Invading the Multiverse, the Creator of the Only Real World

Even some of the masterminds had their own artificial intelligence clones directly purged.

Since the upper-level route was not feasible, the masterminds turned their attention to the homeless people, who were used as broilers by the company dogs to seek credit.

In reality, the capitalists in America have no idea that the reason these homeless people are able to gain merit is because scientists in the world of Cyberpunk 2077 are using them for experiments.

They hope to break through the firewall of the Endless World, and Qingdi is happy for them to do so, because with their various bizarre ideas, they can constantly improve the structure of the Endless World and prevent loopholes.

"Maybe we need a legend." said a wandering online soul.

"Yes, a hero who can create legends and shine with unparalleled brilliance." In an instant, everyone else understood it completely.

"What is the price?" All legendary stories are based on the collapse of evil.

"How about a Night City?"

A city's survival depends on a few words, but what does that mean compared to a world?

They have reserved a position for a hero, but who will be that hero?

They long for that world, a beautiful world.

Unaware of the offensive and defensive war from the Endless World, the entire Blue Star World continued to enjoy the benefits of the Endless World as always, and all kinds of supplies, power and items from the Endless World were exchanged in batches.

Many American companies have once again reaped the world by selling the technology of the Cyberpunk 2077 world.

As a result, more people set their sights on this world and began to enter it.

Then what greeted them was killing. The scene of massacre was so cruel and chilling that the bloody smell filled the whole space.

A completely insane cyber-psychopath is slaughtering people on the streets, and the blood has dyed the entire city red.

He held a blade flashing with cold light, his eyes filled with madness and cruelty. He kept swinging the blade, ruthlessly killing the people around him. Screams rang out one after another, and the breath of death enveloped the entire street.

Everyone ran away skillfully. It would have been fine if it was just an ordinary cyber psychopath, but this time the crazy one was a fully armed elite mercenary. The equipment on his body was even more elite than that of the terrorist mobile team responsible for suppressing cyber maniacs.

Too fast, too fast. The twisted figure looked even more terrifying against the bloody background. The face of this cyber-psychopath was twisted with a crazy smile, as if he was a demon from hell. Every time he swung his knife, it was accompanied by ruthless murderous intent, taking away a life. Every bullet landed accurately on a passerby.

The buildings on the street had been destroyed to pieces, with flames blazing and smoke filling the air. The entire street was shrouded in deathly silence.

Along with an even more violent and distorted figure, an unmanned police car stopped on the street, and more than a dozen fully armed terrorist mobile teams that also exuded a crazy aura came out at the same time.

The same hysteria, the same morbidity, without the slightest words, at a speed beyond vision, they collided directly under the torrential rain of bullets.

It is not just the world of Cyberpunk 2077, but after the magic modification, there will be unexpected childhood memories in the back.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 47 The Birth of the Family Man

The ground was covered in blood, and Adam was crawling on the ground struggling to survive. He only wanted to make a little money here to treat his mother's illness and let his sister go to a better school. However, he did not expect that after entering this world, such a horrific battle would take place.

The eyes of the cyber psychopath became more fanatical and distorted. In one hand he held an energy weapon that flashed red light, and in the other hand he held a gun that continuously spewed bullets and flames. The mechanical device on his body made a buzzing sound, as if it was a bomb that was about to explode. His saliva dripped, and his whole body made movements that were completely inconsistent with the physiological limits of the human body.

kill!

No, he no longer had the intention to kill. It was more like an instinctive catharsis, like a skilled puppeteer controlling a steel puppet to slaughter and kill as much as he wanted.

The members of the Terrorist Mobile Squad are wearing police prosthetics and holding various advanced weapons. Their figures are looming in the moonlight, and they face the madness of the cyber psychopaths with the same madness.

The fight began. The cyber psychopaths shot at the members of the Terrorist Squad crazily. The energy weapons made a harsh sound and sparks flew. The members of the Terrorist Squad cooperated tacitly, dodged and fought back quickly. Bullets flew everywhere and the explosions were deafening.

The entire battlefield instantly turned into a chaotic sea of ​​fire, filled with smoke and blood. The cyber psychopaths laughed wildly and kept shooting, while the members of the Terrorist Mobile Team responded with the same madness.

The reaction speed, shooting skills, and close combat techniques between the two have far exceeded the imagination of the homeless people. Even if an elite special forces team from Blue Star faces one of them, they will be slaughtered.

This is simply not something humans can do. The speed is beyond vision and can even withstand bullets. Zeta Technology's Sanwestin Type 2 and Kirusi's prosthetic eyes. The technologies that Adam can see are already priced sky-high on the Endless World's official website. If one gets one and sells it on Blue Star, the value will be even more terrifying.

This fierce battle allows players who have just entered the world of Cyberpunk 2077 to deeply feel the cruelty and ruthlessness of the cyber future. Violence and madness are intertwined in this world, but this is the world of Cyberpunk, a decadent world full of despair and madness.

Night City, the global center of many large companies, is also one of the few large cities in the world. After experiencing a brutal war, a large city stood on the North American continent. It was a rotten mess, but compared to the wasteland outside the city, ordinary people could still survive here.

Many players' initial login location is Night City, where they hang out, hoping to get rich overnight.

As for working diligently? Working on Blue Star, and working in the Endless World, what is the meaning of entering the Endless World?

In the eyes of people in eastern Asia, the endless world can free them from constraints and bring them happiness, relaxation and pleasure, while those who have not yet become Buddhists can surpass others.

But in America's view, this endless world is similar to the North American continent, a virgin land that has not yet been developed.

When it comes to pursuing profit, it is not an exaggeration to call him a desperado.

"Is this cyberpsychosis? If I go back to exchange these prosthetics, will I also..." Adam thought tremblingly.

Cyberpsychosis is a general term for all anxiety-related mental and personality disorders caused by hardware implanted in the body and various behavioral modules including software.

Some are due to the incompatibility of the implant with the body, some are due to conflicts between various implants, and some are due to the use of implants that have long been programmed to be cheap.

Many people just laughed at it, but now they have truly witnessed how dangerous a crazy, elite, fully armed cyberpsychopath is, and this danger is not only to others, but also to destroy himself.

Adam hid behind a huge piece of rubble. The bursting bullets and lasers could easily destroy the stones on the road. Each bullet had the power of an explosion that could directly smash half of a person's body. The colorful light blades could directly cut off the stones smoothly and neatly.

These cyber-psychopaths are veritable killing machines, but many of them still didn't escape because they were trying to pick up trash.

The prosthetic bodies that keep bursting out and falling, whoever I pick up is mine.

After all, in Night City, scavenger is a "serious" profession. They attack unsuspecting passers-by or gangsters, harvest their cybernetic bodies and organs and sell them on the black market.

Many players have joined the scavenger organization. After all, in their eyes and the eyes of the original scavengers, human life is just a pile of commodities that can be exchanged for money in the black market.

"what!"

A shrill scream was heard as a garbage man's entire body was shattered into pieces. In his arms was a gun dropped by a terrorist team member.

"You're really asking for death. You shouldn't pick up trash now. You should wait until the end of the day." A homeless man hiding behind another rock cursed in a low voice.

I have to say that the homeless people do have certain skills.

Don't pick up trash at the beginning of a battle, because the two sides that still have strength will treat you as rats and blow your heads off; don't pick up trash when the battle is fierce, because you will be affected by the powerful offensive of both sides; and don't pick up trash after the battle is over, because Night City will have more professional scavengers and other mercenaries to clean up the mess.

So the best time is when both sides are about to finish and the battle has reached the most tense and exciting moment, so go for it!

Anyway, the players are still alive, they just need a countdown to revive.

But how to find the best time is the problem.

Adam clenched his fists and hid behind a metal building that was only big enough to support him as he curled up with his knees hugged. It was the base of the mayor's statue, which was much harder than stone.

Along with the roar of bullets, blood splattered continuously, staining the entire earth. Amid the painful and shrill screams, homeless people who were hit by bullets and lasers continued to lose their lives.

But no one was willing to leave. They all waited, waited, frantically and fearfully.

Seize the opportunity, seize the opportunity!

Amid the meaningless fanatical roars, the originally dense bullet attack became increasingly sparse, with only the sound of blades colliding with sparks flying. The cyber psychopath holding a samurai sword and the few remaining terrorist mobile teams had already started a close combat.

It's now!

Without hesitation, more than a dozen figures rushed out of their hiding places at the same time, each selected a corpse, then grabbed a part of the dead body with skin and flesh and ran away. The cyber maniacs were a group of desperate criminals, and they were the same.

because

Do they have anything worth losing besides their lives?!

But Adam was too slow and had no tools. Even though he managed to escape the previous fight between the two sides, he was unable to rob the brothers who were traveling with him.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 48: The Machine Carrying the Soul

Just escape and wait for the next opportunity?

No, Adam didn't know if he would have the chance to encounter such high-quality combat again. Maybe he would be killed by others as soon as he walked out of the street.

My mother’s medical expenses can’t wait for the countdown to resurrection.

In the blink of an eye, when the other homeless guys had picked up what they wanted, Adam rolled back to his hiding place, then lay down, staring at the cyber psychopaths and members of the terrorist squad who were still fighting.

The Cybertroopers, an elite special operations unit of the Night City Police Department (NCPD), have one goal: to eliminate cyberpsychopaths.

The officers of the Terrorist Tactical Unit can choose their own weapons, enjoy the best prosthetics, the latest prototype equipment, and enjoy complete autonomy in the execution of operations. However, despite these overwhelming privileges, no sane person would join this team.

But it is by no means a police agency that protects the people. In fact, as long as the terrorist squad arrives at the scene, there will definitely be casualties.

Furthermore, most of the Terrorist Squad officers live for one purpose - to capture as many cyberpsychopaths as possible. Some even say that the distinction between the two groups is not that clear. In the rare case that a cyberpsychopath is captured alive, the prisoner is quietly reformed and joins the unit.

The cyberpsycho is far from being a match for the Terrorist Squad. Although his prosthetic weapons, as the latest and immature products, surpass the police prosthetics of the Terrorist Squad in performance, they are too damaging to the mind.

Under the siege of the Terrorist Squad, Adam witnessed the tragic death of this cyber-psychopath. It was no longer a human way of death, but more like a machine being torn into pieces.

It seems that those who are fighting are not humans, but machines in the name of humans, and the human body is just a carrier of the soul of the machine.

His eyeballs were destroyed by brute force, and his arms were forcibly pulled off, but even so, the cyberpsycho still bit the throat of a member of the terrorist mobile team. However, this injury, which is fatal on Blue Star, could not stop the slightest attack.

Until finally, the cyberpsychopath's spine was forcefully torn off and he was thrown out.

It's now!

Looking at the spine flying towards him, Adam's tense body was like a sharp arrow shot out, and he suddenly grabbed the spine. The hard spine fell into Adam's arms, and the powerful impact made him feel a sweetness in his throat.

However, there was no time to hesitate. He simply rolled and crawled along the escape route he had already designed and thought about, and disappeared into the shadows, never to be seen again.

However, the Terrorist Squad didn't care about this little mouse. They looked at the cyber psychopath who was completely smashed, collected the equipment of their colleagues, and then got on the armored vehicle they came in and left without looking back, leaving only a mess.

Running continuously, coughing up blood, holding the spine in his hands, Adam finally arrived at the clinic of a prosthetic doctor.

This was the strategy he made in the Endless World in advance, a cyborg doctor who could "buy on credit".

"Open the door. I want to implant a prosthesis."

Hammering the door frantically, Adam didn't want to sell it because he was afraid that he wouldn't live that long, so the best way was to implant the prosthesis himself and then take away other people's prostheses.

As the door slowly opened, a cyborg doctor walked out. Compared to those transformed people who looked inhuman, this cyborg doctor looked no different from ordinary people.

But precisely because of this, they know the horror of cyborg doctors, because the closer they are to natural humans, the higher the degree of modification.

"I want to implant a prosthesis, and the cost will be my own, a natural human organ," said Adam.

Victor looked at Adam who was holding the spine, and at a glance he saw the other party's physical condition and what was in his hand, and began to estimate its value.

The body of a healthy adult male is extremely valuable to the upper-class wealthy.

As for the spine.

"Zeta Technology's Sanwestin Type 2, isn't it a good thing? But after using this thing, your body will be ruined." Victor, as one of the organ collectors of the upper-class wealthy people in the lower class, was ready to refuse this business.

"Then I will sell one of my lungs and one of my kidneys and replace them with cheap prosthetic ones." Adam said through clenched teeth.

It was a huge gamble. If it failed, he would have to go back the same way he came into this world.

But he has no choice now.

"Okay, since it's your decision, let's sign the contract. It's based on the completely voluntary will of both parties." Victor said these words seriously, which could be called a joke.

A contract is an agreement between two equal parties, but are they equal?

As a homeless man who has received an elite education, how could Adam not know the problem? But does he have any choice? Equality based on inequality is just bullshit.

The rich can use a team of elite lawyers to exonerate themselves, and real estate developers can take away the savings of several generations.

"Okay, I'll sign."

Having sold his entire body and life, Adam prepared to implant the prosthesis he obtained into his own body.

At the same time, similar scenes were played out in different places throughout Night City. Agreements were uploaded one after another. Almost all the information of homeless people and agreements to sell themselves were uploaded to a certain terminal. In the end, only a few behind-the-scenes masters had control of all the information, processed the complicated information, and then began to constantly adjust prices.

The document belonging to Adam was priced at a medium quality.

In this world, all values ​​can be quantified, including life.

Whether you are a company dog ​​or a homeless person, everything is measured. This is the end-productive society that belongs to the upper class.

Everything in this world is dominated by a mysterious will. They pay attention to every life. Big Brother watches everyone. He seems to be non-existent but is everywhere.

In this extremely suffocating world, everyone is pursuing illusory hopes, hoping to climb the highest tower.

In reality, America is frantically arming herself and her troops through the technology she has acquired. The guards of private tycoons are also growing, and shelters are being built in unknown places or hundreds of meters underground.

The empire built with flesh, blood and technology stands, the tall lighthouse stands, and everyone is laughing wantonly.

However, the dead souls hidden in the world of Cyberpunk 2077 have begun to revive. They crawled out of the decaying world and were resurrected with each code.

"Kill!"

"Crippled!"