I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

The humanoids are armed with live ammunition and are responsible for security services, while various small drones are responsible for sanitation and cleaning.

Sun Yang didn't dare to let the humanoid take charge of tasks like massage. It didn't matter to the undead at home, but the people in Night City were very wary of robots.

Modified iron lumps like sparring robots and combat robots are fine, and users are prepared for them. But massage robots are far too dangerous. What if they accidentally break someone's neck? Furthermore, Sun Yang's robots are mostly covered in biological skins.

After much deliberation, Sun Yang and the dolls in charge of operations decided to hire humans. At most, they could just pay less money and give more material rewards.

As for the food service, that's up to the Dolls. Besides, the food at the main base is better than what most people eat in Night City.

Simply set up a self-service area with more than 50 kinds of food, and prepare the food you like for those who have purchased the premium package.

In the words of some humanoids who are good at cooking, Night City is a food desert, and the food eaten by corporate executives is just so-so. The chefs in Night City cannot compare with Griffin Kitchen, which spans multiple worlds.

After a period of operation, most customers who came here gave the service a mediocre evaluation. Artificial hot springs, acupuncture, cupping, and massages of various international styles are not uncommon in other massage parlors in Night City.

But the guests only praised the food and beverages provided. Many mercenaries and scavengers who had saved money came here not mainly to take a bath, but to eat.

Conflicts were inevitable when people from all walks of life and all regions mixed together. However, these were no problem for the fully armed T-dolls. The T-doll security guards simply went over and pinned the person down and threw him outside.

In addition, a small number of guests expressed dissatisfaction with the lack of service content.

In Night City, sex services and sex transactions are already openly accepted, and many guests at the sanatorium want to have in-depth conversations with the masseuses and waiters. There are even security dolls among them.

No matter how hard Sun Yang thought, he couldn't imagine that there were people who wanted to find a humanoid wearing a fully enclosed combat suit. Is there something wrong with your brain?

Finally, Sun Yang could only say that he didn't care what the masseuses and waiters did after get off work, but anyone who harassed anyone during work would be kicked out. Everyone came here to take a bath and relax, so could they be more civilized?

Although the nursing home's main business has various problems, it seems to be doing quite well at the moment.

Although it was initially claimed to be able to treat cyberpsychosis, the first thing people say when they mention this sanatorium is: "The food in this sanatorium is delicious." This is what is said in the news, newspapers, and forums.

Even a few of the fans who had previously bought ingredients at the supermarket and formed a small circle came over. After tasting the food, they all said that this was a familiar taste and called on everyone to come here to gather when they had nothing to do.

Although it was a mess, at least the result was not bad. Food is the most important thing for the people. Sun Yang could only sigh like this after hearing the news.

On the other side of the sanatorium was a large office with a sign on the door reading "Cyber ​​Psychiatric Treatment Center."

This publicity will eventually attract curious people who need medication to maintain mental stability. Even if the person is not curious, their friends and family will kidnap them for treatment.

***

The doll in charge of work in this office was sitting in a swivel chair, poking the ground with its feet and spinning around in boredom. Two new dolls were sitting on the sofa next to them, concentrating on playing a competitive game.

"I'm so tired." K5 slid down to the floor and rolled around on the carpet. "I'm so bored, but I'm really, really tired."

"What happened, K5? Do you need fire support?" the new humanoid asked without even looking up.

"What the hell is fire support? I mean it's so boring! It's been a long time since my master threw me here, and he hardly came to see me!" K5 rolled to the feet of the new humanoid and pulled her trouser leg.

"The commander is very busy. Are there any new patients today? Do you need to prepare?" The new humanoid lowered his head and continued playing the game, while giving a reminder.

"The patient just died, so I need a break. These guys are driving me crazy," K5 rolled over and sat on the floor, patting the carpet. "And do you know how many idiots want to talk to me? I get several calls every hour! Let the agent handle this! I don't want to talk to a company representative!"

"Didn't the commander say that we just need to shirk responsibility and report the information to him?" the new humanoid said nonchalantly.

"I can't stand receiving all these random requests and warnings anymore..." K5 didn't want to answer the phone.

Although the new T-dolls in front of them couldn't provide much help, fortunately they were good listeners and didn't show any impatience in the face of K5's constant complaints.

The pressure K5 mentioned is the invitations and threats from all sides of Night City. The ability to cure cyberpsychosis, even temporarily, is enough to attract a lot of attention.

At first, just as Sun Yang thought, other businesses and companies didn't pay much attention to the slogans he put up. After all, anyone with a normal intelligence would know it was just a gimmick.

Claims of a cure for cyberpsychosis ultimately only lead to exorbitantly priced drugs or bizarre treatments designed to rip people off. There are also those who peddle a vast array of anesthetic incense and modern witchcraft. We've seen this all too often.

This has been verified by the scientific research humanoids of Oasis. The so-called drugs that cure cyberpsychosis are actually various packaged drugs for treating mental illnesses.

These drugs are no more advanced than the chemical knowledge possessed by the humanoids. They come from top scientists in the three worlds of Advanced Warfare, Fallout, and XCOM, as well as the scientific research results of each world. Their effects are far better than those made by the unscrupulous businessmen in Night City, and the solutions for dealing with side effects and sequelae are more detailed and reliable.

In this regard, Sun Yang was not in a hurry to expand the market. He simply asked the dolls working in various hospitals to collect clinical data after treatment. At the same time, K5 collected patients' vital signs data while treating them.

As long as he had this data for comparison, Sun Yang could consider using proven and reliable solutions from other worlds. But for now, he'd better let K5 do its work under the guise of miracles.

And here lies the problem. The healing effect of the Immortal Miracle is completely different from that of medicine.

The drugs on the market are mainly various regulating hormones, sedatives, and special-effect analgesics. These things are sometimes not very effective and have great side effects. They may cause liver and kidney diseases, and these drugs often need to be taken continuously for a long time.

This medication couldn't alleviate the physical pain quickly enough, and the prosthetics only exacerbated the burden. Unadjusted prosthetics and the harsh living conditions combined to drag these people into the abyss.

The miracle of the immortal is that it can actually forcibly adjust the human body to a perfect state, healing both the mental and physical aspects.

Even if he'd been injected with half a liter of anesthesia and his organs were already failing, a single healing blessing would instantly restore his body to peak condition. This was something only an unreasonable fantasy world could achieve.

If the patient simply leaves the nursing home feeling refreshed, other companies won't take it seriously. At most, they might send in corporate spies to steal the information.

However, some patients later went to other hospitals for rehabilitation examinations, and the doctors were surprised to find that they were in good health, with all indicators as healthy as the children of middle-level corporate managers. Their previous physical examination reports showed that they had several chronic diseases and had suffered several episodes of neurological shock.

The hospital then asked the patient what he had done before, and he unsurprisingly gave the name of a nursing home. And so K5's nightmare began.

From one day on, the calls K5 received were no longer from patients asking, "Hello, can I come on Sunday afternoon? Do you have time? What preparations do I need?"

Now when she picks up her phone, she sees:

"How much does your technology cost? We are very interested."

"I'm warning you! You're not allowed to release this kind of drug or technology onto the market. If I find it, I'll blow your building up. Unless you make me your exclusive agent."

"I want 54 euros, or I'll have News smear you and have the city council send investigators to inspect your building every day."

"I'm very interested in your technology. I've put all my work aside and asked you to come here tomorrow afternoon to discuss this. If you don't come, something bad might happen."

"We found a batch of drugs named after your company, and one of your people is involved. Give me 20,000 and I'll send the information over."

These random calls were making K5 extremely anxious. The last one was particularly funny. My master hadn't even sent a single drug sample. Who were you trying to fool?

But fortunately, the fighting power of the humanoids is not jealous. Those who engage in electronic warfare will be killed on the spot, and those who want to cause damage will be shot on the spot by the security humanoids wandering around the streets.

What's worse, some people even make appointments to become patients, walk into K5's office openly, and then want to solve the problem with the power of their prostheses.

However, since humans' output limits are far lower than those of humanoids, these individuals are usually pinned to the ground by K5 and security dolls. After a full set of data checks by K5, this individual will be mercifully kicked out of the sanatorium.

It was too much to just disappear in the sanatorium. It would be difficult to rebuild after smashing all the bottles and jars. So the people just used humane means.

But the price she paid was that K5 was often exhausted. She received several harassing calls in the middle of the night.

"I feel like I need an assistant, the kind that's just for answering the phone. I can't stand it anymore, really." K5 lay on the ground and muttered to himself.

However, her mumbling did not last long. After she lay there for more than ten minutes, the new humanoid at the door sent a message to K5.

"K5, a guest insists on seeing you. She has no access code and no appointment record. But her identity is on the commander's priority watch list, and I need to ask for your opinion." The new humanoid said in a serious tone.

"Damn, that guy had to come to my house at this time. Doesn't he know that I might still be working?" K5 said swearing.

"She claimed to be the captain of the terrorist squad. She was accompanied by a middleman named Regina."

"Middleman? Captain of the Terrorist Squad?" K5 sat up suddenly. "Have them wait at the door for a few minutes."

Then K5 hurriedly pulled out an independent machine from the corner and entered a string of encrypted instructions.

"Order: All tactical humanoids will perform memory backups in batches and distribute all levels of weapons."

After doing all this, K5 let out a sigh and asked the people outside to let the person in.

"I feel like I'm going to die again. It's really not a good feeling to be a zombie..."

555 Two or Three Things About the Sanatorium (Part )

Hoo, hoo, stay calm, Moonlight, stay calm. K5, isn't he just a big shot in Night City? What's so great about him? He's just someone the Commander can kill with one punch!

K5 tried desperately to cheer herself up, but her heels still trembled and she couldn't stop. She was still afraid.

That Terrorist Squad leader and the forces behind the middleman aren't that formidable. With all our T-dolls and all our equipment, we can slaughter them all, even taking a hair. All of Night City isn't enough for us!

K5 felt a pain in his stomach. He hadn't eaten anything today, but the pain was excruciating. He was worried it might be a stress-induced stomach cramp.

I've just sent a message to the Commander. A savior will be here soon. Commander, I won't intentionally call you "my Lord" to bother you anymore. I just want you to pay more attention to me. So please come quickly.

K5 prayed fervently, but no matter how fast the commander's car was, it couldn't outpace the arrival of the two distinguished guests downstairs. The newly promoted T-dolls quickly reported the two guests' locations, while more T-dolls completed data backups and prepared their heavy plasma launchers, railguns, and grenade launchers.

The new T-dolls were waiting for K5's order. As soon as the order came, they would rush out and beat the two of them to a pulp. If they couldn't defeat them, they would overclock their fusion cores and explode with them.

Of course, this couldn't be done. K5, possessing common sense, understood that this wasn't an insult to the Terrorist Squad leader, but rather to the Night City High Council. A company that could even kill the Terrorist Squad leader was no ordinary corporation and must be severely punished.

The result is obvious. The commander will definitely complain while pulling out a large number of heavy armored teams, tactical humanoids and iron-blooded troops to seriously massacre the entire Night City.

To avoid this bloody and horrific future, K5's mind raced, trying to figure out how to delay the process. Unfortunately, all she could think of was a bunch of tarot card and rune divination knowledge.

Commander, Commander, when are you coming?! I'm dying! How am I supposed to talk to the Terrorist Squad? They're official representatives of Night City. I'm just a Doll. Why am I having to endure this torture? Help!

K5 sat resignedly in his office, adjusting his facial expression at the last moment, while two visitors knocked on the office door simultaneously.

"Come in." K5 pretended to organize the documents, looked up at the two visitors, and scanned the scan data on the screen in front of him.

Regina, one of Night City's top middlemen, used to be a frontline reporter. She is personally very interested in the treatment of cyberpsychosis, so it is not surprising that she came to me.

Their combat capability is negligible, and the implants on their bodies are rarely used in combat; most of them are devices to maintain body functions.

The other person's identity information was completely unavailable, with even the humanoid intelligence database not knowing his name. However, his prosthetic body could still be scanned.

She wore the standard-issue vision-enhancing helmet for the Terrorist Squad, revealing only a serious, tense chin. The six green eyepieces on the helmet locked onto K5 the moment she entered the room. And the number of implants on her body was ridiculous.

Mantis blade, titanium alloy skeleton, Krenchikov and matching amplifier, Sian Westin, protruding amplifier, subcutaneous armor, pain editor, reinforced tendons, nano muscle fiber group, in addition to this, in order to maintain long-term combat, most of her internal organs have been replaced with artificial ones, and there are even spare organs in her body.

Frankly speaking, none of K5's bodies had this much clutter. Based on K5's recent medical experience, the fact that this guy could even stand here normally was a miracle.

Of course, this also meant that K5 could easily be decapitated by the enemy with a single move. This Terrorist Mobile Squadron's basic combat performance rivaled that of an Elite Humanoid, and because she used a human brain, she could easily outmaneuver Sian Westin and Krenchikov.

After these two things were activated, the humanoids could not keep up, and in close combat, the humanoid iron was disassembled into parts. This is a technology that belongs only to this world and can only be used by humans.

"I heard you've saved a lot of cyberpsychopaths, Ms. Moonlight," the captain opened her mouth, and a female synthesized voice rang out, "I've always wanted to know how you did it."

"Huh...you guys came together?" K5 wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned his gaze to the middleman, Regina, who was just trying to stall for time.

"I have some connections with this captain, and she doesn't mind me being around during treatment. Isn't it better to have someone looking after you?" Regina explained.

I mind it. K5 detected that she was loaded with various recording devices, and the material recorded by these gadgets could be made into Mewtwo for viewing.

But even if she recorded it, it would be useless. The commander assumed from the beginning that this office would be invaded, so no important documents were left in the office, at most the patient files on the computer.

"I do have some magical little tricks to relax people's minds, but the effectiveness varies from person to person. You may just encounter someone with a less serious problem and who is a good match for therapy." K5 began to talk nonsense.

"So, you can do it, right?" The captain pointed at himself. "Give me a set. Don't play tricks. You know who I am. Digging my parts out won't be a death sentence. Got it?"

"Who wants your parts... First of all, I need to clarify a concept. Cyberpsychosis is essentially caused by mental problems. Implanted prostheses only make them more dangerous. The so-called cyberpsychosis caused by prostheses... there is some connection, but not much." K5 talked about his views in a torrent of words.

"I have the same idea as you. If your method is really effective, I look forward to further cooperation." Regina said with a smile.

"Please don't interrupt me when I'm communicating with the patient, or do you plan to sit here first? Okay, please ask this iron man to sit here. Do you have any adverse conditions? Have you felt dizzy, nauseous, insomnia, or irritable recently? How long has it lasted?" K5 asked, then pulled the scanner from the side and scanned the captain's head.

"Because of my work, I basically have no time to rest. But I don't have any accumulated pressure. Crushing the enemy is not a pressure for me, but a way to vent..." The captain was very cooperative and told K5's questions.

"Your mental state has adapted to your work environment... I can't say it's a healthy state, but you have reasonable channels to vent... Next, I need you to cooperate and do something. You don't need to do anything, just something to soothe your mind." K5 pretended to record a bunch of things.

Judging from the scan results, this terrorist squad member's mental state was relatively stable, and there were no physical issues revealed by the data. K5 increasingly felt that she was here to cause trouble.

But since everyone was here, let's do the full package. K5 lit incense and played soothing music from the 20th century, straight from the Fallout universe. She herself produced a strange metal ritual object and slowly waved it.

Music and incense are useless. What is really useful is the catalyst in K5's hand. This thing can allow her to work miracles.

Ding-a-ling. The metal ritual vessel rang with a melodious sound, and a silent miracle spread outward. The captain, idly sprawled in a chair, slowly removed her helmet, revealing her weary face and visual module beneath. She looked lost.

"I feel...good? I had a dream." The captain of the terrorist squad muttered to himself.

"What dream?" K5 had already put the catalyst away. Although the commander said he could buy this catalyst wholesale by the pound, something that could unleash miraculous power still had to be kept safe.

"I dreamed that all of our family members were celebrating my birthday together... No one was sick, no one left halfway, and we all went on vacation to the beach in Florida. We spent the whole day sunbathing on the beach and chatting... That beach was as beautiful as the posters from the 20th century. I really hope to lie there forever." The captain seemed a little unsatisfied.

What the hell? How come I didn't know that healing blessing had this effect? ​​K5 has also rubbed it himself, and at most I felt very excited.

"Does your healing effect also work for the people next to you?" Regina rubbed her eyes and said, "I saw some...good things too."

Are you guys trying to make fun of me? Or is it that if you have too many prosthetic brains, you'll end up playing a slideshow? K5 grumbled internally, but pretended to be fine on the surface.

"This is all normal. If there's no problem, please leave. Oh, by the way, give me the money. Come back next time if you want. Also, I don't prescribe medicine." K5 quickly wrote down the messages from the two people and tried to find a way to get rid of them quickly.

"Don't worry, Ms. Moonlight. Your skills are as good as the rumors say. But I still need your assistance with some things." The captain of the terrorist squad stood up refreshed, looking like he wanted to ask for help.

It's been several minutes. Where is my commander?

K5 regretted being so quick. She'd always dealt with previous patients in just a few minutes. If this time, the Terrorist Squad leader might become suspicious.

"Are these your people?" The captain showed K5 a few photos. The photos were taken from a very discreet angle, as if they were taken from a trash can two blocks away.

K5 is very familiar with the people in the photo. The one who is carrying a big sword and killing people is the undead Rukatiye. The two people who are dressed like warriors in special effects movies are Nashita and Sur from Oasis. The one who is masked and killing people with a rail submachine gun is RO635.

Being photographed isn't surprising, but how is it connected to me? This isn't right. K5 controlled his facial expression, looking at the captain in confusion.