, the atmosphere inside Vanderbuilt's building was electric — a storm of excitement, celebration, and triumph.
The halls buzzed with the sound of chatter and laughter. Employees greeted each other with wide smiles, a stark contrast to the gloom that had settled over their competitors. Just months ago, Vanderbuilt Technologies had nearly been erased from the map — blocked, cornered, and silenced by the larger tech conglomerates. Many thought the company wouldn't survive the pressure.
But today was different.
Today, they had the Modia Unit.
The Modia Unit wasn't just another machine — it was a technological revolution. It had single-handedly turned Vanderbuilt Technologies from a fading dream into the most talked-about company in the world.
Phones were ringing nonstop across departments. The customer service lines were flooded with requests for Modia code updates and repairs. On the company's official website, the visitor count skyrocketed into the millions, numbers ticking upward so fast the system could barely keep up. If not for Vanderbuilt's newly upgraded servers, the site might have crashed under the surge.
Investors, tech journalists, and venture capitalists crowded the company's front entrance, clamoring for partnerships, sponsorships, and shares. But every single offer was politely turned away by the Ministry of Economic Affairs.
Vanderbuilt Technologies no longer needed outside financing. They were self-sufficient, overflowing with profit and potential.
Yet none of the chaos below reached the top floor of the skyscraper — where one man sat quietly, watching the world change.
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Levi, president of Vanderbuilt Technologies, sat by his panoramic window, sipping afternoon tea. The light reflected softly across the glass, illuminating the calm confidence in his eyes.
He placed his cup down gently, stretched, and gazed out at the breathtaking view — the Hudson River glimmered like molten silver, and the city below bustled like a living circuit board.
He smiled faintly. "System, let's see today's harvest."
Instantly, a translucent screen materialized in front of him — visible only to his eyes.
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[Kamen Rider Chronicle System Activated]
Host: Levi
Current Status: President of Vanderbuilt Technologies
World Unlocked: Kamen Rider: Zero-One
Owned Knight Belts: 3
Current World Points: 241,134
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The numbers kept climbing, flashing rapidly as the system processed live data. 241,135… 241,160… 241,200.
Levi watched the digits rise with calm satisfaction. Even though the Modia Unit hadn't officially hit the market yet, its impact was already reshaping the world. Discussions, debates, and analysis videos filled every platform. Scientists were calling it "the dawn of a new age."
A small, proud smile curved on Levi's lips. "Looks like my little performance yesterday paid off."
At this pace, he would soon unlock the inheritance of the next Kamen Rider World — expanding both his knowledge and power.
Just as he was immersed in thought, a light knock sounded on his office door.
"Mr. President," came a clear, calm voice.
Levi turned. Izzy, his trusted assistant, stepped gracefully inside. Her hair was neatly tied back, and she held a digital tablet in one hand, her usual composed expression steady as ever.
"Police Chief George Stacy has arrived downstairs," she reported. "He said he wishes to discuss something with you."
Levi raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "George Stacy? The head of the NYPD?"
Izzy nodded.
Levi finished his tea and stood. "Good. I'll go down right now."
Closing the holographic screen with a swipe of his hand, he straightened his white suit and walked toward the elevator with Izzy following behind.
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Downstairs – Vanderbuilt Technologies Lobby
Outside, the morning bustle had drawn even more attention. Several NYPD police cars pulled up in perfect formation, sirens flashing softly before turning off. Doors opened, and officers stepped out — tall, broad-shouldered men with the kind of presence that commanded space.
At the front stood a man in his fifties — strong build, sharp eyes, and a posture that radiated discipline. Chief George Stacy, one of New York's most respected law enforcement officials, surveyed the towering glass building in front of him.
"Quite the place," he murmured.
The passenger door beside him opened, and a young woman stepped out — bright-eyed, elegant, with long blond hair that shimmered under the sunlight. Her every movement carried a spark of curiosity and intelligence.
"Wow… is this really Vanderbuilt Technologies?" she said, gazing up at the skyscraper in awe. "It's beautiful! The design looks like something out of a sci-fi movie."
George smiled slightly. "Yes, Gwen. It's impressive. But remember, we're here on official business."
The girl — Gwen Stacy — shot him an innocent grin. "I know, Dad. But still… this is Vanderbuilt Technologies! Their AI research changed everything. Do you know how long I've been following their projects?"
Her father sighed, shaking his head affectionately. "You begged to come along for this, remember? Don't make me regret it."
Gwen giggled. "I'll behave. Promise."
As they spoke, reporters gathered at a distance, snapping photos of the arriving police escort. People whispered, speculating why the NYPD was here.
Then, the sleek glass doors at the entrance slid open automatically.
From inside stepped a man in a spotless white suit, calm yet commanding — Levi, the president of Vanderbuilt Technologies.
He approached with a confident smile, his presence effortlessly drawing every gaze around him.
"Director George, welcome to Vanderbuilt Technologies," he greeted, extending his hand.
George shook it firmly. "Mr. Levi, thank you for seeing us on such short notice."
Levi nodded politely. His gaze shifted momentarily — and then his eyes met Gwen's.
For a second, the bustling world around them seemed to fade. Gwen blinked, startled by how different he was from what she had imagined. She'd seen pictures of him online — the "brilliant recluse," the "tech visionary" — but none captured the sheer charisma he radiated in person.
He was sharp, composed, and exuded the quiet intensity of someone who truly understood the future.
Gwen felt a faint flutter in her chest. "He's even cooler than I thought…" she whispered under her breath.
George cleared his throat, noticing. "Mr. Levi, this is my daughter, Gwen. She's… very interested in your work."
Levi smiled, a touch of amusement flickering in his eyes. "It's always a pleasure to meet someone curious about technology. Curiosity is, after all, the seed of progress."
He gestured toward the building. "Please, both of you, come inside. Let's talk in comfort."
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The trio entered the main lobby. The moment Gwen stepped inside, her eyes widened. The entire interior looked like a scene from the future — white marble floors glowing faintly, drones gliding across the ceiling with silent precision, and holographic panels floating mid-air displaying real-time data.
Everywhere she looked, employees moved with robotic grace and purpose.
"It's like stepping into another world," she murmured in awe.
Levi chuckled. "That's the goal. Vanderbuilt Technologies isn't just about building machines — we're creating the foundation for the next era."
George glanced sideways. "You talk about the future with a lot of confidence, Mr. Levi."
Levi smiled. "Confidence is necessary when you're reshaping it."
They entered a sleek conference room overlooking the city. Izzy followed quietly, placing a tray of tea on the glass table before stepping aside.
Levi took his seat, folding his hands. "Now, Chief Stacy — what brings the NYPD to my company?"
George adjusted his tie. "It's about the event yesterday. There were reports of an unregistered AI demonstration involving one of your prototype Modia Units. We need a statement confirming it was sanctioned."
Levi nodded slowly. "Ah, that. Yes — it was an internal test. Someone must have recorded part of it and uploaded it online. Everything was conducted under full supervision and within safety regulations."
"Good," George said with relief. "We just had to be sure. The department's been flooded with calls ever since that footage went viral."
Gwen, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke. "Mr. Levi, can I ask something?"
Levi turned toward her, smiling. "Of course."
"Do you… really think machines like the Modia Unit can coexist with humans? Not as tools, but as equals?"
The room fell silent for a heartbeat. Levi leaned back, thoughtful, before answering in a calm, certain tone.
"Not just coexist, Miss Stacy. They'll redefine what it means to be human. They'll challenge us — make us better. The Modia Units aren't here to replace humanity… they're here to remind us what humanity could become."
Gwen stared at him, captivated by the conviction in his voice.
Outside, the golden light of afternoon turned to amber, casting long shadows across the skyline. Inside the room, it felt like something profound had just shifted — as though this meeting between a visionary and a curious young girl marked the start of a much greater story.
Levi stood at the dawn of a new technological revolution. Gwen, unknowingly, had just stepped into the heart of it.