I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Sun Yang scratched his head. He didn't want to watch the news anymore, so he raised his hand to change the channel.

As a result, another channel was playing the popular song "Bobo Chicken" from the Night City era. The extremely strange style of the two-dimensional animation made Sun Yang close his eyes.

Damn, Night City's entertainment projects emphasize abstraction. Sun Yang really couldn't stand watching this stuff. An old man like him couldn't accept such a cutting-edge art style.

Sun Yang turned off the TV and tucked into bed. The warmth on either side calmed his somewhat anxious mood.

"I'm going to sleep. Call me if you need anything. Remember to turn off the lights before going to bed." Sun Yang snuggled into the warm quilt. M4 gently touched Sun Yang's head and asked him to close his eyes.

***

Developments in the next few days were somewhat different from what Sun Yang expected.

Whole Foods offered little response over the next few days. Supermarket deliveries continued as normal, indicating that business in Night City was still going strong.

They only sent a few representatives to express their intention to hunt down the real murderer, but Sun Yang's men found out through various channels that these new representatives provided neither money nor manpower.

These people just symbolically cooperated with the NCPD, spent some money, hired a few detectives and mercenaries to wander around the streets aimlessly.

This gave the outside world the illusion that they were trying to find someone. Whole Foods knew their executives had been in contact with Griffin Oasis, and they would normally consider whether Griffin Oasis was responsible.

But Sun Yang waited at the company for several days without receiving any inquiries or calls from the media. And the longer he waited, the more tired he seemed to become.

After confirming that no one was paying attention to the company's operations, the elite humanoids decisively re-arranged their shifts and spent all day in Sun Yang's room. Adding to this the occasional snacks from some humanoids, Sun Yang became increasingly tired.

The most common thing that has happened in recent days is that customers have reported that they don’t know how to cook the fresh food they bought, and many people want a recipe that comes with it.

Night City wasn't without fried or stir-fried foods; after all, it was a melting pot of cultures from around the world. However, most of what they ate was pre-made foods with various additives, deceiving the palate. Meanwhile, Sun Yang's food consisted mostly of pure chicken or pork.

Of course, there are also pre-marinated meats, which are more expensive, but they sell out the fastest. After all, it is real meat and tastes really good.

"The black pepper beef, black pepper chicken, and spicy chicken strips are all sold out. Hiss—" Sun Yang's body shuddered instinctively. "We've only just sold the first batch of these frozen meats? But there are a lot of subsequent contracts to be signed. Luckily, I asked Ram to set up the logistics system in advance. There are quite a few vegetables left, though."

"The contracts for the fresh meat are with restaurants and street vendors in the Valentino Gang's territory. Local residents are buying in, but they've reported wanting more seasoning. Now they're relying solely on Whole Foods and cutting off the seasoning packets to squeeze onto the meat."

Pascal sat on Sun Yang, reporting the latest sales situation with a normal expression and began to analyze it.

Recently, she has been frequently entering and leaving Sun Yang's bedroom under the pretext of reporting the situation. Others cannot refute her because, after all, she really came to report, but it just took a little longer.

"Professor, do you have any ideas about this? Do you want to buy some new things to fill the gap? Do you want to change the price?" Pascal sent his professor some production information from other bases.

"I can't think in this situation!" Sun Yang felt like his brain was empty.

"Don't worry, take your time to think about it. Combine work and rest. I can wait for you." Pascal smiled gently.

After some intermittent thinking and discussion, Griffin Oasis added some new items to its shelves.

A large number of cooking seasonings were put on the shelves, and next to these seasonings were common recipes from around the world. In the back pages of these books, there were advertisements for Griffin Oasis.

The late-night food show "Processing Ingredients" is now on! Watch it now!

There is no shortage of humanoids with good cooking skills, and many tactical humanoids have experience as chefs.

Sun Yang asked them to compile a large number of common recipes based on the existing ingredients sold and their own experience, and also simultaneously filmed how to make these foods.

The filming location was chosen directly in the large cafeteria of the Griffin headquarters, where everything is relatively complete.

Since different dolls are good at different cuisines, during filming, basically seven or eight dolls are processing ingredients at the same time in different regions, and a week's worth of program video can be produced in one day.

Ram also went to the TV station and spent money to occupy the 22 p.m. time slot. After watching the sample, he started the show without stopping.

After spending some time, this program that teaches you how to make delicious food quickly gained its own fans. Although people know that this is a program produced by Griffin Oasis to promote its own products, it really teaches you how to make delicious food.

With sales and marketing through multiple channels, the Haywood area quickly changed its taste.

The food they eat out at restaurants is provided by Griffin Oasis, the pre-prepared food they buy is provided by Griffin Oasis, the ingredients and seasonings they use to cook at home are also provided by Griffin Oasis, and even the food shows are recorded by them.

About two weeks after the food show aired, a brand new forum appeared on the Night City local area network.

This forum is dedicated to reviewing all aspects of the chefs who appeared in "Processing Food", and also providing sharp comments on whether the food they cook is delicious.

Just like commenting on the strength of characters in comics, food comics have declined these days, but that doesn’t stop people from ranking the characters that appear on food shows and vying for a ranking.

This forum has only about fifty people chatting regularly, a typical niche discussion group for a small hobby group. Others prefer to discuss which Night City legend is the most powerful, which middleman is the most stingy, or simply discuss the Kree, who has been popular for decades, and reminisce about Johnny Silverhand.

Sun Yang also saw this discussion group, but he didn't care about it as long as it didn't affect sales.

Moreover, after making sure that food sales had gradually stabilized, he expanded into new projects.

It's no secret that Night City is very accepting of prosthetics, with finger replacements and arm replacements commonplace. However, you need to be wealthy and able to afford the maintenance costs. Many people in Night City have lost their jobs and are left to make ends meet with aging arms.

Sun Yang took the super cheap mechanical prostheses he found in the KENSHI world, which had no side effects, and started selling them in the streets and alleys of Night City.

Compared to food that satisfies the appetite, cheap and sturdy prosthetic limbs may be what the lower-class people in Night City really need.

535 Product Promotion Team

Sun Yang was a little surprised by Whole Foods' reaction, but after the electronic warfare dolls obtained internal communication data through hacking, he was no longer so surprised.

It would take a long time for the company to deal with internal issues, calculate losses, investigate the attackers, and formulate follow-up actions. Although Sun Yang expected the other party to launch a full-scale counterattack in a short period of time, it turned out that this was not the case.

After Antonina's investigation, the company quickly determined that the attacker was Griffin Oasis, but there were many disagreements within the company about how to respond.

However, the tactics were nothing more than making concessions or offering higher prices to win over the company. The reason they couldn't make up their minds was simply because the company's top management hadn't yet decided who to send and how much they would pay.

There were indeed a number of disguised mercenaries or hackers who secretly tried to contact the humanoids or kidnap one of them, but these attempts all ended in failure.

The tactical dolls didn't want to deal with these mercenaries, and in fact, they didn't know what their commander was going to do. Many of the dolls just knew they had opened a shop and had a new place to run around and play.

As long as they were given time to rest and had nothing else to do, the Tactical Dolls didn't care what their Commander told them to do. Selling vegetables or killing people was no problem.

Mercenaries hired by the company come every day. Although the humanoids are capable of handling them, sometimes the mercenaries' behavior is too extreme. They will even bring bombs to blow up Griffin's trucks in an attempt to capture the humanoids.

After a moment's thought, Sun Yang activated the Mann Squad. Having them take care of these mercenaries, who were both skilled at strutting and surviving, was a way of putting their talents to good use.

So far, these back-channel probing and kidnappings have not produced any useful results, and Whole Foods is still arguing internally.

Sun Yang's business expanded rapidly, bringing fresh produce to the lives of the people of Haywood within a week. While this brought in more competitors, they were all scumbags, and Sun Yang could simply dispatch Mann Squad or a humanoid squad to deal with them.

Soon, the forces surrounding Heywood were beaten into submission. While it was unclear whether this would attract the attention of any major corporations, Sun Yang had at least a firm grasp on the appetites of the Night City residents in this area.

After confirming that the company had no immediate reaction and that all nearby forces had been beaten into submission, Sun Yang dispatched a group of Griffin's tactical T-dolls and the medical T-dolls trained in the Oasis to do other things.

These T-dolls, carrying dozens of robotic arms and legs recovered from KENSHI, split into teams and headed for residential areas outside the city. Each team consisted of a medical T-doll and several tactical T-dolls.

Such a combination is enough to operate in relatively chaotic residential areas. Although Night City is a place where prosthetics are rampant, not many people can deal with a humanoid made entirely of alloy and using a small nuclear fusion power source.

***

"I still don't understand why the Commander would do such a thing. What's the point? What can you achieve with this mechanical prosthesis? Captain Makarov, what are your thoughts? Is the Commander trying to do something good?"

AAT52, a tactical humanoid who had once carried out combat missions in the Mojave Desert, looked at the scenery outside the car window while holding a machine gun and sighed.

The car started from the Haywood area, bypassed Vista del Rey, the poorest district in the area, and drove all the way to the eastern district of Santo Domingo. This is one of the oldest districts in Night City. Santo Domingo has two sub-districts, the River Valley District and the Coronado Ranch. Santo Domingo is home to industrial parks and power plants.

"If the commander thinks this is a good thing, then that's what it means." Makarov held a rail submachine gun in her arms, and her neck was connected to the scanning device on the vehicle, monitoring the surrounding environment in real time.

"Including replacing criminals' limbs?" AAT52 looked at the data from the scanner. Nearby pedestrians basically had a criminal record from the NCPD.

The car has reached the edge of the River Valley, and the extreme gap between the rich and the poor in Night City is once again evident.

The heart of Night City is dotted with skyscrapers hundreds of meters high, their holographic projections and hovercrafts dominating the sky. A dazzling array of pricey goods awaits on the streets, while the lavishly decorated entertainment venue "Genting" and the dozens of street-side Mewtwo experience shops are truly captivating. There's even a chance to try real food.

The River Valley District is an industrial area built in the suburbs. Trucks arrive here day and night, and employees also work day and night.

The sky over the River Valley is perpetually gray, and several skyscrapers stand like wonders in its midst. The streets are deserted during the day, and the open sewage pipes are perpetually filled with rancid green water.

Inside the pipes of factories that have stopped production due to bankruptcy are where scavengers, underground black markets, and unemployed poor people operate.

These people modified the pipeline to make it accessible to more places and make their own living more comfortable. These poor people lost their jobs, but they could still make a living by picking up garbage - although they would see less faces after a while, that was the job of the scavengers.

There's a massive garbage dump in Riverdale, where Night City has been dumping its overflowing trash cans for decades. The dumpsters contain everything from corpses to leftover food and useless electronic parts. It's always a place where people can scavenge for scraps and survive.

In order to survive, or to get rid of their current life, those who linger here have low moral standards and do not care about the law. They abide by local rules, rules that allow them to survive.

"Everyone here has a criminal record. Theft, robbery, those are still recorded, and there are probably dozens more that aren't. Why is it that our Palette Team is doing this kind of thing..."

The driver, the Type 92, muttered to herself as she nervously looked at the drug addicts and drunks slumped on the street. These guys were staring at the car, seemingly thinking about something.

"I don't know what you're worried about. Are these guys any better than Metal Scorpion?" Sten leaned against the car carelessly, glancing at the nervous Medical Doll. "You're from Oasis, right? Medical Doll C0012? First mission?"

"No, that's not the case. I've interned outside the headquarters and in the End of America world before. Ms. Pascal originally planned to have us intern in the XCOM world, but that plan was canceled. The professor asked us to come here to help people with prosthetic limbs." The medical T-doll was unfamiliar with these tactical T-dolls and was a little reserved.

"So, medical officer, what do you think? Do you think it's a waste to give these criminals prosthetic limbs? Even after getting them, they will soon die in a corner somewhere..." AAT52 said somewhat melancholy.

"The commander's meaning is very clear. Just sell these prosthetic limbs. Make some money and build a reputation. We are targeting the lowest level of the market. AAT, if you say anything sarcastic again, I will throw you out." Makarov warned.

"Okay, I won't say anything. But Captain, you must have expressed a lot of opinions on this before. I'm just imitating you." Although AAT52 obeyed the order, he still retorted with some dissatisfaction.

"AAT, we are no longer hired humanoids, and we have no other way out. For me, it doesn't matter whether it makes sense or not. The most important thing is to keep Griffin running. Everything we need for our activities depends on the commander. So I will not question the commander's ideas." Makarov said softly.

"Captain, how can you say such a thing? Could it be that you have also been blinded by the commander, just like the AR team? It is said that humanoids who use their flesh bodies too much will begin to admire the commander~" Sten teased while sitting next to him.

"According to the explanation given by those undead who play with souls, it seems that powerful souls attract weaker souls... but I'm just stating the facts. Of course, our actions are only a temporary solution, not a permanent one. Saving these people is only temporary. If everyone could live a good life, this wouldn't have happened. I believe the Commander understands this."

Makarov looked at the trucks passing by in the distance and the factory workers who had just finished their work and were sitting on the side of the road not far away.

His clothes were dirty and his eyes were bloodshot, but despite this, he trembled and took out an inhibitor and injected it into his body. Otherwise, his worn cyber arms would not be able to stop shaking.

"Park the Type 92, let's start with him. Let the commander think about those troublesome things, and we will do what we should do. Negotiation... I'll do it." Makarov sighed, and the car quickly stopped next to the employee who had just finished spraying the medicine.

The employee reacted quickly and immediately got up and left when he saw a car parked nearby, but the human figure was even faster.

Makarov threw his submachine gun behind him, grabbed the employee's clothes in a few sprints, and dragged him into the car in broad daylight.

"Is this how you negotiate, Captain?!" The team members around him complained, and the driver, Type 92, stepped on the accelerator and ran away before the NCPD came over.

536 Subsequent Directions

"I beg you to spare me, I have a wife and children to support, I, I can't lose this job! My hands can't be sold for much money!" The employee who was tied to the car raised his mechanical arms tremblingly, with snot and tears flowing from his nose.

"Let me take a closer look. Relax," the medical figure stared at the employee's hands for a few seconds, then pulled out a data cable and plugged it into the port on the side of the arm. "The arm shows signs of numerous repairs... Records show it's changed hands three times, with no record of viruses."

"That seems to be much inferior to our product. Sir, what is your name and what do you do? Why do you want to replace your arm?" Makarov patted the frightened employee and asked him to calm down.

"I'm Chris Fentom, from the transport and cleanup department... My arm was crushed by a machine, and then I used up all my money to buy these hands." A look of pain appeared on the employee's face.

"I understand, Mr. Fintom, you now have an opportunity. We plan to replace your worn-out robotic arms for free. Don't talk about repair issues, you don't look like you can afford the maintenance fees." Makarov nodded and said.

"We have the basic KLR model and the powerful industrial crane arm. Which one do you want? Our robotic arms are guaranteed to be made of solid materials, at least stronger than the ones on your body." The medical figure patted the box behind him and said.

"You don't look like those kidney-snatching scavengers... I, I want a power model." Mr. Fintom thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and agreed to replace the robotic arm. He had no choice anyway; it looked like he couldn't leave, whether he agreed or not.

"Type 92, keep driving and go around. AAT and Sten, you are responsible for guarding the left and right. C0012, prepare for surgery." Makarov clapped his hands.

The medical doll took out an anesthetic and injected it into the man. Then he and Makarov carried him to the back of the car to perform the arm transplant.

These robotic humanoids have been around for a long time. After being improved by the Advanced War World Atlas Corporation and the data fed back by the humanoids through war, these robotic arms have been greatly improved in details.

But basically, they're all about increasing structural strength, adding protective layers, and reducing weight. The humanoids aren't interested in adding a wrist cannon to this robotic arm; they can just carry a proper railgun launcher when going out on missions.

The organ transplant technology of Griffin Oasis is actually far inferior to that of Night City's cyborg doctors. At least the humanoids cannot replace their cyber eyes or implant infiltration devices in their brains at will. These are things that the humanoids have never heard of.

However, they had much more experience with limb transplants. At the main base, all medical humanoids were required to undergo training with mechanical limbs, and there was no shortage of humans who had lost limbs in various worlds, so every medical humanoid had ample experience.

Even though people in Night City put a lot of random stuff in their heads, it's not a big deal if they install robotic arms or subdermal armor of different brands. So it's not a big problem to just install this robotic arm.

The medical doll completed the surgery in just over ten minutes. The shoulder debridement and reconstruction took up most of the time, but the arm was reattached and ready to use.

Compared to the robotic arms in Night City, the robotic arms in KENSHI's world are more durable and sturdy. They can function normally in acid rain, high temperatures, and extremely cold areas without much loss of flexibility and touch.

And most importantly, these arms have no backdoors or internet connectivity. They're simply robotic arms. If a hacker tried to overheat the prosthetics, they'd be surprised to find they don't even have a signal point.

"Changed." The medical figure gave the employee another injection, neutralizing the effects of the anesthetic. Fintom slowly regained consciousness.

"I feel like I'm lighter than before..." Fintom looked up at his new arms. Makarov handed him a piece of metal, and Fintom could feel the surge of power coming from his arms, and he easily tore it apart.

"Oh, and there's one more thing. You don't have to worry about developing cyberpsychosis because of your arm. I've seen many people who have had this kind of arm replaced, and they are still alive and well." Makarov explained.

"What are you doing this for?" Fentom moved his arms. No matter what, these new hands were much stronger than the original ones, and he was not at a disadvantage at all.

"This type of robotic arm will be sold on the market soon. You are a lucky customer and will receive free replacement and maintenance services. This is our company's contact information. Please call us if you have any questions. If you find it comfortable to use, you can also recommend it to your friends." Makarov opened the car door and asked him to get out, and then stuffed a postcard into his hand.

"Company? Griffin Oasis?" Fantom got out of the car, confused. Did he really get his arm replaced for free? Was he really that lucky?

He looked around and saw that it was indeed the place where he had been abducted. These people really hadn't taken him to a strange place. The car also drove away quickly.

But this sales pitch is just too weird, isn't it? Tying someone up, then changing their arm and then sending them off in a nice and polite manner—what kind of weird attitude is that?

It felt a bit like the Whirlpool Gang? Fintom scratched his head, but the car had just driven away and then turned back, frightening him so much that he wanted to run.

"I forgot to take your arm!" Makarov got out of the car, stuffed the detached arm into the employee's arms, and immediately got back into the car and drove away.

"What the hell is going on here..." Fentom looked at the postcard and his arm, confused for a moment. "Griffin Oasis...is that the shop that sells vegetables and fruits? Isn't that the shop in Haywood?"