2077: V really knows how awesome he is

2077: V really knows how awesome he is

Book author: Salted duck is delicious

Book Description: [Cyberpunk 2077 Fanfiction]

After completing the Tower ending in 2077, V travels back to 2076, once again becoming the second-in-command of Arasaka's counterintelligence department. Possessing memories of the future and without a Relic chip implanted, she must feign loyalty while orchestrating a plan under Jenkins' watch: using company resources to repair her nervous system and, through precognition, become a new oligarch.

Is this CEO of Arasaka Corporation actually a monster? I, Valerie, should be the CEO!

The ending of the tower returns to 2076, and see how V-Zhantian, with his prosthetic body locked up, returns to the top!

Chapter 1 Successful Intrusion

V's situation is a bit complicated. On one hand, she vaguely remembers that she was a gamer. She heard that a DLC for Cyberpunk 2077 was out, so she started a new game and completed the ridiculous Tower ending. Then, she somehow ended up in the body of a game character who couldn't use any combat prosthetics after undergoing Relic removal surgery.

On the other hand, V's memories are remarkably clear. For example, his affluent childhood in Charter Hill, his ambitious years working at the Arasaka Company, and the countless gunfights he faced after being fired. In contrast, the "player's" memories are fragmented, as if the other side is fantasy, while this side is reality.

So, who traveled through time with whom?

V thought about it for a moment, then felt a headache coming on, after all, her IQ was only 3.

Forget it, it doesn't matter. V has gone through too much pain, and now she just wants to be happy.

The bad news is that I've become a total noob, but the good news is that the savings I accumulated in my "past life" are still there.

Looking at the more than 2000 million euros in her account, V's slightly uneasy mood instantly vanished. She was now as calm as if she had stacked both the "probability of half-damage and the intensity of half-damage" to 100, only giving Night City a small inflation shock.

Okay, 2000 million is certainly not enough to shake the economy of Night City, but for an individual, it's definitely a top-tier fortune.

V decided to celebrate the days without Relic's torment, since all she had left was money.

However, she stopped after taking only one step, because the probability of being shot on the streets of Night City was higher than catching a cold.

Even more serious is that V looked down at her bulging "frontal armor." Although Teamfight Tactics Legend is a legend, she currently has no intention of changing careers.

Anyway, let's take a taxi.

V got the number for Drumman Taxi Company from a street advertisement and dialed the number.

"This is Delaman Taxi Company. Hello sir or madam, what service do you require?"

"Old De, send a car to pick me up. I want the ultimate package."

"The fee for each instance of striving for excellence is 5000 euros, settled daily."

"Let's do 100 times first." V readily transferred the money, sending 50 euros.

"Okay, the package is activated. Dear customer, what is your name?"

“V”.

"Please wait a moment, Ms. V, your car is on its way to your location and is expected to arrive in 2 minutes and 12 seconds."

As a professional AI, Drumman's estimation was very accurate. V quickly boarded the safe and reliable Drumman taxi and enjoyed the premium package service. Not only could the taxi activate combat mode for armed defense when attacked, with strength even comparable to that of elite troops from large corporations, but even if he died, the package would include a "from entry to burial" body placement service, including body retrieval and cremation, making it arguably the most high-class hearse in Night City.

But V still felt uneasy, after all, her entire body was now locked up with prosthetics, and her physical condition had deteriorated significantly, making her even weaker than some street thugs.

Fuck the Tower ending, fuck Miles, that bastard definitely dug his own grave on purpose!

It's troublesome, but V isn't afraid of trouble.

She could dig Miles out of Dogtown, that cesspool, for $5000, and she could also blow the new US president's head off for a can of Ben & Boonie's.

They've already stormed the Arasaka Tower, what's the White House compared to that?

First, restore our strength, then settle the score.

V has experienced many ups and downs, but she has an extremely stable mindset.

After cursing that idiot president Miles again, V dialed the trauma team's number.

"Hello, the trauma team is here to assist you. How can I help you?"

"Give me a platinum membership."

"Platinum membership is only available on a monthly subscription basis, costing €34000 per month. There is no annual fee discount option. The monthly fee includes the cost of ammunition and fuel during rescue operations, but if equipment is damaged, the insured will still be responsible for the corresponding costs."

V asked, "I'm responsible for the equipment damage, but what about the personnel losses?"

The sweet female operator on the other end replied, "The cost of the paramedics' prosthetic body will be charged, but the person themselves will not be charged."

Wow, a true Night City.

“Okay, I’ll take the Platinum membership. I’ll pay for a year now.” V transferred 408,000 euros.

As a result, the female operator refunded 8000 euros.

"You are already a Gold Member, and you can enjoy a rounding-down discount when upgrading your service."

I'm already a Gold Member?

V glanced at the time and realized that it was 2076, and he was still a member of the Arasaka Corporation, the second-in-command of the counterintelligence department of the Arasaka Yoru no Shiro branch!

The Trauma Group Gold Membership is a perk of Arasaka Corporation. Although 90% of the employees are just like office supplies, those who make it to management are already considered extraordinary.

What's my boss's name again?

Jenkins... oh right, Jenkins!

What a nostalgic name. It hasn't been that long, yet it feels as distant as the ends of the earth. Last time, in just a few short months, V wiped out all the major and minor gangs in the city. The Tiger Claw Gang, the Cleaners, and the Vortex Gang all trembled in fear. And that was just the appetizer. To help Panan, V stole the military-grade magic lizard; to capture Delman, she hijacked the Contau Technologies' hovercar; to survive, she blew up the power plant, plunging Night City into darkness; and she even single-handedly stormed Dogtown, taking down Colonel Hansen and his hounds, and sharing drinks with the new US President Miles.

Jenkins, once a formidable and unapproachable boss in V's eyes, has now become a worthless roadside weed. V could even knock him out and stuff him into the trunk of the middleman's car for just 2000 dollars. After all, saving the new US president is only worth 5000 dollars.

Ah, City of Night, City of Dreams... Bullshit!

V recalled those overtime hours under the setting sun, a reminder of her lost youth.

He took out his cigarette case, put a cigarette in his mouth, but didn't light it.

Because V discovered that there was no need to ignite it.

She didn't smoke before, but she started smoking because of Johnny.

But now, in 2076. Johnny... is gone!

V touched the empty nerve socket behind her ear, as if touching her own empty heart. The man who had been with her through life and death, through thick and thin, was gone.

A wave of melancholy washed over him, sticky like the hands he had just finished masturbating. V suddenly felt a pang of loneliness, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably. He wanted to cry, but what he ultimately burst out with was a carefree laugh.

"Hahaha, fuck your mother Johnny, you bastard, you're finally gone!"

“Old De,” V snapped his fingers and said, “The Azure Tower!”

"Yes, Miss V. Choose Delaman, and leave your troubles at the door."

The best taxi in Night City drove smoothly and quickly, as smooth as the lives of ordinary people who can never turn their lives around, and as fast as the lives of the poor who can die at any moment. V quickly arrived at the magnificent, towering Azure Building, and without hesitation, she gave it a five-star rating. After all, with a quiet and efficient AI, who would want a noisy and talkative driver?

"Welcome to the Gumbi Building, Vice Minister V." The receptionist spoke with a standard Tokyo accent, her hands placed on her lower abdomen, exuding humility and respect.

It's not surprising that the other party could recognize V, since the Konpaku Building is an Arasaka property and naturally contains all the information of Arasaka's employees.

V glanced at the wall camera, then at the heavily armed building guards not far away, and seven or eight ways to instantly take them down instinctively flashed through his mind. Immediately, V's "Crossroads Eye: Oracle" emitted a blue light, the camera shifted, and as programmed, looked in another direction. The patrolling building guard also took a step forward, subtly adjusting the trajectory of his bullet, which had been deflected by his subdued weapon.

Nothing happened; the security camera didn't explode, and the building security guard's head wasn't burned to a crisp.

V's prosthetic body is still there, but only its basic functions are retained.

She can no longer smear others; now all she can do is transfer money to people.

The receptionist looked surprised because she had just received a tip of 200 euros.

“I can be a bit short-tempered sometimes, so consider this… as compensation in advance,” V said with a smile.

The receptionist blushed; after all, V's looks were universally appealing.

"No, making every guest feel at home is our job, so Vice Minister V need not feel apologetic. Besides, you are the kindest person I have ever met, and even if you are angry, you will never speak ill of me."

"Then I'll take that as you forgiving me." V blinked. "I'm going to get a drink. Goodbye."

"Yes, welcome again to the Azure Building, Vice Minister V."

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the same sentence seems to have become more sincere.

This is probably the power of money.

Who doesn't love money?

Even V, who is tormented by Relic to the point of wishing he were dead, will smile whenever he sees the 2000 million euros in his account.

Upon reaching the bar, V raised a finger to the handsome male bartender.

"Give me a drink, the most expensive one."

"The most expensive?" The male bartender looked V up and down, a blue glint flashing in his eyes. He had already obtained all of V's identity information.

“No offense intended,” the male bartender said in a deep baritone voice, “but for someone of your income level, even the most expensive drink is too extravagant.”

"Oh?" V curled the corners of his mouth: "How much is the most expensive bottle of wine?"

"1249 euros, it's priceless, even the Grand Hyatt only has two bottles..."

“I’ll take them all,” V interrupted him.

"Huh?" The male bartender was stunned.

V's prosthetic eye lit up, and he threw 2500 euros at the counter.

"The extra two dollars is your tip."

Male bartender: "...Sorry, I was blind to your greatness."

He said, "Please wait a moment," turned and left, then returned a dozen seconds later, placing two beautifully packaged bottles of wine on the bar.

"Would you like it opened?"

V didn't answer. Instead, she picked up a bottle, held it up to the light to admire it, and asked the male bartender again, "This bottle costs 1249 euros?"

“Yes.” The male bartender answered respectfully and began to introduce the extraordinary nature of the drink: “Kamikoro: Kotodama, that’s the name of this drink. It’s a nanomechanical cocktail with a sake base, containing luminous nerve fiber units suspended in the liquid. It is said that once you drink this drink, your consciousness will be added to the Arasaka Board of Directors’ encrypted channel—of course, only for 180 seconds after you’re drunk.”

"Haha, interesting wine. But I don't like the name. Shenyu, that place is incompatible with my birth chart."

As V spoke, she loosened her grip, and to the bartender's astonishment, the €1249 bottle of liquor fell to the ground with a "thud" and shattered into pieces.

"This, this..." The male bartender's brain-computer interface was about to burn out.

V stepped onto the remains of the shrine, fanned the air in front of him with his hand, and inhaled the aroma of sake. He said with great satisfaction, "Indeed, this is the best way to use the shrine!"

The male bartender looked at V as if he were looking at a cybernetic psychopath.

But V knew that he was very clear-headed... probably.

Her gaze then fell on another bottle of shrine, startling the male bartender who quickly grabbed it.

"No, we can't smash any more," the male bartender pleaded.

V certainly wouldn't smash it again. Although it's only a quarter of the new US president, money is money. Whether it's fragrant or foul, black or white, clean or dirty, money is not wrong; people are.

"Open it." (V command)

The male bartender, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly got to work: "Yes, I'll pour you a drink right away."

"I don't need it." V waved his hand: "It's on me, you guys drink."

The male bartender was stunned again: "You're buying us drinks?"

"Correct."

"Using such expensive wine?"

"Yes."

“Isn’t it a waste?”

"As long as it's drunk, it's not a waste, right?"

"This……"

"You work here, pouring thousands upon thousands of glasses of wine for countless guests, but have you ever tasted any of the wine here yourself?" V suddenly asked.

The male bartender shook his head: "No."

"Why aren't you drinking it? Don't you like it?"