From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

But soon, her toes struck a hard object—Zalya's calf, which had deliberately come forward to meet her.

blocked?

The opponent's footwork and movements seemed ordinary to her, not like a skilled fighter. However, she was surprised to find that his combat awareness was quite good.

After blocking V's attack, Zalia used all her strength to try and press down on her arm.

however,

Despite the creaking and groaning of the robotic arms and the exertion of maximum force, V's seemingly flesh-and-blood arms did not retreat an inch.

In this battle between steel and flesh, it was actually flesh that gained the upper hand.

"That's it? I thought the God of Descendants would be much more powerful~"

V's merciless sarcasm achieved its purpose, successfully provoking a change in Zalia's emotions.

V's extraordinary intuition began to kick in, and he sensed two completely opposite emotions within her—

One was filled with boiling rage, a fury as molten as lava.

One was panicked, and the other was vaguely afraid of her.

One body, two consciousnesses, just as I thought!

V felt a chill run down his spine.

No wonder the government and internet regulators are so tight-lipped about this technology; they have mastered this terrifying technology that can lurk in human consciousness!

We can't hold back any longer, things will only get worse if we delay. We need to get her under control quickly!

After making up his mind, V's figure suddenly swayed and inexplicably disappeared from the spot.

While Zalia was still in a daze, her body was controlled by another consciousness, and she suddenly turned around and swept across.

woo-

The mantis blade whistled as it cleaved through the air behind it, stirring up dust from the ground and creating a small cloud of mist.

Its power was indeed impressive, but unfortunately it missed its target.

Not at the back?

No, it is indeed behind, but it's behind us now!

V used his charged leap to mid-air, and after successfully tricking her into turning around, he fell like a shooting star.

In the critical moment, Zalia's body once again automatically made an evasive maneuver. At the last second, the Mantis Blade was placed behind her, blocking V's fierce kick that came from the air.

A loud clang of metal rang out, sparks flew, and the ground trembled slightly from the force.

V used the recoil to tumble in the air, his legs tensing up like springs.

Zalia also stumbled forward a few steps, nearly falling.

"Not bad, but that's enough for now."

V's voice, mixed with the sound of the wind, exploded in Zalia's ears.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and she lost her balance just as she was about to make a move.

V launched her into the air with a forward knee strike, his blade flashing like lightning as he unleashed four slashes in quick succession.

clack clack-

A crisp sound rang out at the same time, announcing that the mechanical arm and prosthetic leg had also separated from the body.

Zalia had already had her limbs removed while she was still in mid-air, and finally couldn't help but let out a terrified scream.

"No...don't...don't kill—"

"Shut up! You're useless! Let me do it!"

Two completely different voices came from the same mouth, which was inexplicably strange.

V's intuition suddenly kicked in, and he anticipated her intention—to use the puppet to detonate the grenades on her body and destroy the evidence.

"dream!"

She struck again, instantly severing Zalia's tactical belt and kicking her away.

Boom!

The high-explosive grenade made a deafening noise, but it only overturned a wrecked car that didn't even have wheels.

Then, Zalia's body fell to the ground, struggling in pain.

V quickly stepped forward to check, and after confirming that she had no other lethal weapons, he gestured towards the vehicle.

Leo and others who had been monitoring her successfully received the signal.

"V is all set. You guys stay here and wait. I'm taking the computer over there!"

As Leo spoke, he pushed open the car door.

Vera and Panan in the front row looked at him with worried eyes, but since it was something that had been agreed upon beforehand, they couldn't say anything.

Leo waved to them and jogged into the battlefield.

As he moved, V had already tightly bound Zalia with pre-prepared restraints and covered her prosthetic eye with a special blindfold to ensure she couldn't see anything.

When Leo arrived, he quickly plugged the computer's data cable into the neural interface behind her ear. The battle would now continue between Pure White and her.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a disguised voice.

“Easy peasy,” V replied in the same tone.

Seeing that she had no injuries, Leo looked at the woman in front of him with relief.

In the game, she is just a minor character in a side quest, a cybernetic lunatic in need of medical help. Even if players realize that her identity is special, they cannot investigate her further.

But this is reality, and there's more he can do!

[Pure White, how's the battle going?]

[It's a 40/60 split, but I have the advantage right now. Our technical capabilities are about the same; her computing power is higher than mine, but this woman's physical condition is limiting her performance. I have the equipment to support me and am suppressing her.]

Leo felt relieved and began to carefully observe this "vessel of divine descent".

The Black woman with dreadlocks opened her mouth wide, each breath accompanied by a painful tremor.

She was wailing incoherently, as if it were some kind of prayer.

Soon, her various physiological indicators appeared on the computer screen, along with a pure white assessment of her mental state—irreversible severe mental illness (Lilith had already eroded her consciousness, and conventional medical treatments were all ineffective).

Irreversible... It sounds similar to what V experienced in the game. The methods of Night Corporation are indeed very similar to those of biochips.

[I'm losing control of her. Lilith is definitely a wandering AI or a human-transformed AI-like consciousness. If she wants to leave, I can't stop her with my current strength.]

[Please give me a few more seconds, give me a few words!]

Since witnessing the secret meeting, Leo has been pondering the matter. Combining the clues Pure White found through "special channels," he has come up with a bold conjecture about Lilith, and even the original plot of Cyberpunk 2077.

After confirming that "Lilith" did indeed exist and was a special consciousness, he became increasingly convinced that his guess might be correct.

Now, it's time to verify it, let's start by opening the box of "Moon Saint" Lilith!

He leaned down and said in a calm tone, "The Tenth Circle—did you get your inspiration from Dante's Divine Comedy?"

"Zalya" showed no reaction and continued to ramble incoherently.

Leo focused his attention, watching her intently:

In Dante's *Divine Comedy*, Lilith is a character from Hell, representing sin and temptation. However, with the rise of feminism, Lilith's image has been given new meaning. She is seen as a representative of women who resist oppression and strive for self-liberation…

It's no wonder you chose such a code name, given your tumultuous past—first, your husband was assassinated, and then, in order to fulfill his last wish, your decision to relinquish power only brought betrayal and deception.

Having experienced such a terrible life, and realizing that kindness only leads to losses and evil is the only way to achieve one's ideals, you choose to become the Mother of the Moon, willing to do anything to reclaim Night City, which was built by your husband, and overthrow the rule of the big corporations.

Am I right, Ms. Miriam Knight?

Zalia's struggle came to an abrupt halt, and her head snapped towards Leo.

Even with her prosthetic eye covered, the invisible pressure still gave Leo the illusion of being stared at.

The silent stare lasted for several seconds, as if the air itself had frozen.

Zalia's body trembled violently as if electrocuted, her limbs twitched uncontrollably, and a pungent smell of burning protein quickly filled the air.

V frowned and said in a deep voice, "It seems like he committed suicide..."

Leo nodded slowly: "It's alright, I've already gotten the answer I wanted from her final reaction."

So that's what Cyberpunk 2077 is all about...

He has learned more of the truth and figured out how many players are in the "grand game," making the subsequent strategy much simpler.

Chapter 351 Leo: "Those who are human, not spirits (eight) creatures, are all playing a grand game..."

"Take three minutes to gather as much evidence as possible, then we'll leave."

Leo quickly made arrangements, taking a black body bag from his backpack.

V lent a hand, and the two of them together stuffed Zalia's body inside.

Unlike the bodies of other victims, this one has extremely high research value and can be used to study the effects of AI possession on human brain nerves.

After packing the body up, he looked up and winked at V.

"Help me cover for them. I need to switch the bodies to prevent Lilith from tampering with them."

V quietly moved to his side and squatted down with him, blocking the view of others.

Then, Pure White covered for them by speaking in the team channel.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Leo put Zalia's body into his spatial storage and replaced it with a dummy he had prepared beforehand.

After changing them, he took a look—they were all wrapped in body bags, and the weight was about the same, so there was no problem as long as he didn't open them.

"Alright, go gather intelligence. I'll take charge of this Vortex Cult cult."

Leo, carrying his notebook, headed straight for the man who appeared to be the "priest," while V also began searching the small square area, gathering as much information and evidence as possible.

During this time, he made several trips back and forth, first bringing the broken drone back to his car.

Three minutes later, the two met up and together carried the body bag into the trunk of the vehicle.

After confirming that they had not left any clues that would expose their identities, the Immortal Squad quickly withdrew.

Nearly ten minutes after they left, five fully loaded Vortex Gang armored vehicles arrived at the scene.

The car door swung open with a bang, and the burly, bald-headed Royce jumped out angrily, a shotgun with an exaggerated design slung over his shoulder, and the metal necklace on his chest jingled with his movements.

"damn it!"

Looking around, his already fierce face became even more ferocious with anger.

The advent ceremony of Our Lady of the Moon was interrupted!

Why tonight of all times... Where did this rumor leak from?!

His henchmen quickly dispersed, turning the small square upside down, and brought back extremely bad news.

"Boss, we... we haven't found a single trace, and the woman you're looking for isn't here either," a subordinate said cautiously, bowing his head.

Royce whirled around, grabbed his subordinate by the collar, dragged him close, and roared, "You bunch of useless trash! What have I been keeping you around for? What did the pursuit team say?"

"Boss, they moved too fast. By the time we got the message and arrived, they were all gone," the subordinate stammered.

"Useless! Keep investigating! If you don't find anything, you'll regret it!"

Reus released his grip and shoved his subordinate away forcefully.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but the anger in his eyes remained burning.

Unwilling to wait any longer, he joined the search team himself. However, as his subordinates said, apart from a few signs of fighting, no valuable clues were left at the scene, as if those people had never appeared.

Who could have done it so cleanly and efficiently, taking less than five minutes from arrival to departure...? Was it an elite team from a large company?

Royce stood still, staring menacingly into the distance.

While the Vortex Gang members were furious, Leo and his group had already changed cars in a secluded public parking lot and successfully left Watson District.

Back in the apartment parking lot, Leo told the others to go upstairs first, while he and V stayed behind to clean up the mess.

After his friends left, he immediately put the laptop, drone, and dummy corpse from the trunk into his storage space.

He won't use these things again today. Who knows what kind of high-tech methods Ms. Knight, who is suspected of hiding on the moon, might have?