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

"As professional mercenaries, you should know that this is simply impossible. Don't be foolish and court death."

“I know that too…” V was about to retort when he suddenly changed his tune with a look of horror, after seeing something. “Ahem, what I mean is, of course I know your point of view is wrong. Just you wait and see, old V.”

"Once we've trained to a decent level, we'll treat you to all the good food and drink, and you'll never have to eat synthetic bread again."

Old Wei chuckled, “It’s good that you have this idea, but forget it, it seems that persuasion is useless. You can continue practicing. I’ll keep all these prosthetics for you. If you change your mind someday, come back to me and I’ll reattach them for you. I’ll give you a 90% discount on the surgery fee.”

"Nice, Vee, I knew you were reliable!" Jack gave a thumbs up.

Alright, we've had lunch and rested enough. Time to start the afternoon classes.

Just as V and Jack were being moved and melted by Old Vie, feeling love, Old Seven's impatient, devilish voice rang out again. Jack's face stiffened, and he couldn't help but shout, "Are you a devil?!"

"What?" Old Wei asked, puzzled.

Jack quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I wasn't talking about you."

V gave Jack a look to keep Old V calm, then turned around and muttered under his breath, "Damn it, even demons have their limits. Couldn't you at least pretend for a second?"

"Even I, someone with a low level of education who never went to school, know that if you exercise too much in a short period of time, your whole body will collapse, let alone have any training effect. You, an alien, don't even know this?"

[No, firstly, you yourself are exceptionally gifted, so there's absolutely nothing to worry about. Secondly, with me watching over Jack, rhabdomyolysis won't happen, believe me. Although this bit of telekinesis isn't very useful, it can still prevent the two of you from experiencing the side effects of overtraining.]

"No way..."

V's face contorted, his teeth aching, his entire face almost twisted into a ball, and he stared in utter astonishment, completely numb.

If someone could heal him anytime, anywhere, unconditionally when he was a mercenary, he would be ecstatic. That would mean immortality, allowing him to take on all sorts of extremely difficult missions indefinitely. In less than a month, he could become a big celebrity and a legendary figure in Night City.

But now, uh... just thinking about the aches and pains all over my body from being chased by a jeep all morning, ugh, just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

If Lao Qi can help treat the body anytime and anywhere, doesn't that mean that every day from morning to afternoon, and maybe even night, will be like this? Every day will be like this?

No way! Let him enjoy himself for at least another thirty years!

[Are you wasting time rambling on? Get moving!]

I don't care about this or that. Old Seven has a big stick in his hand. Come on, choose one: either go for a run, or you can hang me up and beat me.

"what……"

V stopped, trembling.

He struggled for a long time, thinking it over and over, his expression sorrowful, his face clearly showing a desolate look, his lips moving but no sound coming out.

His attitude finally became respectful, and he clearly said, "Yes, Captain..."

Even if I starve to death, die of thirst, die of exhaustion, die of rhabdomyolysis, or die of depression and suicide, I will hate you, you old bastard, to the ends of the earth and never forget your malice towards me for the rest of my life!

One day, I will definitely kill you. I will not accept any compensation from you. I will definitely kill you, Ultraman Seven!

Kill your enemy!

……

……

"Mmm, smells amazing! Haha, Captain, what is this? My god, this is a hundred times better than synthetic meat and tech-based dishes! My goodness, everything I've ever eaten in my life combined is not as good as tonight's meal!"

Chew, chew, chew.

His cheeks were completely sunburned.

Under the starry night, V and Jack, who had been exhausted and treated like idiots all day, drove their old car from the junkyard to get a barely usable grill. They were eating natural vegetables and grilled meat, and the smiles on their faces were more than they had in their entire previous lives.

The seventh puppet stood to the side, its face full of satisfaction.

You can't expect a horse to run without feeding it. He might do that to Feng Yuan, but he wouldn't do it to a human.

As for the fact that the Land of Light generally does not allow its guards to conjure food directly for the alien natives... but what does it matter? Anyway, the Land of Light can't observe this place right now.

For the sake of the Hagis, he only made a small mistake, the kind of small mistake every space patrolman makes, cough cough.

How is it? Do you like it? Is it delicious?

"It's delicious, so incredibly delicious!" V sniffed. "I won't kill you anymore, Seventh Brother. You're like my own father, even a real father wouldn't treat you like this!"

Hey, this little rascal, he's got some ideas.

Okay, now think about it. Do you want to be able to eat these things openly and legitimately in the future? Do you want more of your friends, future partners, and children to be able to eat these things too?

V and Jack nodded repeatedly like rattles: "Yes, yes, yes, we really want to!"

Let's look forward, train hard, train relentlessly, and move forward.

[My words to you are never false. Do not doubt yourselves, do not lack confidence, and do not care about the opinions of others. Think about it: you will train yourselves to the point where you can overturn people's preconceived notions about nature and the human body, and then step by step, restore the earth to its beautiful natural state, grow vegetables, and raise cattle and sheep.]

[When the time comes, everyone will be able to enjoy this kind of grilled meat and vegetables, and while eating, they will think of your hard work. Now, do you still have the motivation? Answer me loudly!]

"Have!"

"Haven't you eaten? Speak louder!"

"Yes, Captain!"

The loud, heartfelt shout caused V and Jack's eyes to sharpen.

For tomorrow's natural barbecue, oh, oh, yeah!

Volume 1: 471. The Old Man's Explosive Burning Technique

471. The old man's explosive burning technique.

A brand new and beautiful sight has risen steadily in the city of night ever since.

Every morning at six o'clock, accompanied by the steady "heave-ho, heave-ho" breathing sounds, V and Jack would appear steadily on the street, refreshing at fixed times, taking increasingly graceful steps, waving their hands vigorously in time with their steps, their upper bodies straight, and looking straight ahead.

No matter what changes or accidents occur, none of them can stop the two of them from circling the entire Night City.

Even if a car accident suddenly occurs ahead, or there are groups of homeless people on the ground who are addicted to drugs, or even if the NCPD is on duty, or even if a warning has been issued that there are cyberpsychotics in the vicinity, or if terrible heavy weapons gunfire and artillery shelling are heard not far away, or even if the Terrorist Mobile Unit has been dispatched.

At first, V and Jack were a little flustered and nervous, but after experiencing more, they became completely focused and indifferent even when the cyberpsychosis was right next to them.

All I could see was the desire to run through the entire Night City and complete more missions.

After all, if you don't finish, you'll be hung up. Seeing your good brother who lasted longer than you enjoying his barbecue, you're not afraid of your brother driving a Land Rover, you're afraid that the Land Rover has nothing to do with you.

The task involves walking around Night City once a day, limited to two hours from 6 to 8 in the morning, using only the human body, and regardless of whether it is completed or not, starting to jump back to the starting point in a frog-like manner after 8 o'clock, and then continuing with other fitness exercises.

Are you kidding me?

Everyone who saw these two figures braving wind and rain scoffed at them, and countless sarcastic remarks flooded in like a tidal wave every day, directed at V and Jack.

There were even people with terrible tempers who tried to stop them on several occasions, breaking their bones and throwing them onto the street to be run over by cars.

If it weren't for the seventh brother's Ultra Telekinesis constantly targeting these bad-tempered and vicious guys, preventing them from getting close to V and Jack as soon as they got up because of things like stepping on banana peels, V and Jack, who were the first to stick their necks out, would have died countless times by now.

Each time, V and Jack were completely unaware of the malice lurking around them. They were so focused on the goals that Seven had set for them that they had given their all. They only realized how close they had come to danger when they reviewed the events afterward.

But no matter how hard they tried or how much they were not afraid of hardship, every time the sun rose the next day, Lao Qi would give them a slightly higher requirement, making their hearts, which were already holding their breath, feel discouraged again, thinking, how could this possibly be accomplished?

However, when they entered a state of flow and suddenly woke up at dusk, they were surprised to find that they had made a little more progress than the day before.

Although I still haven't been able to achieve the goal set by Lao Qi, my progress and growth are objective facts that can be perfectly presented in various data.

Seeing the data improve every day compared to the previous day fills them with a sense of pride and accomplishment, making them think, "This is worth it even if I die from exhaustion." They fall asleep with smiles on their faces.

However, besides that smile, the anger pent up inside them was also growing stronger. Every night, when they heard Lao Qi's sarcastic and provocative rebukes, V and Jack would clench their fists and take a deep breath.

Bull Demon King, just you wait and see! Tomorrow we must exceed the target and slap that evil seventh brother in the face! After slapping his left cheek, we'll slap his right cheek too! That born evil seventh brother, you alien, die!

Immersed in their own world, the two of them stopped paying attention to the date and just focused on exercising.

Gradually, the sarcastic remarks from various passersby gradually diminished over time.

The cacophony vanished on its own, replaced by a multitude of astonished gazes that seemed to say, "I can't understand it, but I'm deeply shocked," and a tiny minority of stares that, though initially extremely rare, had begun to emerge as expressions of "Me too, me too..."

A person who is immersed in hard work is the most attractive, and this is especially true for a hardworking man.

Although hard work alone is not enough, V and Jack are working towards becoming stronger—single-mindedly and without reservation, taking firm steps every day on the path to becoming the strongest man in the world.

Even a man, if he only does it once in his life, will fantasize about becoming the strongest man in the world.

Therefore, people take shortcuts by taking drugs, they listen to flattery and deceive themselves, and they get prosthetics to compete with each other. However, all of these are acquired behaviors.

The most recognized and acknowledged strength engraved deep within human genes is the innate ability to act, the training that automatically evolves from that action, and the perseverance that accompanies that training.

Even in Cyberpunk 2077, even in Night City.

The annoying flies were gradually decreasing, but V and Jack were completely unaware of it. The more this happened, the better things became.

In Night City, very few people walking on the streets hadn't seen V and Jack. Even if no one asked them their names in person, curious people would always go around asking about them.

Thus, two mercenaries who were as common as trash on the street in Night City, Karami, unexpectedly became famous and came into the public eye.

Even the 'big shots' who frequent the 'Next Life' bar, which is filled with many legendary figures from Night City, would inadvertently mention these two special people during their gatherings.

Naturally, V and Jack are known as "Lucky Fools," but no one would believe that it was either the two of them or anyone connected to them who was preventing others from killing them, because luck is something that even corporate dogs can't control; it's an ethereal and intangible thing.

As things have progressed to this point, many people have changed their views. They no longer want to break V and Jack's backs and throw them into the road to be run over. Instead, they just want to see how far these two idiots can go.

Let's see when these two lucky fools will stop exercising.

By then, it doesn't matter whether those two lucky fools are sick and need to take medicine and rest, or because they have no savings and need to earn money to make a living, or for some other reason.

In any case, if V and Jack don't come out to carry out this training process for even a single day, that will be the moment they die.

At that time, countless people who have been waiting to see the show will swarm around like vultures, watching some legendary figures publicly beat these two lucky fools to death, smashing them to pieces, tearing them into several pieces like rag dolls.

Anyone who finds one of these bodies will be rich! There are plenty of wealthy people willing to pay for the bodies of these two lucky idiots.

Just imagining the incredulous expressions on the faces of these two idiots who constantly proclaim themselves the best natural humans will be easily killed by cyborgs is enough to make many people impatient and eager to see what happens.

As a result, recently a large number of well-known and unknown middlemen have directly sent out many commissions, all of which are very easy, risk-free and without any conspiracies, and the rewards are so high that some middlemen even put their own money into the commissions.

This is a conspiracy.

If V and Jack are attracted to each other and accept the relationship, then a dazzling spark can ignite.

Although Night City has all sorts of big events every day, a natural versus a cybernetic human who firmly believes that naturals are the best is something that has never happened before.

There have been matches between natural humans and cybernetic humans, but those were all carefully arranged contests. Every natural human who went on stage knew that they were just there to make money and attract attention, so those kinds of matches were boring.

Unfortunately, V and Jack didn't even glance at the requests sent by these middlemen, which was really disappointing.

However, an unexpected turning point arrived very quickly.