The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

David Martinez, that's his name.

Akado controlled the tattered body and stood up again, muttering to himself, "Congratulations, you have become a qualified warrior."

Adam Hammer paused in his steps and looked back in disbelief at David's "corpse".

"How could you possibly..."

Exceeding the speed of sound, "David" instantly disappeared from the spot.

His electronic eyes only caught a pair of scarlet lights arcing in the air.

What is that? Remodel?!

boom!

A boiling hot stream gushed out from the body; it was the circulating fluid flowing in the gaps between the prostheses.

Left hand, right hand, left foot, right foot, the belly was ripped open. Sparks flew, and the metal deformed rapidly, making a sharp sound.

Akado stepped on Adam Hammer's head and his attitude became more and more contemptuous.

In that time and space called the frontier, those who won the APEX competition would always say this.

"I am APEX Predator."

He whispered, looking down at the Arasaka lackey.

"Night City is a world where the strong prey on the weak."

"Now, I am stronger."

......

wake up.

It's just a dream after all.

The boy named David Martinez is really dead.

If he could help him, Akado would certainly not be stingy with his assistance.

Too bad, he's in Terra.

Countless knowledge about prosthetics, cyberpunk, and human body modification was transferred into my mind.

Accardo took a deep breath. This was a great technology that was enough to change the existing medical system.

Even though Terra's Originium science is very different from the technological system of that world, it can at least be restored to some extent.

108. Female college student, ghost shark

Tremont Polytechnic University.

This nationally renowned institution of higher learning is home to the largest and most densely populated technology community in Terra.

The faculty is so strong that even the most notorious director of Rhine Life Engineering Department has taught here.

The azure blue sports car was a modified Pathfinder model produced by Raytheon Industries. It drove in from the main gate of the Art Academy, and as its tires slowly rolled over the dead leaves blown down by the cold wind along the way, the grayish-white leaf roots and veins were crushed, and all of them burst out as a dirge for the fading winter.

The sky in Tremont finally cleared up, and the sun hung lazily in the east, casting lukewarm light.

In the garden behind the dark blue carved iron railings at the gate, rows of elm trees have finally grown old, with bare branches and grayish-white leaves falling all over the ground. The bright green of the past is no longer visible. They have slept briefly this winter, but next spring, there will always be thunderstorms to wake them up from their slumber.

The campus was unexpectedly quiet. Today was probably the day for new students to register, so the school had been given an early holiday. Young boys and girls were taking exams in a distant office building. Usually, there were students lying on the green lawns reading books, and the blue brick path was also deserted today. A group of black feathered beasts looked around on the treetops, suddenly shook off a few down feathers, and flew into the sky with strange cries.

Akado looked up through the car window at the tower hidden in the elm forest. A few leaves were stuck in the cracks of the dark blue bricks on the top of the tower. They slid down and floated into the rippling artificial lake, drifting away.

The dark tower was built in the style of the Leithania Tower, exuding a sense of simplicity. A little girl in a down jacket stood outside the door, pacing back and forth, holding a collection of Yanguo poems in her hand, reciting with her head shaking. On her arm was an armband with the words "on duty" printed on it.

The sports car stopped at the foot of the tower.

"Hello, may I ask who you are..." the gatekeeper came over to ask according to his duty.

Accardo got out of the car, closed the door, and walked into the tower by himself.

No one stopped her, and she recognized him as the honorary professor from the Science College next door.

The tower is the library of the Academy of Art. It has 8 floors and houses a large amount of documentary materials, reflecting the antiquity and vicissitudes of time.

The top floor is where art students often go. There is a warm fireplace, a long redwood table with a brass lamp on it, a brown carpet on the floor, and bookshelves filled with scrolls and architectural designs. Just passing by, you can smell the smell of old ink or dye.

However, in recent years, more and more students have come here, and there are new faces every day.

Some people probably don't come here to read books.

The sun shines into the house from the windowsill, illuminating the girl's fair face. Her delicate features appear three-dimensional, and her rose-colored eyes are as bright and clear as rubies. Her mouth is slightly pursed, and occasionally her eyes sweep around with a warning and indifference. She is cold and lonely, and difficult to approach.

Her long silver-white hair fell on her shoulders like waves, with the ends slightly curled. She was wearing a black and white nun's uniform, as if she was sitting in the front row of the Lateran Cathedral, ready to stand up and sing hymns praising faith at any time. It was like the ancient Gaul castle where theology was popular in the last century, where noble girls held poetry books and walked gracefully on the streets with rivers flowing, reading the complex Lateran texts dignifiedly and respectfully, and there was always no lack of admiring or covetous eyes from boys.

The library was quiet, and the eyes that occasionally left the books revealed that most people were not just reading.

Several science and engineering students were hiding near the lampshade from a distance and whispering, "Did you see her? The crown of the Art Academy, she is said to be a talented sculptor who has recently become famous in Columbia. Hiss, what's her name, Laurentina?"

"I think that's his name. I heard that he's hard to approach and he almost never talks to people."

"My cousin is from the Academy of Art. I heard her say that Miss Laurentina never smiles and always has a condescending attitude."

"That's what genius is like...her family must be very rich, right? She always has a special car to pick her up when she goes out."

"I don't know."

"Hey, what are you discussing these for? We can't possibly marry such a quiet and elegant young lady. At least she has to be an aristocrat of equal status, right? A political marriage? It's hard to imagine that such a perfect girl would marry a man she has never met in a transaction-like manner." Someone seemed to have really read a few lines of poetry, sighing with sadness.

The door of the library suddenly opened, and a gust of cold wind blew in. The students beside the door shivered subconsciously.

Accardo took off his crimson top hat and walked in, "Excuse me for disturbing you."

Out of respect for the responsibilities of the teaching profession itself, he symbolically apologized to the students, and then his eyes fell on the girl who was the focus of the crowd.

"Long time no see, Laurentina."

"Well," the girl stood up obediently, and then a bright smile bloomed on her frosty and noble face, "Long time no see, Mr. Akado."

I reiterate that I didn't say I wouldn't write a love story with a feather pen.

.

It’s just that you can’t upgrade her rank obviously.

Hint, hint, understand? Sad.

I wrote a little secretly, and then wrote the complete book in the book club. Do I need to say this openly? ()

Don't give up on the book. Ever since I posted that short statement earlier, subscriptions have plummeted by nearly half.

If the price keeps dropping like this, my data will be deleted and I will be reborn soon.

109. Bai Di Cheng Entrusts His Son to Her

"It seems that the disease is under control very well."

"I still often become another person, but I can control it consciously sometimes."

Speeding on the highway, Blooddemon drove Laurentina to the city's landship parking lot. The surrounding scenery shrank into afterimages.

“How is college life?”

"Hmm... It's very leisurely and peaceful. It's rare that I can calm down and study sculptures." Laurentina stretched, showing off her beautiful curves. "I have loved sculptures since I was a child."

“You said this a long time ago,” Accardo added, “when your thoughts were most confused.”

"Well, anyway, I'm very grateful for this opportunity to fulfill my childhood dream."

Laurentina smiled. She always liked to smile when she was with Akado because she could always find the shadows of her compatriots in this guy.

This landman, with the same arrogance as Agor, in his bones, ignored and despised many existences...

"Where are we going now?" After several years of learning sculpture, Laurentina slowly developed a kind of rock-like quietness. When her mineralogy was not acting up, her temperament was always quiet and peaceful.

"I'm taking you to see a doctor today."

"I remember you said that no doctor could cure my disease."

"Deep-sea hunters are connected by blood, there will always be someone who can help you."

......

"Doc!" A group of kids surrounded the hooded man in the cafeteria.

"Ah, it's Tarkov, Ino, Sasha, O. Henry..." The doctor called out everyone's name easily.

"Everyone is in high spirits," she nodded. "Good afternoon."

"Don't interrupt!" Someone was angry. "I saw you sneak into Sister Yelena's dormitory last night!"

Because of her special illness, Yelena lives in a single dormitory, which is very close to the medical department, making it convenient for rescue.

"This is slander," the doctor denied. "How could I run into the operator's dormitory so late at night?"

"But! Sister Yelena's face was very red this morning!"

"That means the new medicine from the medical department has worked very well. Her condition has improved."

While everyone was arguing about whether the Doctor had done something malicious while Yelena was recuperating, someone suddenly broke in.

"Acardo is back!"

Hearing this, the children rushed out again. They all had a good impression of Acardo, as they had all been rescued by him when they were seriously ill or hungry.

But there was no Akado outside the door.

There was no sign of the Doctor in the cafeteria either.

The office of Dr.

Accardo put Laurentina, who had somehow fallen unconscious, into the office chair.

"Can it be solved?" He looked at the doctor.

"Well... I can't do that," Skadi shook her head. "I can only suppress the interference of Originium on my mind, but your treatment is advanced and effective enough. No matter what I do, it will be useless."

The Originium content in Laurentina's body is too high, and if it leaks out, it would be enough to infect a small city.

If it weren't for Hai Si's blood neutralizing the disease, she would have died long ago.

The closer she is to the sea, the less influence the Originium has on her.

The opposite is true.

Skadi gently stroked Laurentina's cheek, and the will of the crowd brought back the memory of this compatriot.

“She was a little bored in Columbia, but she was happy.”

"After all, I like sculpture, and there is always soil for art and inspiration to sprout."

"Yes, she always wanted to be a sculptor when she was little, but unfortunately the war and the existential crisis tore her dream into pieces."

Acardo understood the implication of her words and asked, "Is this all right?"

"The duties of a deep-sea hunter no longer have meaning," Skadi poured him a cup of hot water.

"Then let her live the life she wants on land," Akado pulled out a stack of documents from somewhere, "It's a very good plan. Prosthetics."

"You must treat my lovely Shark well," Skadi put on an entrusting look and picked up the documents.

Ok? !

Isn't this Cyberpunk 2077?

David, woooo, my David.

Rebecca, woooo, woooo, my Rebecca.

*

As for Laurentina following Akado, this was something she had expected.

Whether in terms of combat effectiveness or uniqueness, it is worth it for a certain blood demon to spend a huge price to win her over. Specifically, Accardo almost gathered the top medical resources in Colombia to solve Laurentina's mental problems.

Of course, the chips and devices implanted in his brain also allowed him to counter Laurentina's rampage to a certain extent without any loss.