Please call me Cyber ​​Demon King

"Indeed, creatures that eat raw meat and drink blood shouldn't be so particular."

Ke Ling complained that his newly changed clothes would probably get covered in blood and gore while he ate.

However, Ke Ling quickly found a solution: biting her fingers. This was less gory than biting her arm, and it was also more convenient.

As for the degree of pain, that was no longer within Ke Ling's considerations; after all, it would hurt no matter what she did.

Leaning back in the sofa booth, Ke Ling put his left index finger into his mouth and began to pick the meat off the cob. As he did so, he started thinking about his next steps.

The pain stimulated Ke Ling's brain, but at the same time there was a sense of satisfaction from being hungry. This feeling was strange, but Ke Ling was gradually getting used to it.

"We need to find a way to install a prosthetic body."

Leaning back in the booth, this was the first thing Ke Ling thought of: some prosthetic bodies in this world greatly enhance an individual's combat abilities.

Before your level, attributes, and skills improve, strengthening yourself with external aids is undoubtedly the fastest way.

Ke Ling has never been averse to relying on external resources; he is a pragmatist, as long as it is useful.

Furthermore, he doesn't have the concerns and worries that ordinary people have when it comes to getting prosthetic bodies or replacing them.

For an ordinary person to get a prosthetic body and then want to switch back to a human body is nonsense, because there's simply no way to preserve it.

But Ke Ling is different; he only needs to remove the prosthetic body and then regenerate it.

However, there is a necessary prerequisite for getting a prosthetic body: he must be able to control his regenerative abilities.

Otherwise, before the prosthetic doctor could even attach the prosthetic body, the area he had just cut off would have already grown back on its own.

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Chapter 15 Making money is the most important thing

To be honest, Ke Ling had never consciously tried to control her regenerative abilities before.

Or rather, he was always trying to speed up the regeneration process, since the feeling of missing a part of the body was unpleasant.

Take your left index finger out of your mouth; at this point, only the pale bone remains of the first two phalanges of the index finger.

Looking at the wound that wasn't bleeding or healing, Ke Ling was somewhat surprised. He had only tried to control it a little, and it seemed to have succeeded a bit too quickly.

"Looking at it this way, I can't really say my talent is bad, can I?"

Ke Ling realized this, and there was nothing he could do; he was indeed somewhat resentful about it, to the point of "holding a grudge in his heart."

That bastard Muzan Kibutsuji forcibly turned me into a demon, and then mocked me for not having the talent to be a demon. This is absolutely intolerable!

One day, Ke Ling will make Muzan Kibutsuji regret turning him into a demon; he will personally kill that demon king.

"With the prerequisites met, the next step is to figure out how to get some prosthetic bodies."

Ke Ling stopped thinking about Muzan Kibutsuji and turned her attention back to the present.

In this world, prosthetics are very common; almost everyone has one, and it's rare to find someone who doesn't.

In this era, prosthetics are like tattoos and mobile phones in the early 21st century, simultaneously serving as a form of cultural expression, a personal image enhancement, and a tool.

People have a variety of reasons for installing prosthetic bodies, including technological upgrades, enhanced combat capabilities, and even simply to keep up with the times.

Owning a stylish prosthetic body would definitely make you the coolest kid in Night City. The so-called scarcity is just a symbol that prosthetic bodies are hard currency.

Basic cyber components are readily available, inexpensive, and easy to install. Roadside shops and beauty clinics offer on-the-spot installation services for "lightweight" implants.

The entire process only requires a minor surgery and some calibration. The supporting components can even be taken home and installed by the user.

However, if you want something more complicated, you need to have a supply chain and enough money. Nowadays, prosthetic bodies have been upgraded from the initial generation 0 to the 4th generation.

The 0th and 1st generations have been phased out. The 2nd generation is now widely available on the market, and the 3rd generation can also be seen. However, the 4th generation prosthetic body is priced beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"So, the key question is actually how to make money."

Ke Ling found her next goal: to make money. It was very realistic, and it even felt like she hadn't time-traveled at all.

If you have the money, getting a powerful prosthetic body is not a problem. You just need to find a prosthetic body clinic, pay the fee, and that's it.

"It looks like Jack Wells will be hanging out with you for a while."

Ke Ling made a decision to become a "cyber wanderer" and a "marginal traveler." He couldn't help it; he wanted to earn money by working a regular job, but wasn't that just wishful thinking?

In "Night City," there are conditions to being a corporate employee. A decent job isn't something you can just find whenever you want. Forget about a decent job, you'll even have to compete with others for manual labor.

With a population of seven million, Night City is one of the largest cities in the United States, even surpassing some states in population. The level of competition within Night City is incredibly fierce.

Moreover, Ke Ling, an unregistered person with an unknown background, is useless no matter how capable she is.

With an unclear background, no company would want him. Who knows if he's a corporate spy sent by a rival to cause trouble?

But "cyber ronin" are different. The only requirement for being a "cyber ronin" is that you are not afraid of death.

Isn't that a coincidence? At night, even dying is difficult for Ke Ling.

Moreover, being a "cyber vagrant" can make money much faster than working honestly.

There's no way around it; this line of work involves things that are written into the criminal law, so how could the money not come quickly?

Having made the decision, Ke Ling felt relieved and all that was left was to wait for Jack Wells.

Ke Ling believed that as long as he wanted to enter the industry, Jack Wells would definitely be willing to bring him in. He just didn't know if Jack Wells had met V by then.

"I knew I forgot to ask the time."

Because she had just entered the bar and was taken to take a shower and change her clothes, Ke Ling completely forgot about asking for the exact time.

Ke Ling stood up and walked towards the bar, intending to ask the bartender.

Last time I asked someone for the time and place and ended up asking myself a bunch of questions, but I definitely won't do that this time.

The bartender at Wild Wolf Bar was a mature middle-aged man with a full beard, looking to be in his thirties or forties, and wearing a bejeweled cross around his neck.

"Hi, how about it? What would you like?"

Seeing Ke Ling approach, the bartender greeted her, but he didn't comment on Ke Ling's appearance.

"No need, I want to ask you something."

Ke Ling waved his hand in refusal. He didn't want to drink anymore; the sip he had accidentally taken just now had almost made him feel nauseous.

“Then you’ve come to the right person. There’s nothing about Haywood that I, Peggy, don’t know.”

The bartender smiled and gestured for Ke Ling to sit down at the bar. There weren't many customers, and he was quite bored, so it would be nice to have someone to chat with.

"What do you call it?"

As Pepi asked Ke Ling a question, he poured him a glass of wine and pushed it towards him.

"Ke Ling, thank you, but I don't want any."

Ke Ling replied, then pushed the wine glass toward Pepi. He noticed that Pepi's right hand was a prosthetic, golden in color, with a cross engraved on it.

"Don't worry, it's not a scam. This drink is on me, let's be friends."

Peppy smiled and shook his head, then pushed the glass back; he seemed to be quite talkative as well.

"Making friends is fine, but drinking is out of the question."

Ke Ling had a bit of a headache. What was wrong with these people? Couldn't they talk without drinking?

However, he could understand. After all, this was a bar, and he would be the one acting crazy if he refused to drink.

"Okay."

As expected, seeing Ke Ling's firm refusal, Pei Pi put away his wine glass with a strange expression.

Pepi downed his drink in one gulp and leaned against the bar, looking at Ke Ling.

"Is there anything you want to ask? You're not from around here, are you?"

Pepi was there the whole time, so he naturally saw what had happened. He was startled when Ke Ling came in covered in blood.

Pepi knew this guy must be a ruthless person. Having such a ruthless person as a friend might come in handy in the future. He never thought he had too many friends.

Peppy personally agrees with the way such ruthless people are handled—as long as you don't offend them.

"Yes, I haven't been in Night City for very long."

Ke Ling replied, "This guy said he was supposed to ask questions, but he asked them first."

"Could you tell me the exact time?"

Before Pepi could speak again, Ke Ling blurted out the question, revealing that he wasn't there to kill time with the bartender.

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Chapter 16 Street Little V

"You're wearing grass now, so you're not without any prosthetics, are you?"

Pepi was about to answer Ke Ling when he suddenly realized, why ask someone else such a question?

Even if the chip components installed are of the worst quality, they will at least have a built-in time display function, which is a basic function that doesn't need to be mentioned.

"Yes, you know, just like the Animal Gang, we don't like installing these electronic gadgets."

Ke Ling chuckled and immediately pulled out the all-powerful "Animal Gang" to explain.

"Damn, we're all in this together. No matter what, we should at least have a chip component slot and an interface, right?"

Pepi looked a little speechless. Not even bothering with these basics would make things very inconvenient in this era.

Ke Ling certainly understood what he meant. The "chip component slot" that Pei Pi mentioned, in the context of the game, is actually the "brain-computer interface".

In this era, people have chips installed in their brains, connected to the internet, enabling them to communicate with others by phone, send messages, search for information, transfer money, and so on, which is extremely convenient.

As for the "interaction interface", it refers to the chip socket and the data cable you carry with you.

People can not only have chips inserted into them to read the data inside and learn from them, but they can also use data cables to connect to other electronic devices and intrude into those devices.

With this kind of thing now so widespread, if you don't install this most basic component when you're out in the world, you'll definitely run into a lot of trouble—trouble for yourself and for others.

For example, you have to carry a mobile phone with you at all times. Also, transferring money is very troublesome. That's right, even now, mobile phones have not been completely eliminated, and some people still insist on using them.