People are in cyberpunk, but they are top-level cyberpsychopaths

But as for the price, it is naturally as shady as these doctors.

"Here, pay."

David selected the tablet and handed it back, and the doctor paid for it without saying a word.

"Thank you for your use. We will arrange the transportation of the body later."

Watching the money flowing down the display screen of the artificial eye, the doctor felt as if his heart was bleeding.

But there is no other way, staying alive is the most important thing!

"...I can go now..."

Before the doctor could finish his words, the cold gun barrel was forcefully stuffed into his mouth.

"Leave? Where do you want to go? Who told you to leave?"

David tilted his head slightly and looked at the bastards in front of him with an innocent look.

The doctor's eyes widened when he heard this and he wanted to say something but could only whimper.

However, you can also read what the other person wants to say through their eyes——

"You are not trustworthy!"

"Haha, how can this be considered as not keeping my word? I just asked if you wanted to live, but I didn't say I would let you go."

At this point, David's tone suddenly paused, and his face became ferocious: "So... go to hell, you bastard!"

“Wuwuwuwu—bang!”

He pulled the trigger without any hesitation, and the bullet pierced the back of the head and was deeply embedded in the floor tiles.

His body collapsed to the ground like mud, and red and white blood flowed out of the blood hole and fell to the ground, still emitting a wisp of hot steam.

Looking at the dead body, David sat down on the ground and exhaled heavily.

"grass...."

His heart was pounding and he could even feel his adrenaline rushing through his body.

If a prosthetic heart were replaced, I would probably be able to hear the clear drumming sounds now.

"This is the first step of revenge, right?"

After calming his breathing a little, his eyes fell on Gloria lying on the cold operating table, and his gaze became firm.

He doesn't intend to let any of the people who caused the current situation go.

Even the animal gang is the same.

And the threshold of Night City legend, the damn bastard - Adam Hammer!

...

"Hush-huh-"

David was leaning against the wall, puffing on cheap cigarettes he bought from a vending machine.

The pale blue light emitted by the neon tube of the Crematory Service sign next door illuminated his slightly immature and somewhat melancholy profile.

There was a string of Chinese characters for "Crematorium" behind him.

“How ironic…”

It is not known whether this sentence is referring to those guys who choose to lean against the side even though they know this is an incinerator, or if it is referring to something else.

Afterwards, he picked up the cigarette and took a deep puff, then threw the burnt butt on the ground and stomped it out.

In this night city full of futuristic technology, smoking has become a pastime.

As long as the prosthesis can be replaced, smoking and the like will not cause any harm. Some gangs even deliberately seek out contraband just for the sake of excitement.

Moreover, a cigarette can not only relieve some of the depression in your heart, but also save you the time of waiting.

"Den-"

With a shrill warning sound, the machine suddenly stopped working.

With a thud, a metal can fell out.

The label above reads GLORIA MARTINNEZ.

"Alas, we are nothing more than dust after all... I'm sorry, mother."

While apologizing, he bent down and took out a metal can from the vending machine-like delivery port, and carefully put it into the backpack filled with chips and the military prosthesis wrapped in work clothes.

All these chips were picked out from the scavenger's head.

Since it was the first time I did this, my technique was not up to par and a small part of it was stained with blood.

However, these guys can no longer feel any pain, so it doesn't make any difference how you take it.

Then he picked up his backpack and hung it behind his shoulder, walking leisurely towards the exit.

“How ironic…”

05. Simple bad breath, ultimate enjoyment

"Hello, Night City."

"I am your Stanley, and another long day has begun in our Dream City."

"I love this city, just like you love your mother. Back then, she threw you at the door of an orphanage. Now, when I run into you on the street, she asks you for a cigarette."

"Every day, there are a hundred or eighty new people here, but only half of them can survive a year. We still have to catch up with a good year!"

"Why do they rush to Night City? Isn't it because they want to become street warriors like Morgan Blackhand or Wayland Snake? There is a saying, remember, the timid will die of starvation, and the bold will die of gluttony."

"It's a pity that people are afraid of being famous, just like pigs are afraid of being fat. The more you enjoy life, the shorter your life will be. And that's not even counting the time when someone shot you in the head."

"Do you know where all the legendary figures in Night City gather?"

"In the cemetery."

"In our world, heroes are not judged by their origins."

"It depends on whether you can carve out your own path."

“This is Night City.”

“This is the city of dreams.”

A familiar radio station was playing in the elevator of the skyscraper.

Yes, Night City is indeed a city of dreams, but it is also a city of desires.

It is precisely because of this desire that the three major companies are fighting overtly and covertly to try to control Night City;

Because of this desire, all the major gangs are fighting for territory;

It is also because of this desire that everyone is trying their best to climb up, while the losers gather in slums and live a life with no food to eat.

Just like Gloria's wish -

Because of David's excellent grades and smart mind, he was able to attend an aristocratic school established in Arasaka City.

In an attempt to change the child's fate.

But how is that possible?

The class has long been fixed, and even the legends sung in the Next Life Bar are just a topic of conversation after drinking for a behemoth like the company.

One of them is even Arasaka's watchdog.

And now he has to survive in this city full of disputes and desires, and stand at the top.

The road ahead is extremely bumpy.

However, compared to future matters, there is an urgent matter that needs to be resolved right now.

ACCESS DENIED

【RENT PAST DUE (overdue rent)】

A prompt box like this popped up on the door.

"Ah this..."

I just made up my mind to punch Arasaka and step on the hammer, but now I am rejected by my family. This is really...

"That's a real bummer."

But it's normal. David's family has indeed been in arrears with rent for a long time. Even V, who has been wandering in Night City for half a year, often does this.

The environment here is much worse than that in V.

There are many homeless people who make the corridor their home, dirty waste can be seen everywhere, and there is a garbage dump at the corner under the stairs.

Saint Domingo is one of the oldest slums in Night City.

It was also thanks to the friendship of the scavengers, plus the five-digit advance payment that Mann made to Gloria to buy the military prosthesis.

Otherwise he would have to sleep on the streets like these drunk homeless people.

"Forget it, I don't want to."

He shook his head slightly and looked towards the panel, with an orange light flashing in his eyes.

ACCESS ALLOW

As a new prompt box popped up, the door opened and David picked up his backpack and walked in.

Just as I remembered, the furnishings here were almost the same as where V lived. I guess all the residences in super skyscrapers were made based on this template.

"Ah~ I'm finally home."

He stretched heavily, threw the package casually on the coffee table, and then casually threw his body on the sofa.

"Tsk, it's a bit hard..."

He reached out and touched the hard sofa, which did not dent even when someone sat on it, with disgust written all over his face.

This is worse than the quality of his previous life.

But on second thought, I understand.

After all, the rent here is so cheap, why would you need a bicycle?

Just then, the phone called.

"Shengnan?"

This guy knows that he is a rich boy with a foul mouth. He has a good father to support him and he is doing well in school.

But apart from his family background, he is not as good as David in other aspects.

It was also because of this that Shengnan often targeted David at school.

But, what do you want to do by calling now?

Although I was confused, I still chose to answer the call.

"I'm Shengnan, and I heard that your mother passed away."

"I know I should offer you my condolences, but I really can't sympathize."

"It's really meaningless to work that kind of dirty job outside to support your precious son to go to school, and then die in an accident, don't you think?"

"It's time for you to face the facts, David Martinez. This school is not for a poor person like you, so drop out immediately."

"Everyone has their own path in life. Deviating from that path will not bring happiness. You should learn a lesson from your mother's death..."

The phone was filled with histrionic chatter, like a mosquito talking in your ear.

There were also occasional hints of ridicule and condemnation in his words, which were so disgusting that I wanted to vomit.

"Is that all you want to say?"

"what?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously a little surprised: "Don't you understand yet? David Martinez, your existence..."

"No, of course I understand everything you said."

Before Shengnan could finish speaking, he interrupted her.