Invading the Multiverse, the Creator of the Only Real World.

Chapter 48: The Machine Carrying the Soul

Just escape and wait for the next opportunity?
No, Adam didn't know if he would have the chance to encounter such high-quality combat again. Maybe he would be killed by others as soon as he walked out of the street.

My mother’s medical expenses can’t wait for the countdown to resurrection.

In the blink of an eye, when the other homeless guys had picked up what they wanted, Adam rolled back to his hiding place, then lay down, staring at the cyber psychopaths and members of the terrorist squad who were still fighting.

The Cybertroopers, an elite special operations unit of the Night City Police Department (NCPD), have one goal: to eliminate cyberpsychopaths.

The officers of the Terrorist Tactical Unit can choose their own weapons, enjoy the best prosthetics, the latest prototype equipment, and enjoy complete autonomy in the execution of operations. However, despite these overwhelming privileges, no sane person would join this team.

But it is by no means a police agency that protects the people. In fact, as long as the terrorist squad arrives at the scene, there will definitely be casualties.

Furthermore, most of the Terrorist Squad officers live for one purpose - to capture as many cyberpsychopaths as possible. Some even say that the distinction between the two groups is not that clear. In the rare case that a cyberpsychopath is captured alive, the prisoner is quietly reformed and joins the unit.

The cyberpsycho is far from being a match for the Terrorist Squad. Although his prosthetic weapons, as the latest and immature products, surpass the police prosthetics of the Terrorist Squad in performance, they are too damaging to the mind.

Under the siege of the Terrorist Squad, Adam witnessed the tragic death of this cyber-psychopath. It was no longer a human way of death, but more like a machine being torn into pieces.

It seems that those who are fighting are not humans, but machines in the name of humans, and the human body is just a carrier of the soul of the machine.

His eyeballs were destroyed by brute force, and his arms were forcibly pulled off, but even so, the cyberpsycho still bit the throat of a member of the terrorist mobile team. However, this injury, which is fatal on Blue Star, could not stop the slightest attack.

Until finally, the cyberpsychopath's spine was forcefully torn off and he was thrown out.

It's now!

Looking at the spine flying towards him, Adam's tense body was like a sharp arrow shot out, and he suddenly grabbed the spine. The hard spine fell into Adam's arms, and the powerful impact made him feel a sweetness in his throat.

However, there was no time to hesitate. He simply rolled and crawled along the escape route he had already designed and thought about, and disappeared into the shadows, never to be seen again.

However, the Terrorist Squad didn't care about this little mouse. They looked at the cyber psychopath who was completely smashed, collected the equipment of their colleagues, and then got on the armored vehicle they came in and left without looking back, leaving only a mess.

Running continuously, coughing up blood, holding the spine in his hands, Adam finally arrived at the clinic of a prosthetic doctor.

This was the strategy he made in the Endless World in advance, a cyborg doctor who could "buy on credit".

"Open the door. I want to implant a prosthesis."

Hammering the door frantically, Adam didn't want to sell it because he was afraid that he wouldn't live that long, so the best way was to implant the prosthesis himself and then take away other people's prostheses.

As the door slowly opened, a cyborg doctor walked out. Compared to those transformed people who looked inhuman, this cyborg doctor looked no different from ordinary people.

But precisely because of this, they know the horror of cyborg doctors, because the closer they are to natural humans, the higher the degree of modification.

"I want to implant a prosthesis, and the cost will be my own, a natural human organ," said Adam.

Victor looked at Adam who was holding the spine, and at a glance he saw the other party's physical condition and what was in his hand, and began to estimate its value.

A healthy adult male body is extremely valuable to the upper class rich. As for the spine.
"Zeta Technology's Sanwestin Type 2, isn't it a good thing? But after using this thing, your body will be ruined." Victor, as one of the organ collectors of the upper-class wealthy people in the lower class, was ready to refuse this business.

"Then I will sell one of my lungs and one of my kidneys and replace them with cheap prosthetic ones." Adam said through clenched teeth.

It was a huge gamble. If it failed, he would have to go back the same way he came into this world.

But he has no choice now.

"Okay, since it's your decision, let's sign the contract. It's based on the completely voluntary will of both parties." Victor said these words seriously, which could be called a joke.

A contract is an agreement between two equal parties, but are they equal?
As a homeless man who has received an elite education, how could Adam not know the problem? But does he have any choice? Equality based on inequality is just bullshit.

The rich can use a team of elite lawyers to exonerate themselves, and real estate developers can take away the savings of several generations.
"Okay, I'll sign."

Having sold his entire body and life, Adam prepared to implant the prosthesis he obtained into his own body.

At the same time, similar scenes were played out in different places throughout Night City. Agreements were uploaded one after another. Almost all the information of homeless people and agreements to sell themselves were uploaded to a certain terminal. In the end, only a few behind-the-scenes masters had control of all the information, processed the complicated information, and then began to constantly adjust prices.

The document belonging to Adam was priced at a medium quality.

In this world, all values ​​can be quantified, including life.

Whether you are a company dog ​​or a homeless person, everything is measured. This is the end-productive society that belongs to the upper class.

Everything in this world is dominated by a mysterious will. They pay attention to every life. Big Brother watches everyone. He seems to be non-existent but is everywhere.

In this extremely suffocating world, everyone is pursuing illusory hopes, hoping to climb the highest tower.

In reality, America is frantically arming herself and her troops through the technology she has acquired. The guards of private tycoons are also growing, and shelters are being built in unknown places or hundreds of meters underground.

The empire built with flesh, blood and technology stands, the tall lighthouse stands, and everyone is laughing wantonly.

However, the dead souls hidden in the world of Cyberpunk 2077 have begun to revive. They crawled out of the decaying world and were resurrected with each code.

"Kill!"

"Crippled!"

“Dismember!”

“We are—coming back!
A long voice, in the world of Cyberpunk 2077, looking at those active outsiders, the mechanical soul is awakening, watching this corrupt world.

I hope that by the end of this week, I can reach 5,000 collections, which will be over 100,000 words. I will try to add one more chapter over the weekend to fulfill my promise.

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(End of this chapter)