The Boys: Viltrumite Bloodline Panel

Give yourself time. Ideas’ll come. Life’ll shake you, roll you, maybe embrace you. The music’ll find you.

~ Johnny Silverhand (Cyberpunk 2077)

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Hillel landed once again.

This time, what greeted him was a stinking mountain of garbage.

All around were broken electronic components, rusted metal, and synthetic food that smelled like trash... These things were piled up into small mounds.

In the distance, neon lights flickered.

A mega-city stood tall against the toxic-fog-shrouded skyline.

Massive projected holographic advertisements, almost like the city’s light-screen behemoths, enveloped the entire metropolis in a style of future technology.

"Good morning, Night City!"

"Yesterday’s dead-body lottery ended up with a full and total of seventy!"

"Thanks to the endless gang turf wars! This time, even a big shot died..."

"..."

That was right.

Hillel recognized this place.

Night City.

This time he had been tossed into Cyberpunk 2077.

It was still a low-power level World.

Just as he was looking around, he noticed that in the garbage heap, there were several gang members with wide-open eyes, along with a certain fat guy wearing a pair of exaggerated sunglasses.

Dexter DeShawn.

And lying at that man’s feet was a corpse.

Hillel swept it with his super perspective, instantly seeing the condition of that body: a gunshot wound to the skull, weak vital signs, hanging by a thread, yet bizarrely not completely cut off from life.

A woman?

Even though her face was covered in blood and filth, her faintly discernible contour still showed that she was a rather attractive girl.

A short-haired female V!

A bit interesting!

Hillel withdrew his gaze and looked back at DeShawn.

He picked up a stone and flicked his finger toward that fat guy.

The stone was faster than a bullet, directly piercing the center of DeShawn’s brows.

"Don’t think I can’t understand your little tricks. Your brain is connected to a chip, right? I’ll give you some physical intrusion!"

DeShawn didn’t even have time to let out a miserable scream before he collapsed into the garbage pile like a puppet with cut strings.

Some legends die earth-shakingly.

Others die silently.

DeShawn’s assistant hurriedly got into the car and slammed his foot on the accelerator. They didn’t care whether the boss died under the speed of a Sandevistan or the opponent’s netrunner intrusion.

Run for their lives!

Hillel didn’t even move; with a gentle flash of his Omega vision, the opponent’s vehicle exploded on the highway.

"Kid, NCPD is investigating a case, no survivors left!"

After dealing with these eyesores, Hillel walked back in front of that woman and observed her with great interest.

He discovered an interesting thing.

Dear System’s random teleportation had no rules to speak of.

Sometimes he would be tossed into such a World where technology was developed, but power level was extremely low, and other times he would fall into the World of high-level deities. Since he was going to launch a grand crusade...

He might as well start with low-level Worlds.

Even the great System couldn’t let him start by fighting God right off the bat!

Hillel rubbed his chin.

Just as he was calculating, that woman’s body suddenly twitched violently.

The Relic chip in her skull finally began to emit a faint blue light.

A piece of personality data was frantically invading along her nerves, beginning to revive her dying flesh.

"Cough... cough cough..."

The woman suddenly opened her eyes, panting heavily.

As if she had just crawled back from the gates of hell.

And the first thing she saw after opening her eyes was Hillel, who was smiling and sizing her up.

"... Who the fuck are you again?"

The woman propped up her body with a guarded expression.

Her voice was full of unbridled hostility.

"Hey, girl, are you a fucking Streetkid?" Hillel grinned.

"Streetkid my ass, who are you? Where is DeShawn!"

"As expected of the famous V, that little mouth of yours really stinks."

"Whether my mouth stinks or not is none of your fucking business." V stared at him warily. "I’m asking who you are, and where is DeShawn? I have a score to settle with her!"

"Me?"

Hillel slowly stood up. "I am a hero out of sheer hobby. As for DeShawn, do you want to take a look behind your backside?"

V turned around to look, and DeShawn’s head had already been blown open, drowning in the stinking water of the garbage mountain like a dead pig.

The person who shot a sniper shot in the back had also been shot themselves!

"A hero?"

V reacted and suddenly sneered. "In Night City, heroes are rarer than a prostitute’s chastity. You saved me, your motive shouldn’t be pure, right!"

Hillel raised an eyebrow, not annoyed at all.

V had just this kind of temper. As for her character, it wasn’t much better, but it wasn’t much worse either.

The two of them exchanged words like this, testing each other.

V was a smart person; she quickly discovered that although this guy in front of her had an unknown background, he didn’t harbor the slightest bit of malice toward her.

"All right, stop flapping your gums. You look even more like a chicken covered in shit than a real chicken covered in shit; go find a place to wash up!" Hillel waved his hand in disgust.

Before his voice faded, he grabbed V.

V only felt the scene before her eyes suddenly distorting crazily. When she came to her senses, she was already standing by the side of a vast, large lake.

Hillel flicked his wrist and directly threw her into the lake.

Plop!

V fell into the Water, choked on a big mouthful of water, and surfaced in a disheveled state.

"Wait, where the fuck is this?"

In just that instant, the opponent had brought her all the way here?

What kind of speed was this!

Was this the World’s top-tier Sandevistan?

"Cough, cough... What the fuck are you anyway?" V clutched the shore, looking at Hillel in disbelief.

Cyberpsycho?

Doesn’t look like it!

But aside from a cyberpsycho, who could overclock cyberware to this extent!

The opponent looked completely intact in flesh and blood, and there wasn’t even any trace of implants on his face.

Hillel crossed his arms, stood on the shore, and looked down at her.

"Do you know Ciri?"

V shook her head blankly.

"Then you won’t be able to understand my existence. Let’s just talk about my demands. Since I saved you, you’ll obediently listen down, no asking questions, understand?"

Hillel squatted down and hooked V’s chin.

Female V’s face was quite exquisite.

She didn’t look like she came from a Streetkid background, but rather like a Corpo V, and her looks were quite high.

"Talk if you want to talk, don’t go grabbing and touching. Is this how your mother taught you to treat women?"

V tossed her head.

"Hey!"

"I think you’re asking for a beating, right!"

"This compassionate man brought you out of the garbage mountain, not to let your little mouth flap and spew nonsense here. I think you don’t even need to be called the famous V, you might as well just name yourself Slaught-O-Matic!"

What was a Slaught-O-Matic?

V had a dumbfounded look.

But in the future, after she got this weapon, she suddenly understood that Hillel was cursing her for being a cheap, low-tier piece of shit back then!

"Finally quiet down."

V quietly climbed ashore, and right in front of Hillel, she took off her upper garments, revealing her graceful figure.

She wrung the Water out of her clothes, and then looked at Hillel.

"You can speak now. If there’s a chip... forget it, I don’t like people stuffing things into my brain right now!"

V’s tone softened a lot.

"Well, I’m not sure if I have enough time, otherwise I’d quite like to play a round with you."

Hillel looked up and down at female V; this figure was indeed not bad.

"My time isn’t much either," V said.

"I am recruiting some partners, V. Let me be blunt, do you want to become a living legend?"

V was stunned for a moment, and the faint glow in her eyes quickly dimmed.

A living legend?

In Night City, there were never any living legends!

Jack was dead!

All those legends she knew had ended up dead!

Most of the people this city worshipped were dead!

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