Players Invade Cyberpunk

Yes.

There's nothing those Super Dream editors can't do, even letting you relive the warmth of childhood memories or see your deceased relatives.

They can even make someone continually reincarnate in death, transforming criminals with extreme pain.

They destroy all longing for real life, keeping one forever addicted to that virtual world. Every day, people die of starvation at home because of Super Dream; some bodies rot before neighbors find them.

Clearly, they could leave the dream at any time if they wanted, but they can't bear to lift their hands and remove the goggles.

Leaving the fantasy, returning to the cold and ruthless reality, facing one's own ineptness and insignificance—this feeling is more painful than drug withdrawal.

This is also why Lin Miao never allowed players to extend their game time, prohibiting players, including himself, from touching these things as the primary reason.

After sending off the bespectacled man, Lin Miao said to the door,

"Next one."

In came a small, skinny, white-haired black man. He entered nervously, looking around as if fearing a big mercenary might burst in and shoot him.

"You are..."

Lin Miao glanced down. This guy had no resume; all the data was registered after entry. But Lin Miao had anticipated such cases with the lower citizens of Night City, so he prepared for it.

"Arturo, right."

Arturo nodded repeatedly, sitting hastily in the chair at the center of the room.

"Yes, sir."

Because Lin Miao wore sunglasses and had Lucy help with makeup, it's rare for anyone to recognize the company's boss during interviews.

"Introduce yourself."

"I was a Super Dream maintenance technician at DMS until yesterday, but this morning DMS kicked me out."

"...."

"...."

"That's a succinct self-introduction."

However, a Super Dream maintenance technician....

Lin Miao stroked his chin.

"Can you edit Super Dreams?"

Previously, Lin Miao had Lucy help with this job, but her skills were average and certainly couldn't match professional company technicians; unable to fulfill Lin Miao's concept.

"Of course, my skills are top-notch."

Only when mentioning this did Arturo's eyes shine brightly.

"I have many great ideas, guaranteed to broaden your horizons..."

Though not directly related to the interview, out of interest in Super Dreams, Lin Miao gave him three minutes.

Arturo excitedly shared his long-held vision,

"Super Dream technology allows clients to see the scenes we design and simultaneously makes their brain secrete corresponding substances to create an immersive feeling. This technology is always regarded by companies as a moneymaking tool. But I think it can do something more meaningful, such as treating depression, helping those who want to commit suicide. Special Super Dream Therapy helps them perceive the world's beauty again, regain happiness!"

At this point, Lin Miao interrupted him.

"Mr. Arturo, have you ever thought that the very world itself is what causes them to become depressed and suicidal? Even if you cure their depression and make them give up suicide, so what? Night City can make them depressed the first time, it can do so again."

"Whatever drove them to suicide once can do it a second time."

"Can your Super Dream therapy help repay their debts? Cure cyberpsychosis? Stop their prosthetics from hurting?"

"This...."

Arturo clearly didn't expect Lin Miao to say that, as his words easily shattered Arturo's naïveté.

When he thought he had failed the interview, Lin Miao suddenly asked,

"However, I have an idea. Would you like to hear it?"

Arturo politely replied, "Please go ahead, sir. I'm listening."

"I heard you Super Dream editors can edit various dreams using different materials, allowing users to feel different emotions, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then what if... in a specific scenario, we make them feel emotions that don't belong there?"

Realizing his point might be hard to grasp, Lin Miao gave an example.

"For example, could you edit a Super Dream where an employee feels the pleasure of drug use while working, thus becoming addicted to work?"

If successful, this would be a groundbreaking invention!

What rubbish entertainment Super Dream, utterly weak!

Arturo shook his head repeatedly, addiction to work?

What kind of devil thinks up such an idea, it's terrifying.

"This won't work, sir. Super Dreams cannot exceed human cognitive boundaries. A knife cut hurts, a car crash kills—these are common sense problems, a Super Dream cannot create things beyond human cognitive limits."

Lin Miao wasn't discouraged, immediately taking a step back.

"Then another one, can you cure drug addiction with a Super Dream?"

"Hmm?"

Arturo blinked, unable to comprehend any relationship between the two.

Treating depression and suicide with beautiful Super Dreams to resurface life's enthusiasm is possible, but addicts?

What Super Dream could make them give up drugs?

Impossible.

Lin Miao spun a pen, no longer concealing his identity.

"Here's the thing: I plan to develop a project controlling and repairing human neurons to adjust their response to endorphins and dopamine, making addicts' brains insensitive to dopamine over a threshold, combined with Super Dreams to perform neuronal adjustments so their brains regain positive feedback from normal life entertainment activities."

"At the same time, not just physically, I need Super Dreams' help to mentally help these addicts quit drugs."

"Do you think you can take on this job, Mr. Arturo?"

Arturo's mouth gaped open; he should realize something was very wrong now.

"You... you are...."

Lin Miao removed his glasses,

"I am the owner of this company, and your future boss."

Looks a bit ugly, but has a good mindset.