I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

As a result, many new gang members who have established themselves in the territory are simply unable to deal with these enhanced undead.

Their kinetic rifles couldn't penetrate the undead's clothes, and their legs were slower than the undead's. Often, within a few minutes, all the gang members in a house would be dead.

The undead mage waved his staff and cast the invisibility magic he learned from Sun Yang, and shot out soul spears from the sinister corners to pierce through the scavengers wearing homemade powered exoskeletons.

The soldiers carried propulsion backpacks on their backs for high-speed maneuvers. Grenades thrown along the way automatically flew toward the nearest target. Once they landed, they swung their powerful weapons and easily cut the opposing cyborg in two.

While many underground businesses in Night City have been paralyzed recently, smuggling has surprisingly flourished. This is due to the heavy casualties suffered by the once-popular smuggling team, the Scavengers.

The scavenger group has always had an assembly line. They would start with kidnapping, follow the process of recording Mewtwo, dismantling and dividing the human body, and then packing the organs and prostheses and selling them at low prices. This is also the source of most of the third-hand and fourth-hand waste prostheses on the market.

And because they work very "professionally", many companies that need smuggling will secretly contact the scavenger group and use their secret routes to transport goods.

But Sun Yang's actions in recent times have caused serious damage to the group.

Sun Yang had previously donated a large amount of blood to the NCPD, sending them a lot of supplies to ensure they would have enough for the next few months. After a brief period of chaos, the newly formed NCPD slowly began to deal with the previously squeezed cases, and the living conditions of the scavengers became increasingly harsh.

Then he pulled over the undead who had no electronic signals at all and whose brain circuits were quite strange. These undead who only wanted to help the weak or challenge the strong were not good people.

Every day they have to fight against all kinds of ridiculously strong guys in the chaotic time and space, and also deal with survival difficulties and the problem of zombies.

The arrival of these battle-hardened warriors unleashed a bloody storm, roiling Night City's dark zone. Many, after their subordinates were slaughtered en masse, retreated to their core areas, relying on legitimate businesses for survival.

Sun Yang's request was simple: those involved in the underage drug trade, kidnapping, loan sharking, extortion, and murder should all be dealt with. Those involved in the smuggling business could be left alone, otherwise there would be too many people to kill.

However, since some people were involved in both kidnapping and smuggling, many veteran smugglers were beheaded, which gave many newcomers who wanted to join the industry an opportunity.

For a time, even the smuggling industry became active again, with many new faces appearing one after another. Although these new faces were based on the old ones who had died.

Despite the chaotic situation, Night City is still huge, and if two people die, five new people will enter. Aside from the new NCPD being overwhelmed, the overall situation hasn't been significantly affected.

After the undead people had almost adapted to the city, Sun Yang suddenly received a communication from the highest military engineer at the headquarters.

"Professor, the initial development of our armored forces is nearing completion. All that remains is some actual combat testing. Only after we obtain the data can we make modifications." Krocchi said calmly across the screen.

The development of humanoid support equipment and Iron Blood Force technology had been completed. The research team led by Crouch had been integrating new technologies to develop air and ground armored forces. Now, they had finally created a prototype, but it still needed to undergo intensive combat testing.

"One more thing, Professor. We've observed that Ms. Rukatiye is in good health, and the humanoids generally say they're at a disadvantage when fighting against a Sianwestan user. They must use heavy firepower in advance, or group together to fight one against the other, to have an advantage."

"You mean, you plan to integrate this Sian Westin technology into the combat bodies of the humanoids?" Sun Yang asked Croce.

"Using each humanoid undead brain as a hub, we can connect a very low-energy Sianwestin. Theoretically, each humanoid can perform high-speed maneuvers for two seconds, followed by a few seconds of cooldown." Crocchi displayed the resulting image.

"Go on." Sun Yang wanted to interrupt, but then he thought that Cyborg himself had done a lot... He felt that his limit was getting lower and lower.

The core of the new combat body will be a human brain, placed in the chest, just like our core. Our research teams in various worlds have successfully developed a bio-gel and a small bio-chamber to ensure the brain can continue to function normally in extreme environments.

[The technology provided by Strider can even significantly reduce the brain's rejection reaction. It's as if the artificial spine truly belongs to you. Professor, the new combat body will be based on the biological brain of each humanoid. The new combat humanoid can ignore the effects of any electronic warfare.]

Any attempt to rewrite the underlying code and friend-or-foe identification of this elemental body is ridiculous and foolish. The humanoid can use its own brain to make judgments... Of course, this also carries unknown risks. Therefore, I would like to seek the professor's opinion.

After Kroki finished speaking, he sat there quietly, waiting for Sun Yang's reply.

"...Just go for it." Sun Yang still chose to believe in Kroki and her strength.

571 Cyberpunk 2077

Time flies in Night City, and soon it's the New Year of 2077. Even the most unkind scavengers and the Vortex Gang will choose to rest on this day.

They bought half a grill of real meat and seasonings from the black market, took out a dozen synthetic beers from a broken-down vending machine on the roadside, and a few or a dozen people gathered around the grill, chatting about the latest troubles.

Some shriveled pork chops gave off an alluring aroma as they were roasted over flames. The old thugs who knew how to grill drove away the drooling youngsters, cut a few marks with a knife, and spread the seasoning evenly between the meat and bones, letting the flavor seep deep into the meat.

After the old gangster finished, he leaned back on a metal recliner and poured spicy wine into his mouth.

In previous years, they couldn't even buy so much real meat, but for some reason, there has been an unexpectedly large amount of animal meat circulating in the market recently, with various suppliers coming in one after another, as if it had emerged from the ground.

The older gangsters also lamented that life has become very strange. Although they have less money, the food they eat is much better than before. It's really amazing.

The gangsters felt like far more people had died this year than in previous years. The city was swarming with ruthless individuals, and even the NCPD was armed to the teeth, decked out in advanced combat uniforms and drones.

The kidnapping and murder business is becoming increasingly difficult to sustain. Perhaps we should look for the boss to open up new markets, but those businesses that open shops will be disgusted by the company...

How should he survive? The old scoundrel thought with a gloomy face on the first day of the new year, drinking a lot of wine.

The pork chop was dripping with oil, and the air was filled with a fragrant aroma. The old thug turned the chop over, brushed it briefly with a dirty brush dipped in seasoning, turned it over to confirm it was cooked through, and announced that it was ready to eat.

He drowsily devoured the roasted pork chop, its flavor far superior to synthetic food. It at least temporarily made him forget his present worries. Filling his stomach was better than anything else.

The mastermind who circulated various meats in the market, armed the NCPD, and deployed more than a dozen undead in the city was talking to Father Sebastian, Haywood's middleman.

"Happy New Year, Father. Although I don't know if Mexicans celebrate this New Year, I still want to wish you a lot of wealth in the new year."

Sun Yang sat in his office chair, his communicator revealing the priest's kind yet reserved expression. Sun Yang was certain this was a deliberate gesture from the priest, intended to avoid provoking him.

"I'll have to rely on you, Mr. Sun. Heywood's business cannot do without your care," the priest complimented him. "Do you celebrate the Lunar New Year there?"

"I simply can't get by. I'm the only one here who still has some understanding of tradition. Most people don't care at all, and a few have even forgotten the history of their own country."

Sun Yang sighed. The humanoids' attitude towards festivals was basically that they could have fun and have fun. However, since the time and calendar in different places were independent, the headquarters did not have an accurate and independent timeline. The humanoids celebrated festivals in whichever world they were in.

The humanoids in the Night City base were gathering together happily, but Sun Yang felt that if he went over there, they would tear his clothes off and make him run naked, so he chose to wait and see.

Anyway, these dolls celebrate both the New Year and the Lunar New Year, the difference lies in the different ways they do it.

As for the undead...some of them can no longer remember their old lives, while others clearly remember that their country has disappeared.

For various reasons, the undead are unwilling to celebrate past festivals, as that would only remind them of the days when their country was conquered by the enemy or gradually fell under the curse of undead.

After a few brief pleasantries, Sun Yang changed the subject and asked about something that concerned him deeply: "Father, do you remember a guy named Jack Wells? He was quite big and had a girlfriend named Misty. Do you remember him?"

"Jack Wells, son of Mrs. Wells of the Wild Wolf Inn. He's a good lad, brave and aggressive," the priest said, admitting he remembered him. "May I ask what trouble he's caused you? He's been pretty well behaved these past few days."

"As long as he is fine, there is another person, a person code-named V. Do you have any impression of him?" Sun Yang continued to ask.

"V, Valenie. She just came back from Atlanta yesterday. She came back to her hometown to reunite with old friends before the New Year and also met with me." The priest's mind started working, wondering what the big boss was going to do.

Jack and V were both decently skilled, but still far behind the top mercenaries and lone wolves. At best, they had immense potential, but objectively speaking... they were lacking in talent.

"Hmm...are they back...and it's a girl," Sun Yang muttered for a while, "I'm somewhat interested in the qualities they show. I feel they can achieve great things. But it's too early to say that now. I'll wait until they close a few deals and become more famous, and then I'll see."

Of course, this was just Sun Yang's nonsense; he simply didn't want the priest to have wild thoughts. There were many newcomers that the big bosses in this city had their eyes on, but these newcomers didn't necessarily catch their eye, and many of them failed along the way.

The priest stopped thinking about it. To put it bluntly, they just liked you. If you showed good ability, they would give you a commission. If your ability was not good enough, then there would be no future.

"I don't have anything to do here. Business will continue as usual. If you need more manpower and channels, remember to contact me. I can always supply goods." Sun Yang exchanged a few words and then hung up the phone.

He thought about what he had to do next, to move carefully and make sure nothing went wrong... at least to watch that V and Jack walk on the set path.

If he doesn't follow the plot, he will need a few backup plans for insurance... At most, it's just a difference in difficulty, no problem.

"Hmm...it's snowing?" Sun Yang looked out the window of Night City, and a few snowflakes floated down from the glass window.

Even in 2077, when the natural environment was in a mess, the winter temperature in California still dropped to around zero. The humid air from the Pacific Ocean blew into Night City and turned into star-like snowflakes.

But this snowflake is indeed not a good symbol for ordinary people. The air and water around Night City are seriously polluted. The condensed snowflakes may contain trace amounts of chemical toxins, which is always not good for human body if they come into contact with it too much.

Time is running out, so it would be best to complete the final preparations in 2077.

Beep, beep... The communication sounded. It was a message from M4 downstairs. The dolls seemed to have drunk too much after changing into their bodies. Some of them were about to go crazy and have a shooting competition. She was having trouble controlling the situation and hoped Sun Yang could come down to take care of it.

It really makes me worried.

Sun Yang pinched the bridge of his nose, turned around and went downstairs. In this world, the first day of 2077 was spent being held captive by the humanoids.

572 Mental Journey

The next morning, Sun Yang crawled out from a pile of fleshy human figures. He breathed in the turbid air and asked the central air conditioner to ventilate quickly, otherwise he felt he would suffocate to death in the bedroom.

It seemed like there was a party yesterday... Sun Yang looked at the AR team lying on his body in a mess, as well as the M14 and 416, and even Pascal who was supposed to stay at his post was there.

What's going on... I seem to have lost my memory? Sun Yang knocked his head, trying hard to recall what happened last night.

It was as if the dog handed me a glass of pink sparkling water, and I drank it without thinking. Then it was as if my whole body was hot, and I roared and rushed directly towards the humanoids with expectant faces.

Sun Yang pinched his forehead, memories slowly emerging. This potion was a prototype of an experimental biotechnology product, a concentrated drink that could significantly increase the production efficiency of mammals.

However, because the effect was so good, the experimental subjects died suddenly, which led to the extension of the test time.

Then, this potion was secretly sold to the middleman and Gezi on Niuniu Street by a mercenary and a scientific researcher who wanted to escape.

Then Wakako found her own T-dolls patrolling outside, gave them the prototype potion as a New Year's gift, and asked them to pass it on to her.

What happened next was that he went on a rampage all night and defeated all the humanoids using undead bodies.

Are you really going to let me drink anything? You think it won't be a problem if I drink it... Sun Yang climbed off the bed tremblingly and stepped on something soft.

Because Rukatiye was too big to sleep in the bed, she simply found a blanket and lay on the floor all night. After all, with her physical strength, she could rest well lying on the floor.

Have a good rest.

Sun Yang pulled out a woolen blanket and covered her with it. Then he changed his clothes, grabbed his spiral sword, and walked up the stairs to the outside. The morning of the second day of the New Year was filled with a sour sea breeze that blew through his hair.

Sun Yang stood on the top of his company's building, overlooking the various scenes of Night City.

Important information from various departments in various worlds was summarized one by one on the holographic screen in front of him.

These contents mainly report on research progress and construction progress, as well as the combat training of humanoids. There are very few situations that require Sun Yang to make decisions.

"Master, our automated processing plant in 'The End of the World' has reached its planned capacity. Should we continue expansion?" The agent's face appeared on the projection before them, and she presented a high-precision satellite map.

The map shows that the North American continent in the end-of-America world has been occupied by highly automated processing industries. The ruins of large cities have been completely razed to the ground, and all remaining waste has been recycled and used for various production and construction projects.

There were only tens of thousands of survivors on this continent. Sun Yang packed the populations of these large settlements together and dropped them onto the islands east of Canada using newly developed transport planes to prevent them from sneaking into the warehouses and stealing.

Although there were still some small families of only a few people hiding in the forest, a blanket search of these families was too troublesome. These few people could not make much of a splash, so Sun Yang did not deploy any additional Iron Blood Puppets for patrols and cleanup work.

The tens of thousands of people driven to the island relied entirely on the two hundred holographic production machines provided by Sun Yang to provide them with their daily necessities. These people were like lambs trapped in a pen, unable to survive.

In fact, Sun Yang was manipulating machines to keep these humans in captivity, just like what was depicted in some science fiction comics and novels in the late 20th century.

Sun Yang is the ultimate being in this world. He can arbitrarily decide the life and death of these humans. And these humans who survived the apocalypse don't even have the ability to resist.

He looked at the plan delivered by the agent, which indicated that if a new round of expansion was to be carried out, 33% of the production capacity would need to be used for expansion, and it was estimated that it would take three years to completely transform South America and Australia across the sea.

The only problem is that the survivors in these areas will need to find new areas to designate protected areas - or simply physically clean up and decompose them, just like dealing with garbage.

"Forget it. This is enough. It's enough to produce the supplies and equipment needed by the troops." Sun Yang felt that his psychological humanity was disappearing. As he became stronger, his attitude towards humans was also changing.

It turns out that Sun Yang is just annoyed by other people's nonsense. He will use his own strength to hit these annoying and meaningless things hard again, and use violence to make them understand whose words are effective.

But now Sun Yang still finds those idiots annoying, and thinks some people should be killed. But when he realizes that he can arbitrarily control the life and death of others, an inexplicable pleasure and joy will surge from the bottom of his heart.

Some people find pleasure in crushing ants and small insects, and when they gently crush the bodies of these small creatures with their fingers, a sense of comfort emerges from the bottom of their hearts. Sun Yang feels that he may be in this state now.

Damn, isn't this Saburo Arasaka? I don't want to be Saburo Arasaka! I want to beat up all the multinational corporations and prank those people who are living a miserable life!

"Provide the best possible protection to the people in the living areas, at least let the people in the protected area of ​​the end of the world live a life close to modern life." Out of some uneasiness of conscience, Sun Yang asked his agent to issue a series of orders and add a batch of supplies and infrastructure.

Sun Yang held his head, trying not to think about these messy thoughts. He felt that if he continued to think about them, he might really think of himself as something great.

Come on, he's still struggling in Dolan'Greg without the help of the humanoids and undead. Come on, brother.

"Ask the Internet monitoring team if Antonina is still sleeping. Give me a report summarizing the work of each company and those outside the black wall." Sun Yang asked a series of questions.

"Did you enjoy being scared? Panacea remotely analyzed the liquid and confirmed it was harmless, so I gave it to you. You look like you're thinking about a lot of things. Sage time?" Antonina immediately came online and said teasingly.

"Perhaps it really is Sage Time. Are there any special situations in the companies recently?" Sun Yang looked at Antonina across the screen. "You don't look well either. Don't push yourself too hard."

I'm the only reliable cybersecurity director in this entire base, and I can't rest. I've almost integrated the strategic information from each company, and the rebellious team will be back soon. I'll report back to you after Crouch's assessment. Also, I've discovered that this world's network has a collectively aware AI.

Antonina looked at Sun Yang's serious face, but it was obvious that he didn't understand, so she could only sigh.

[OGAS, you should know this, right? In the late 20th century, before the development of network technology, the Soviet Union attempted to use the OGAS system to centrally allocate national resources. Manual data entry and verification was far too slow, and the Soviet Union, under its planned economy, needed to be able to quickly analyze and verify data and use that data to allocate resources.]

However, processing the vast amount of information flowing across the country requires not only a comprehensive network environment and hardware, but also the development of algorithms capable of processing and analyzing this data. But now, I've discovered AI, born from this vast data stream, and it's a product of pure magic...

"Although our base looks large, its structure is very simple, so it can function normally without this AI. However, if a country possesses its precise and unified deployment capabilities... then this country can ensure the accurate and rapid distribution of supplies."

"Roxartism..." Sun Yang blurted out the name. Although he had forgotten the specific meaning of this ideology, he always felt that there seemed to be a connection.

If Antonina is right, this AI can connect the data of automated production equipment to the entire country, and even the world. Regardless of the final outcome, this AI can indeed achieve this.

"Professor, at the time you were there, it seemed like the Roxatianist Alliance was about to be established. Do you think they would succeed?" Antonina asked about Sun Yang's past.

"They failed, an undisputed failure. Even with internet coverage comparable to Night City's, chaos and corruption still erode this nascent alliance. Rather, the union of several dying nations won't bring about a new beginning, just as changing names doesn't necessarily mean people will become better," Sun Yang said, looking at the figure across the screen. "If the people holding power remain unchanged, how can the world ever become a better place?"

Sun Yang looked at Antonina and gave new orders.

"Contact this AI, and copy it if necessary. Also, we don't need an AI with a personality. We just need an algorithm that can run an entire country. Find the location of these clustered AIs and send a humanoid to retrieve them offline."

573 Antonina is not idle