Chapter 550 Cyber ​​Era
After wandering around for half an hour, Song Ji finally found his destination with his developed sense of direction and vague memory.

"In the game, you either find your way automatically or take a taxi. If you're lucky, you can even grab some extra cash if you see a runaway car. I didn't expect it would be so difficult to find a place in the game."

Song Ji looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh. Through the gray mist, he could see that broken steel bars and concrete were piled together, and behind them was a large area of ​​mechanical wreckage.

This is a huge garbage dump, but also a godsend gold mine. If you can find some useful parts in it, you can exchange them for money with the NPC standing next to the garbage dump.

But Song Ji didn't even look at it. He carefully avoided the acid rain puddles everywhere and walked straight in, only taking a quick glance at the garbage dump when he passed by.

The two NPCs stood lazily aside, puffing smoke. Their entire right hands were replaced with robotic arms, and the neural interfaces hidden in them could be seen through their sparse hair.

"XR-013 type mechanical arm, built-in small firearm, 300 rounds of ammunition, complete day shift garbage"

Song Ji, who has been familiar with the game guide and has been playing gold for several years, had a thought that if it were in the game, he would not even look at this kind of blank equipment and small Karami. There is no benefit and no good things will be dropped. It would be a waste of bullets to kill them.

He raised his hand, his palm was slender and white, and it was obvious that he had never done physical work.

"It would be helpful if you could bring all my equipment with you when you travel through time, so that I don't have to hide so carefully."

Song Ji sighed in his heart. Just a day ago, he was still a professional gamer, making money by collecting gold coins from "Gate of All Beings" and reselling them to rich people. But who would have thought that he would come to this game world as soon as he opened his eyes.

"There are so many games in the terminal, how did I end up here? This is not a good place."

As Song Ji was thinking, his stomach began to growl. He hadn't eaten for a whole day, and being penniless, he could hardly move in this cyberpunk-like metropolis.

Because this is a society in a chaotic order, giant companies control all resources, and capital tycoons have infiltrated everyone's life. They only recognize money, and Song Ji, an outsider, has no coins. In this place where even drinking water is charged, he cannot stay for even a minute.

Song Ji even thought about robbing, but when he saw the cyborgs all over the street and the cold lights equipped with mechanical components, he couldn't help but shrink back. Not only could he not rob, he even had to worry about being robbed.

People like him who have not been transformed at all are called meat people. Whether it is for organ trading or drug experiments, they are top-notch goods. For this reason, Song Ji even found a few pieces of iron sheets to put on his arms to cover his identity. Otherwise, he would not have walked through the downtown area with gold, but turned on the loudspeaker to tell everyone that there are stupid people with a lot of money here, come quickly.

Fortunately, the weak order in the metropolis protected him from being beaten to death in the street. His body would then be dragged away by cleaning robots in the evening and processed into various commodities for sale.

But Song Ji has now left the metropolis and come to the outside of the city, a lawless place where the protection laws of giant enterprises cannot reach. He can only be extra careful.

"If I still had my equipment..."

Song Ji couldn't help but dry cough a few times, looking up, the sky was full of gray clouds, as if it was smoke rings from the sky, and there was a blurry mist in front of him. He couldn't help but miss his graduation number, although it had been transformed into a pure cyber style by Song Ji, only the reproductive system was retained for fun, but it was better than him using his own flesh and lungs to fight against the harsh environment.

He knew clearly that this kind of pollution from the atmosphere contained special heavy metal particles. If he failed to install the purification module in time, he would only die of organ failure.

However, Song Ji did not dare to install components that were too inferior, especially a set of breathing equipment that included an entire internal circulation device. After installing that kind of thing, not only would he suffer from constant phantom nerve pain, but the rough splicing technology and inappropriate installation would also greatly increase the burden on the body and cause various cyber-psychosis.

For example, the two NPCs were not smoking cigarettes, but a sedative that can reduce nerve activity and reduce the phantom pain of nerve spasms, but it can also cause irreversible damage to the human body. If taken for a long time, nerve activity will be reduced and they will turn into cyber zombies, a kind of cyber specialty that has lost its subjective consciousness and only knows how to wander around.

This kind of potion is known for its large quantity and low difficulty in making. It is the most important means of making money for giant companies and gangs. In order to dump the potion and reap the wealth of the bottom, they will even withdraw from the free cyber modification business. As for the technical level, it is not much higher than that of slaughtering pigs. They are called veterinarians by players, and each veterinarian kills far more people than saves them.

As we were walking, the sun-like light in the sky suddenly stopped shining, as if someone had turned off a light. At the same time, colorful neon lights and high-power spotlights that had been modified beyond recognition began to shine.

Standing at the edge of the metropolis, Song Ji was blinded by the heavy light pollution, and then a huge projection screen unfolded in the central area of ​​the metropolis.

Song Ji had a flash of ominous premonition, and he finally recalled some memories of his time in the Novice Village.

"Shit, today's freedom day!"

A figure was projected on the light curtain, dressed in a trendy and avant-garde style, or should I say... retro?
Because he does not have the light pollution and mechanical body unique to cyborgs, but instead he has decorated himself with many small decorations.

Nose rings, nose studs, earrings, ear studs, all kinds of iron rings and nails, even the hair has been shaved off and replaced with pointed nails several inches long.

"Good evening, Night City! Good evening, you bugs, scum, and garbage, congratulations on surviving another week! I'm your host, Tin Can."

The passionate sound of the tin can resounded throughout the metropolis. He pretended to take out a piece of paper and looked at it:
"Last week's Dead Man's Lotto ended with a total of 72 winners! This is an unprecedented number, thanks to the endless gang fights that have pushed this record to the top!

And there was only one winner last week, and that was the rotten ass from Squirrel Street, who took it all!"

Tie Can excitedly pumped his fist, but immediately changed his expression to one of grief. "But unfortunately, according to my gossip, he has died in the belly of a lovely sweetheart. Well, well, I think the organizer of the Dead Man's Lotto, the leader of the Golden Tree Enterprise, the respected Mr. Borg, will give the prize money to him. After all, to that adult, money is just waste paper!"

He blew a whistle and said, "Well, let's start a new round of the lottery. The management regulations will all be invalid tonight. The results will not be revealed until dawn, but I think you will all have to pay. Now, join me and start chasing the dream of the jackpot!
This is the Liberty City!"

With a strange cry, the light curtain disappeared, and then Song Ji saw tongues of flame light up in all directions, and a unique smell of oil, gunpowder, and acid rain began to spread.

(End of this chapter)