Players Invade Cyberpunk

The pervasive fog enveloped the defense lines around the players' stronghold. Despite their insensitivity to pain, its pungent and slightly corrosive nature made the players feel discomfort in their cybernetic eye membranes, forcing them to blink continuously to alleviate the sensation.

This created the perfect environment for some to infiltrate silently.

Ogasawara moved gracefully, his steps almost inaudible as he crossed the ground. Even brushing past a novice player, the modest breeze he stirred drew no attention from these players lacking special training.

What's more, all the doorway robots were paralyzed due to the ERP glitch, losing their scanning capabilities. Ogasawara moved unhindered and quickly reached the area suspected to be the Medical Department.

At this moment, the Medical Department players and ERO staff were evacuating under the coordination of novice players assigned by Wildman. Although the players didn't fear death, as long as they had enough implants, they could often recover from near-fatal injuries to being mobile in just a day, which was much more economical than dying once.

However, as the logistics chief of this war and the ERO hospital manager, Gloria did not leave with the main group immediately but instead was steadily arranging the transport of the injured.

She was supporting a novice, helping them onto a stretcher, while still advising,

"Move gently. Be careful not to tear the wound. If you feel any discomfort during the transfer, immediately inform the nearest nurse."

"Mm."

The novice nodded.

Despite being indifferent to death in the game, in an increasingly indifferent modern society, having someone care about your health is quite touching, even if that person is just an NPC.

"Please evacuate here as soon as possible, Miss Gloria."

Shui Yue, who temporarily borrowed a leg from a player's corpse, was acting as Gloria's temporary guard along with the recently resurrected Masked Rider.

Despite the mismatched size causing an uneven gait, it was better than nothing.

"It seems they may have already infiltrated and could be nearby."

The intent to infiltrate was too obvious given the massive visual interference rather than a bombing.

Gloria did not refuse, she simply nodded and said,

"I will leave with the last batch of the wounded."

No matter how cheap these people's lives might seem in their own eyes, in Gloria's view, these players were always more important than herself.

After all…

A few months ago, she was just an inconspicuous clerk.

To help these people recover sooner, regain their combat capabilities earlier, was the greatest contribution she could make to the company. Compared to her life, it was trivial.

[Target spotted, uploading location, sharing visual, can the sniper hit?]

[No, the target's vision is blocked by two tents, unable to aim.]

[Understood, Captain, should we attack the target?]

[Proceed.]

[Roger that.]

Exchanging an agent's life for Gloria's was a profitable trade for Huang Ban.

Agents brainwashed and raised from a young age had no personal identity; they were merely tools for the corporation's tasks, and losing a few in the line of duty was all too normal.

Forget survival instinct—they had even lost the seven basic human emotions due to their brain hormone controllers, showing no joy, anger, sorrow, or hate, differing from machines only by having a biological brain.

Due to his optically cloaked skin, Ogasawara did not carry any external weapons and instead raised his arm, deploying a projectile launcher from the arm's skeletal structure, aiming at Gloria in the instant the optical camo failed.

Piu—

The special silencer and subsonic rounds made the bullet's departure almost silent.

Yet, the miniature explosive within was enough to inflict irreversible damage to a human body.

After all, a normal human likely wouldn't modify themselves to the extreme as players would, doctors in Night City's cybertech clinics often looked at them like they'd seen ghosts.

However, contrary to expectations, the targeted Gloria indeed had no combat awareness or strength.

But those around her were not lacking.

Shui Yue, a veteran player since version 0.3, though perhaps a little behind Wildman in level, was over level twenty, skilled in both stealth and melee, specifically having mastered stealth to Level 6, still needing some honing.

Not even needing to hear the shot, as the primer ignited dimly within his peripheral vision, he simultaneously activated Sianweistan and Krenzikov.

One to accelerate awareness, the other to overload the body.

The Mantis Blade, driven by the overload of cybernetics, deployed at speeds dozens of times the norm.

In a single clang, Shui Yue intercepted the explosive projectile with his Mantis Blade.

Barring a bullet.

Legends say top mercenaries could calculate every bullet's trajectory fired at them under the enhancement of powerful neural cyberware, fully blocking or dodging them.

Shui Yue and his cybernetics might not achieve this, but blocking one subsonic bullet was just manageable.

The deflected bullet exploded upon hitting the ground, bursting into sparks with a bang.

Masked Rider, slow to realize what had happened, only understood upon seeing the bullet on the ground, expressing shock and awe.