Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

To be honest, in the first second after he fell, Lao Qi was quite relieved because the street where he fell was full of people coming and going, bustling about.

Ah, humankind, what a beautiful word, what a beautiful race.

It doesn't matter which world the human comes from, he loves them all the same way!

—Then, in the next second, that feeling of relief shattered like glass.

It's true that people come and go, but none of the humans coming and going are purely natural human beings. They either have prosthetics or artificial organs. Even worse, their hands, feet, eyes, muscles, chests, and buttocks have all been replaced with machines!

Is it really possible for the human content to be 30%? I'm asking you.

This is absolutely unbelievable.

But this is just the beginning, it's only the very start!

It's true that there's a lot of people, but what are all those people doing?

The answer is that some people are addicted to meth, some are hitting people with their cars, some are engaging in group sex in public, and there are more than one person jumping off a 30-story building. In the end, they don't get any concern or sympathy from others, and they don't even get any onlookers!

After the jump, there were only a few groups of cleaners exchanging threats over the body. Later, they even pulled out guns and started a shooting contest. After gaining ownership of the body, they were too lazy to take it away and dissect it. They just started dissecting it.

I fucking bastard, what the hell are you doing to my Hagis?!

If it weren't for the fact that he had just fallen and couldn't even use his Ultraman powers to speak, Old Seven would have really wanted to swear and would have been unable to resist taking action against humans for the first time, dragging these beasts to the ground.

He can tolerate human malice and refrain from doing anything to bad people among humanity, but that is on the premise that human malice is directed at people and things outside of humanity.

But what are they doing?

Degrading oneself, ruining others, killing people at the slightest disagreement—oh dear, even Ultraman Seven would want to close his eyes in disgust.

He had certainly seen things of this magnitude before, but those were on other planets and among other races. He had never seen anything like this on Earth.

If other aliens were to do these things, Old Seven would be angry but could barely accept it, because the Land of Light has always explicitly prohibited interference in the internal affairs and directions of the local people of other planets and races.

But what if a human did that?

Well, I'm really sorry, there's really nothing to say. Okay, let's just use the Land of Light's rules as toilet paper!

There is only one chance for humanity to return from flawed cybernetic bodies to true, natural humans. If we cannot liberate humanity from the oppression of cyberpunk, then let all cybernetic machines burn fiercely!

"Uh... so what exactly are you? I don't understand."

The slow-witted Jack really didn't understand.

Night City, residential area, high-rise buildings, V's rented room.

The Vortex Gang was no match for the exceptionally talented V and Jack, but in order to escape their pursuit, they were already far from the place where they were supposed to meet the middleman. After much deliberation, they decided to go back to their hideout and rest for a while.

Once they were completely safe here, Jack couldn't contain his curiosity.

In short, I am an alien from the M78 Nebula. Due to an attack by evil individuals, my powers were sealed, and I became what you see now. Do you understand?

Jack's eyes widened, and he exclaimed "Wow!" without showing any lingering fear from the threat he had just faced: "Oh! How rare! So this is what aliens look like?"

“I understand,” V nodded. “Anyway, it means it has nothing to do with us. Hey, Jack, call the middleman over, let’s make the deal right here.”

No, quite the opposite, our relationship with you is the most significant.

V tilted his head: "What do you mean?"

Because I chose you.

"You're trying to extort me?!"

You can say that if you want, but this time it's mandatory.

V was no saint, and immediately raised his pistol, pointing it at the Seven doll: "Stop being a riddle-teller, what the hell do you want?"

[The path of cybernetics is wrong. I hope you can abandon cybernetics and return to the path of pure humanity. Take yourself as a role model and leader to change people's current wrong ideas and restore their current appalling moral standards to a higher level.]

"what?"

When Seven said this, V and Jack were both dumbfounded. "No, do you really know what you're talking about?"

"Let's put aside all morality for now. Just... you want me to give up my cybernetic body? Are you even thinking straight, buddy? Don't you want to see how much stronger and more useful a cybernetic body is compared to a human body? This is definitely mechanical ascension, something you can only dream of."

"Don't even mention asking me to abandon my cybernetic body. I just regret not having enough money, otherwise I would have already replaced it with a whole set of the latest cybernetic bodies. How could you think we would stand on your side? You're crazy."

No, that's the most wrong idea.

If an organ or limb is damaged due to an accident and is replaced with a prosthetic body, then it can indeed be said that prosthetic bodies are a great invention, compensating for some of humanity's shortcomings.

However, during the time I was discovered and taken in by those scavengers, I realized that people nowadays actively seek prosthetic bodies, which is completely abandoning their human identity.

You should believe that the human body possesses no less potential than these machines, and based on my observations, the more advanced these prosthetics are, the greater the oppression they place on humanity, potentially leading to some irreversible illness. This is a huge problem.

If this continues, this disease will gradually become a hereditary disease in humans, and even newborns without any prosthetic grafts may develop it. However, if humans grow up naturally through exercise, they will never have this problem, understand?

Although his power was sealed, his vision remained. The seventh brother was deeply worried, for he had seen the terrifying aspects of cyber psychosis.

If we don't abandon cybernetic bodies, in just two or three generations, humanity will collectively develop a natural cyberpsychosis, which is a terrifying future.

But V curled his lip, completely unmoved: "What does that have to do with a lowly mercenary like me who could die at any moment? Stop it, don't give me that high-sounding nonsense."

"Besides, you're really talking nonsense. You say human potential is no less than that of prosthetics? Then find me a natural human who can train to make their natural body comparable to Adam Hammer."

[That person is you, V.]

Coincidentally not.

Before seeing V, Lao Qi wasn't sure, but once he saw V, he understood—this was a treasure delivered right to his door.

Compared to the people he saw on the street, and the various middlemen who had contact with the Cleaners, V and Jack, although they weren't exactly kind, were clearly among the best in this cyberpunk world.

Moreover, while V may not be able to handle one or two monsters with ease, his body possesses enormous potential. Once unleashed, he would be a typical superhuman, capable of boasting about anything and everything.

V has high potential in grafting prosthetics. Even with a full body of prosthetics, he is unlikely to show any symptoms of cybernetic psychosis. However, this is just a byproduct of his status as a superhuman.

If someone were to go down the path of having a full body of prosthetics, that would be a waste, a complete squandering of resources.

Such a promising talent should be seized upon, given intensive training, and molded into a leader of the Natural Person faction to ignite a Natural Person craze!

“I think you’ve gone mad.” V said speechlessly, “Stop talking nonsense, or I’ll have the middleman come and arrest you right away.”

Forgive me, V, Jack.

"You have to do it—"

With an apology, and using a very small amount of Ultra psychic power, V and Jack's dialed phone numbers were all erased, leaving them unable to move a single finger as they were forcibly controlled.

Fortunately, he can still speak.

Jack exclaimed, "Shit, we're done for, bro!"

"Shut up! I haven't even thought about dying yet! Damn it, you evil alien, what do you want?!" V really wished he could turn back time and not take this job.

He always felt that he was about to be involved in something terrible.

Don't be nervous or worried. I won't hurt you in any way. I just hope you can take my advice seriously. I don't want any intermediaries interrupting our conversation.

"Your suggestion?" V clicked his tongue. "Since you say you won't hurt us, that means even if I don't take your lousy advice, you won't kill us, nor will you keep us under your control until we starve to death?"

Yes, I swear.

"Fine, since you put it that way, I'll be blunt. You want me to give up my prosthetic body? Impossible, unless I'm crazy!"

Hmm... Troublesome.

The seventh brother choked a little.

For the sake of all Hags, it is imperative to put V and Jack on the right path, mainly because it would truly be entirely beneficial for both of them.

Otherwise, after three generations, the human population on Earth would begin to decline sharply due to hereditary cyberpsychosis, and by the fifth generation, they would all be wiped out.

Moreover, due to synchronicity, even if humanity achieves data consciousness ascension, abandoning the body and leaving only consciousness to live in the electronic network, it is not impossible for a cyber version of cyberpsychosis to emerge, and it will still face extinction.

Unfortunately, people didn't believe it.

Even though people might not believe it, and you can't just get on the train first and buy a ticket later, the problem is, Lao Qi can't get over his own conscience.

It's easy to talk about the principles of the Land of Light as if they were toilet paper, but when it comes to actually doing them, they're still incredibly nervous. Even if there's no one else from the Ultra Universe in the entire universe, the Land of Light can't possibly observe this place.

Moreover, this was the first time he had forced humans to do things they didn't want to do.

But the rules that need to be followed can't be broken like this; there has to be a process... Yes!

Okay, since you're unwilling, I won't force you. But I suddenly had a guess.

"What guess?" Jack asked instinctively, sighing at the lack of a sense of calm in his heart.

[I've come to the conclusion that prosthetic bodies might be part of an alien conspiracy.]

"Isn't that your conspiracy?" Jack almost choked Old Seven with another sentence.

[It's not me, it's other aliens. Think about it, cybernetic bodies are extremely harmful to humanity. They might have been created and promoted by other aliens to exterminate humanity. All those companies and such, the masterminds behind them are actually aliens.]

This isn't just wishful thinking; I've actually encountered this situation.

This is real.

He received a call from another world, but he couldn't go there himself, so he projected his power onto that world and lent it to an agent named JIN, turning him into Seven to defeat the enemy.

It was also a cyberpunk Earth, and the greatest enemy there was a group of aliens who manipulated the government to enslave and dominate humanity. They were tiny alien life forms that looked like spiders and were called Gracchis.

Over there, the Ultra Warriors are called Seven X.

That world, under the control of aliens, has taken on a cyberpunk style, to the point that people see no future or hope at all. Some people become depressed and commit suicide, while others choose to go to other different kinds of aliens and go to other planets.

At the time, because he couldn't go there in person and because of the principles of the Land of Light, he only killed the mastermind but did not intervene to change the cyberpunk system that the human world had become.

This has always been something he keeps in mind.

Now, the cyberpunk style in Night City is far more intense than in Jin's world, and people are suffering even more. Since this is the second time we've encountered this kind of world, we absolutely cannot let Night City repeat the mistakes of Jin's world.

The mastermind behind the scenes must be killed, and the cyberpunk system must be overturned!

As for your point that there are no aliens behind this, and it's purely humans who are courting death by using prosthetic bodies?

Haha.

Sorry, I don't know. Anyway, you have no evidence to prove that this is purely a case of native life going astray. As a stellar observer, I guess it's aliens causing trouble. That makes perfect sense, right?

"An alien?" V didn't even want to say anything.

What, you don't believe me?

“I believe you, I believe you,” V shook his head helplessly. “If I say I believe you, you can let me and Jack go, right? Okay, okay, I believe you.”