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One week later, The Edge Walker officially premiered.

The air seemed to freeze across the entire internet.

Having experienced the baptism of that crazy PV.

Whether they were the jesters who had previously mocked and ridiculed him, the gamers who were now disheartened, or the longtime viewers who both loved and hated Su Bai, they were all drawn to him.

They were all sitting obediently in front of the screen.

Expectation, doubt, and fervor—all these emotions intertwined and converged into a terrifying surge of traffic.

Bilibili's servers even experienced two buffering issues within the first ten minutes of the broadcast due to the overwhelming number of viewers.

"Here it comes! I'm all ready to enjoy that old scoundrel Su's new work!"

"A heads-up: have some nitroglycerin pills ready. This is a work by that old scoundrel Su. Those who know, know!"

"Cure? I don't believe you for a second! I'll see what you're really up to this time!"

At Storm Games' regional headquarters in the Dragon Kingdom, Adam had booked an entire screening room and invited all of the company's senior executives and core employees.

He held a glass of champagne, a triumphant smile on his face, as if he were the creator of this animation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the moment to witness a miracle has arrived!"

It's exactly eight o'clock.

The screen lights up.

The story begins in a quiet classroom.

A handsome, dark-haired boy is wearing a HyperDream device and is immersed in virtual learning.

At the bottom of the screen, subtitles displayed his name, David, and the school he attended, Arasaka Academy.

"Arasaka Academy?!"

Some knowledgeable viewers immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"Isn't that the top-tier corporate elite school in the Cyberpunk 2088 game universe? Is the protagonist a rich kid?"

The live chat was instantly flooded with comments like, "Don't underestimate a young man's potential, but beware of a young man's wealth."

However, the next second, the scene changed.

David removed the equipment, revealing a dilapidated apartment.

He skillfully opened the washing machine and tossed the seemingly shiny school uniform jacket inside.

The washing machine's operating program was a pirated, cracked version flashing a red warning.

He opened the refrigerator, which was empty except for a few cheap nutritional supplements.

The elite student who had just attended classes at a top-tier academy stood in stark contrast to the slum-like environment he was now in.

Holy crap! So it was all just a case of putting on a brave face?

This setting is quite interesting; it's not just a mindless overpowered protagonist story.

[My heart aches for them. Aren't they just impoverished students in the cyberpunk world?]

Just as the audience's emotions were stirred with a hint of sympathy, an even more blatant malice came crashing down.

At school, a rich second-generation student covered in designer brands and cybernetic implants beats David mercilessly because David's pirated system affected his devices.

David was beaten black and blue, but he could only grit his teeth and remain silent.

The deep-seated class disparity, the sense of powerlessness caused by poverty and its wanton trampling, gripped the hearts of every viewer like an invisible hand.

It's so depressing.

Just as the audience's anger was about to be ignited, the tone changed again.

Late at night, David's mother, Gloria, dragged her tired body home.

She is an emergency nurse who works day and night, all for the sake of her son's future success.

Seeing the injury on her son's face, she didn't scold him. Instead, she tenderly wiped his wounds, awkwardly comforted him, and while washing the blood-stained school uniform, she kept talking about her hopes for the future.

"David, you are different from us. You are smart and special."

"If you can graduate from Arakasaka Academy, we can leave this awful place and live in a better place."

The mother and son ate the cheapest food in their cramped apartment.

But the undisguised love in her mother's eyes, and her longing for the future, seemed to be the only light in this cold city.

[Waaaaah, Mom's so great! This is what a healing anime should be like!]

[Has that old scoundrel Su finally had a change of heart?]

Please, please don't kill my mom!

The mother and son depend on each other for survival and try their best to live. The plot may be cliché, but it's truly heartwarming.

In this brief moment of warmth, countless viewers completely let down their guard and began to sincerely cheer for the mother and son, hoping that they could realize their dreams soon.

However, Su Bai is not a man who would show tenderness to the audience.

The next day, on her way to work, Gloria lost control of her vehicle and was involved in a serious car accident while trying to avoid a sudden gang shootout.

"Buzz!"

The piercing alarm shattered the sky.

A silver-white floating medical vessel roared in, bearing the prominent logo of the trauma team.

The audience's hearts jumped into their throats instantly.

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The medic didn't even glance at Gloria again, turning to the equally injured man in the other luxury car and providing him with first aid.

Then, they took the man and flew away without looking back.

Only Gloria was left behind, abandoned on the cold street like trash.

This moment.

Time seemed to stand still.

There was a strange three-second pause in the comments section across the entire internet.

Everyone was stunned by this extremely cruel scene.

Money is life.

Without money, you don't even qualify for treatment.

"No!"

In a university dormitory, a girl covered her mouth, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the internet exploded.

【？？？？？？？？】

[Holy crap! Why aren't they saving her?!]

Is this Night City?

I feel like I can't breathe, really, it feels like a huge rock is pressing on my chest!

The story continues.

David rushed to a low-cost public hospital in a frenzy.

He looked at his mother lying on the hospital bed through the glass, his eyes bloodshot.

A doctor with a blank expression walked over and informed him in a formulaic tone.

"We have done everything we can to provide your mother with all the services covered by her health insurance plan."

"You can go settle the bill and then take care of the aftermath."

After saying that, the doctor turned and left, as if he were not talking about a human life, but a commodity to be disposed of.

On the screen, David's pupils suddenly contracted, and the whole world lost its color in his eyes.

Off-screen, countless viewers were left with blank minds.

died?

That hardworking woman who placed all her hopes on her son, that only source of light in her despairing life, that gentle mother.

So, he died because he had no money?

What happened to the promised cure?

What happened to the promised comeback?

What is this?

"Snapped!"

In the Storm Game screening room, Adam's champagne glass fell to the ground and shattered.

The smile on his face had long since frozen, replaced by an expression of shock and ecstasy.

He finally understood.

What Su Bai wanted to do was never some kind of action-packed gay porn.

What he wants to do is capture the soul of the cyberpunk IP.

That sense of powerlessness and fatalism, crushed by capital and class, is poured into the minds of every viewer, unchanged, or even more cruelly!

Beijing.

Science fiction master Chen Tianming stared blankly at the screen, his lips trembling slightly.

He had initially thought Su Bai was merely playing with visual spectacles, but now he realized that beneath that dazzling PV lay such a heavy and sharp core.

"He's not making animation."

"He is depicting a future, a future we least want to see, yet one that is most likely to happen."

Healing Animation Company.

Shen Qingyue looked at the comments section in the background, which was instantly filled with anger, sadness, and curses. Her face turned pale and her body trembled slightly.

"Su Bai, haven't we gone too far?"

"The audience's reaction..."

Before she could finish speaking, Su Bai calmly interrupted her.

Su Bai didn't look at the data; his gaze remained fixed on the boy on the screen, curled up in an empty apartment, crying silently.

A slight smile played on his lips, and a hint of wild excitement gleamed in his eyes.

Is it big? No.

"This is nothing."

"How can he pick up the key that allows him to embrace the whole world if he doesn't smash everything he owns?"