I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

At the same time, all the devices in the building that could receive signals were automatically shut down and started analog recording. The people sitting in the monitoring room were still browsing the forum online and did not notice the problem.

Damn it, that vegetable and meat company in Heywood closed down, and I can't eat fresh chicken anymore. I'd rather have bird flu than chicken! I want fried chicken legs! Cybergod, give me chicken legs!

Look at you, thank goodness I'm in the habit of stockpiling. They had a sale for a while, and I bought up all the soy sauce and vinegar that were unsold. Now it tastes great with cockroach salad.

I can't eat cockroaches anymore. They're disgusting. I just finished a commission and bought a lot of lamb. The company I bought closed down right after I bought it. I'm planning to get everyone on the forum together for a barbecue party in a few days to celebrate offline.

Okay. The Whirlpool Gang, watching the surveillance footage, immediately signed up. He nervously scrolled through the forum, waiting to see when the original poster would send him the address in a private message.

But just as he swiped out the address, he felt a sudden headache and couldn't remember anything.

The headless Whirlpool Gang fell to the ground. The invisible humanoid connected the peripheral device to the monitoring console, deleted all the data inside, threw a few EMP grenades in the room, closed the door and continued to move forward.

Soon, all the Whirlpool Gang members in the area fell in a pool of blood. Dozens of humanoids with advanced weapons searched the entire building and guarded all the passages.

The old dolls gathered at the door of the room where the Mewtwo editor was locked up. M14 opened the door and saw a father and son lying on a recliner, working methodically on Mewtwo.

550 Night City Daily: Collecting Mewtwo Materials

M14 did not give the father and son who created Black Mewtwo time to think. After making sure that the two had come out of the editing mode, he put sacks on their heads and asked the team members to pack up the equipment and people here and take them away.

The transport truck had already arrived, and after only a few minutes, the humanoids had cleaned up the battlefield, activated their stealth modules, and left. When the surrounding Whirlpool Gang arrived, only corpses remained.

The transporter arrived at an abandoned factory somewhere in the North District. M14 got out of the vehicle, looked at the silent factory, and released a psychically encrypted signal.

There was an inconspicuous ripple in the air, and an invisible figure transmitted a signal of approval to M14. The invisible convoy drove deep into the factory and moved the two masked Mewtwo editors and their equipment inside.

"Commander, the mission is accomplished." M14 walked into a room deep in the factory. Sun Yang was looking at other people's mission progress reports.

"Thank you for your hard work, M14, and everyone at the palette. I'd also like to trouble you to keep watch here to prevent any accidents." Sun Yang stood up, touched everyone's head, and gave M14 a deep hug.

"It's okay. Things are relatively simple. The newcomers work very efficiently. At least in terms of combat, they are much better than when we were tactical T-dolls. We just lack the experience now." M14 stroked Sun Yang's back and slowly let go after feeling that he had hugged him enough.

"I don't mean to interrupt. But could the Commander tell me what we're going to do with these two guys? Are we really going to use them to make a torture video...?" Makarov had the new humanoids settle the people down before pushing the door open and walking in.

"Sharp as always, Makarov. This is my preparation for the future... Those with weak wills will be forced to confess with just a few threats, but for those with strong wills, I need more appropriate means to make them surrender."

Sun Yang led the humanoids into another room, and the Disobedient Squad and Squad 404 just tied up several members of the Whirlpool Gang and the Scavengers.

The captured individuals had been given large doses of anesthetic and were now lying on beds with their necks tilted, handcuffed with various torture instruments by the humanoids and connected to life monitoring systems. Separate isolation rooms were prepared for each individual.

"Commander, I have checked. There is no GPS chip and no rescue chip. We can start at any time." AK15 saluted Sun Yang.

"By the way, aren't you guys going on a mission to steal technology and monitor companies?" M14 looked at the two teams bewilderedly. She hadn't read the various reports in the base because the T-dolls were too good at filling her mouth with nonsense, so she could only choose to read what she needed.

"Then we have to gather enough intelligence before we can steal, right? The surveillance mission is not done all the time. These things are very complicated and take a long time to do... It's not quite the same as what you do, but I'll tell you slowly when I have the chance." Sister 45 dismissed M14 with a series of words.

"Commander, I haven't seen any medical figures from Oasis. The life monitoring system should be operated by professionals." 416 looked at the equipment and asked.

"No, I'll do it myself. If you want to watch, you can watch from the side, but don't interfere." Sun Yang touched his wrist and held a slender spiral sword in his hand.

"You may not know this, but many medical humanoids have also sworn the Hippocratic Oath. Putting them in charge of these matters violates that oath. Perhaps for some humans, doing so would simply be a torment of conscience, but for a humanoid, the price of violating this oath could be a mental breakdown."

"But PA15 didn't have a mental breakdown when she killed people? Wasn't she a nurse?" M14 asked curiously.

"She...you should go and ask her in person. If she doesn't want to tell me, I won't reveal it to anyone." Sun Yang still chose to keep it secret, at least not to reveal it to anyone else.

"Start the Mewtwo recording software." Sun Yang gave the order to AK15. With a slight buzzing sound, the Mewtwo recording system implanted in the Whirlpool Gang lit up green.

"Healing blessing." The power of miracle seeped into the head of the Vortex Gang in front of him.

The member of the Vortex Gang activated his artificial eye in a daze. When he saw so many people standing in front of him, he immediately realized that something was wrong and he was being captured.

"Fuck, fuck, this is fucking bad luck, fuck... Oh fuck, tell me, what do you want?"

The Whirlpool Gang cursed and tried to break free from the Saturn alloy torture device. After struggling and finding it useless, they could only lie down and accept their fate.

"Nourishment from the sun." Sun Yang had no intention of communicating, he just placed a recovery miracle on the spot.

"What...it hurts so much, it hurts so much! Ah! Stop! My head, my body, my whole body, it hurts so much, it hurts!" The severe pain started from the head and spread to the whole body.

Soon the Whirlpool Gang let out a series of roars and screams, followed by an unintelligible wails.

He begged Sun Yang for mercy, promising to tell him anything he knew. His prosthetic body clanged against the instruments of torture that restricted his movements, the sturdy handcuffs beyond his power to break. He could only endure the prolonged, excruciating pain.

Sun Yang just stared at the Vortex Gang, ignoring any dirty words or begging for mercy that came out of his mouth.

He just put some activated souls into the Whirlpool Gang's brain when its physiological indicators were about to explode and its body was about to go into shock, and then used the "Healing Prayer" to temporarily clear its pain.

The miracle of the undead, to be more precise, is all the miracles of recovery. Whether it is the "recovery" of repairing the human body in one go, or the "emergence of vitality" of slowly repairing the human body, its effect is to repair the human body to the most complete degree possible.

If the injured person has a disability or is missing an organ, the recovery miracle will be responsible for restoring the limbs to a healthy state.

However, if you suffer from myopia, fatty liver or uterine fibroids, you need to dig out the problematic part and then release miracles to get a completely healthy body.

Dark Soul's miracle spell is a true miracle. This spell can benefit those with physical defects, but this mechanism of completely repairing the human body is a fatal spell for many people in Night City.

If a person's arm is replaced with a robotic arm, this miracle will promote the growth of flesh and blood and reject the mechanical prosthesis connected to the nerves.

There is no anesthetic in this process of regrowth. The proliferating bones and flesh will do everything possible to expel the prostheses. The regenerated flesh will produce unparalleled pain, which is the process of the nerves rejecting the prostheses.

Moreover, few people in Night City used prosthetics; most people at least had a brain-computer interface installed. Restoration spells would even reject this, and the pain of being abruptly disconnected from their brains would overwhelm most people.

"Kill me! Kill me ah ah ah ah ah!!!" A large amount of pus and blood flowed from the face of the Whirlpool Gang. A part of his face was hollowed out and a red artificial eye was put in as a replacement. But now, this artificial eye connected to the brain was pushed out little by little, and the thread buried under the skin also broke through the skin and floated outside.

The miracle of healing continued to slowly and steadily repair his body. The artificial eye device rolled to the side of his head, and a pair of blue eyes filled with fear grew back.

The Vortex Gang's arm, its replaced titanium alloy skeleton, and the connecting device in its palm also emerged from the skin, accompanied by blood. Beneath the titanium alloy arm, new bones and muscles refilled the shrunken body.

He had quite a few prosthetic parts installed on his body, and the pain brought him almost made him faint several times, but Sun Yang's magic did not allow him to fall into a coma.

After Sun Yang released the "vitality surge" several times in succession and spent a lot of effort to prevent himself from going into shock due to the pain, all the prostheses in his body were finally expelled from his body without surgery or anesthesia.

"Confirm that all prostheses have been expelled." AK15 nodded to Sun Yang.

Sun Yang nodded in agreement, smashed the weakened Whirlpool member's head with a punch, opened the soundproof door, and headed for the next candidate. The Mewtwo device had recorded everything, but he needed additional material for comparison...

"Commander, are you okay?" M14 looked at the tired Sun Yang nervously.

"My ears are a little noisy, which is unavoidable. If you are asking whether I am in good spirits, then I am fine. Although what I did is no different from the execution of a criminal by slow slicing, I will not regret it." Sun Yang said in a relaxed manner.

"I understand. I just, maybe..." M14 looked at the headless body. She would never let these scum go, but if possible, she would not try to torture these Vortex Gang members. She would just shoot them to death.

"I will return to them double what they have done, that's all. Since they like to perform surgery on people and install prosthetics at random, I will let them taste double the pain. M14, it's normal for you to feel uncomfortable. Keep your mind in check and don't try to understand this behavior." Sun Yang said to M14, who was in a depressed mood.

"I'm afraid you'll become... a being that's immersed in a desire for torture and disregards humanity. Commander, will you be even more alienated from humanity than we humanoids?" M14 asked softly.

"It's hard for me to say. I've killed too many living things. I never would have imagined this would happen. Maybe it's because I've become an immortal... No, it's probably just that I've killed too many people." Sun Yang tilted his head and answered M14's question honestly.

"I've killed many people, perhaps some innocent among them, but I can be sure that I fought with a clear conscience. I did indeed harvest lives, but the people and monsters I killed also caused countless families to weep and countless lives to be torn apart. As for the Whirlpool Gang and the Scavengers... I have no psychological burden for torturing these guys."

"But at least for now, I won't transform into some kind of dangerous existence. I have you here, I have Griffin and everyone from the Oasis, I have Rukatiye and Strider. I have a large group of people following me, surrounding me. I'm doing what I should do, that's all. Do you still have any doubts?"

Sun Yang looked at his hands, which were covered in blood, and decided not to touch M14's head.

"...I understand. I believe in you, Commander. As long as you hold on to your beliefs, we will follow you no matter what you become."

M14 responded softly. She watched Sun Yang walk into the next room and follow the same process again.

But this time he directly used the "recovery" miracle and poured the healing power into the scavenger's body in one breath.

“Ahhhhhhhhh——!!” The Scavenger’s body repaired itself in a very short time. His leg prosthesis was covered with nerves and unformed blood vessels.

Before Sun Yang could cast a spell to reduce pain, the scavenger died suddenly from shock.

"Isn't the threshold of tolerance high... Well, it would be great if Strider was here, but he is eating, drinking and having fun in the city, so we won't ask him to come here to work overtime." Sun Yang shook his head, left the corpse behind, and went into the next room.

551 Daily Life in Night City: Eradicating the Roots

An hour later, dozens of bloody records filled with the endless roars and pain of the dead were freshly produced.

Sun Yang brought the data into a cement room. The captured Black Mewtwo editors, master and wife, had been waiting for a long time. When Sun Yang entered the room, their emotions were a little uneasy.

"You, what do you want us to do?" The Mewtwo editor rubbed his palms nervously. "If it's about Mewtwo, I can do it. Any subject is fine. But the prerequisite is that you place a normal order. My personal safety cannot be guaranteed!"

Although he was trembling and his words were incoherent, Sun Yang still understood what he meant. If he couldn't guarantee their safety, he wouldn't make anything.

"I need you to make a Mewtwo for mental torture. It will take at least half an hour. There can be more tricks. We can discuss the subsequent details. How long does it take you to make these Mewtwo?" Sun Yang said straight to the point.

"This takes a long time. Even if there is high-quality film source, the editing needs repeated debugging. And my fee is not low." The elderly man comforted his son and started a conversation with Sun Yang.

"No problem, the price is negotiable." Sun Yang nodded.

"Also, I will contact the middleman when I finish my work. I want to find a middleman I trust to take me and my son out of the city." Mewtwo Editor continued to make requests. He really didn't dare to stay in the city and had to go out to avoid the limelight.

"Yes, your son can leave here first, and you can talk to your son through this device every day to let your son assure you that you are still alive. As long as you work hard and don't talk nonsense when you go out, we will be in peace." Sun Yang put on a magnanimous attitude.

The old Mewtwo editor nudged his son, and Sun Yang grabbed the young Mewtwo editor's shoulders and led him out of the room. The subsequent work outside was left to the humanoids.

The old Mewtwo editor quickly began his work. He only frowned slightly when faced with the screams and excruciating pain. He had seen many Mewtwo original films filled with pain and was already used to it.

Although I don’t know why, every time my nerves can’t bear it, my brain will be enveloped by a strange feeling, and then the pain will be suppressed.

Mewtwo editors adjusted these containment processes, eliminating the noise in the middle, so that the subjects can endure this pain for as long as possible.

Given the uncomplicated nature of his employer's needs, it didn't take long for Mewtwo Editor to finish the sample. Perhaps because he was eager to leave, he only spent two days to complete the work.

Sun Yang silently accepted the film, looked up at the old man, and casually asked, "Do you have any other similar films used for interrogation and torture? I can give you a price higher than the market price for each one."

"I, I'm not sure what your preferences are, and most people prefer thrilling movies..." The old man who made Black Mewtwo stammered.

"I know what you've done, and I don't like people trying to be clever at this time. I can let you off the hook. After all, you're the one producing the film, and the worst you can do is just stand by and watch... Compared to you, I'm more interested in those who took action." Sun Yang played with the Mewtwo sample in his hand and handed it to the tactical doll beside him.

The humanoid adjusted the Mewtwo device and put the glasses on the head of the last tied-up Uzumaki gang member. The Uzumaki gang member was locked in a soundproof door and closely observed by several elite humanoids.

Soon, a familiar, heart-wrenching roar could be heard faintly from the room. It seemed the chip was indeed working.

"I've already made the sample, what else do you want me to do?" The old Mewtwo editor sat on the chair.

"I guess you should have a complete production line. Tell me about your upstream and downstream customers. You can understand it as me wanting to take over your job... It's best not to lie, okay?" Sun Yang sat opposite the old man and said softly.

After a moment's silence and Sun Yang's dubious assurances, the old man wrote down a few contact details. Sun Yang picked them up, glanced at them, and patted him on the shoulder.

"The Fourth Wall Mewtwo Experience Studio. You made the right choice. You can go now." After Sun Yang finished speaking, he asked the humanoid to drive him away without any hesitation.

The old man seemed a little bit unbelievable, but he reacted quickly, thanked them hurriedly, and then left this simple secret base surrounded by several tactical humanoids.

M14 watched the old man being escorted into the car, then turned to Sun Yang and asked, "Are you just letting him go? These people deserve death. Killing them would be like eliminating harm for the people."

"I have already made arrangements. Their deaths cannot be linked to you. Have you taken all the Mewtwo from their workplace? Very good, I will find someone to retrieve the samples. Find two teams to drive and track their signals, and let me know after you leave the city. The rest of the people should prepare to go to the city center." Sun Yang touched M14's head and reassured her.

Ready? Despite some doubts, M14 obeyed Sun Yang's orders and assembled a team of tactical humanoids and their newly promoted humanoids.

***

That afternoon, Mewtwo's editor, who had escaped from the secret prison, found a middleman he trusted and paid him to take him out of the city.

A young driver and a mercenary armed with a spear picked up the two trembling men. With caution all the way, the vehicle drove out of Night City in one breath, leaving through the northern exit.

After being some distance away from Night City, Mewtwo's editor, Master, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After leaving the city, they no longer had to worry about being kidnapped by some scary guy, and they also swore quietly that they would never return to Night City again.

"It's best if you don't come back. You've provoked a powerful enemy. As soon as you cross the border, an NCPD officer or Militech security guard might report your whereabouts. I don't think you're up to fighting. You might come back with missing limbs next time."

The mercenary sitting in the front joked about it. He had a radial burn scar on the left side of his face and his eye had been replaced with a prosthetic eye. He boasted that it was hit by grenade fragments, unfortunately, half of his face was covered with debris.

The father and son sitting in the back seat were not in the mood to chat at all. They just responded sporadically while thinking about where to go and what to do next.

After all, being a Mewtwo editor is a technical job, and many media companies need their skills. As long as this technology is not banned, there is no need to worry about food and drink.

Seeing that his employer was worried, the mercenary muttered for a while and then stopped talking.

The car quickly stopped at an old bus stop somewhere in the north of Night City. The mercenary told them that the next transport was on the way and asked them to wait a moment and try to hide themselves to avoid being encountered by the Luan Dao Society.

After saying this, the mercenary and the driver drove away, leaving the father and son shivering in the increasingly cold California, relying on the bus stop for shelter.

But before they could rub their hands, they felt their bodies suddenly heat up. The father and son looked at their hands, and some black flames overflowed from their fingertips.

They looked at each other again, black flames already flowing from their ears. Before they could even raise a question or scream, the corpses that had claimed countless victims suddenly exploded.

The activated soul blew away the only bus stop nearby, and their clothes and prosthetic bodies were burned to ashes by the soul bomb.

A few hundred meters away, two humanoid teams confirmed that the target had disappeared and immediately reported to the rear base.

And Sun Yang simply snapped his fingers a few seconds ago, detonating the soul bombs that had been injected into the bodies of these two people.

This was a technique used in the Dark Souls' dark arts, one he'd used long ago when fighting for the Atlas Corporation. It simply happened to be available now. Remote detonation, constant monitoring, and no evidence left after death—it was simply the most convenient and appropriate assassination technique.

552 Daily Life in Night City: Finishing Work

"This is News Channel 54, bringing you the latest news from Night City. Not long ago, a media company called 'Fourth Wall Dream Experience Studio' was attacked by terrorists, and casualties are currently being counted."