Players Invade Cyberpunk

Only this money will not fall into any individual's pocket. The profits after deducting the costs will be entirely invested into the fund established by Lin Miao, then used for expanding the ERO medical system, city infrastructure, treatment, and training funds for the original sex dolls.

It really allows those once notorious gang members to use their bodies to heal the wounds they left on this city.

Even if they die, they die with purpose.

But while wounds heal, scars never do.

How many lives have the gangs destroyed, leaving behind pain that causes many to wake up in nightmares night after night...

When a conscious person loses all five senses, and all channels of contact and information interaction with the outside world are cut off, the world they perceive is not darkness.

Just like someone without eyes gradually forgets all colors, their world wouldn't be black.

It's void, an utter emptiness.

There is no one, nothing, no events around, nor is there any sound or the passage of time.

It's as if thrown into the Mariana Trench, surrounded by a void world that threatens to swallow one's self at any moment, and you're powerless against it, only able to feel yourself falling into an endless abyss, never stopping.

Maybe a year passed, maybe just a second...

The helpless panic will destroy everything rational until it collapses.

[Will he come to save me?]

[He will, the agent sir said he would come to save me]

[Maybe he was lying]

[Maybe he's already dead]

[Or maybe this is just an experiment by Zeta Technology, and the agent never existed from the start, just a variable the company added to complete the experiment]

[No... he will definitely come...]

[How long will you keep deceiving yourself? Haven't you been deceived enough in your life? Give up... maybe all the pain will end with death]

Countless doubts rise from the void, surrounding the lone self-personality, constantly trying to break down the already weak psychological defense.

No matter how she denies those thoughts, she can never stop more doubts from emerging.

She was not a strong person to begin with.

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The printing of the bionic skin was still completed, and the work of the biological modification chamber was almost flawlessly impeccable.

Yoshida Saki, lying quietly in the coffin – no, the modification chamber, her eyelids trembled slightly but never opened, her frail figure in the patient gown looked so thin as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

"Why hasn't she woken up? Didn't they say the treatment is over?"

The vagabond propped his head on the hatch, looking at the doctor with a face of utter despair.

"What's going on?"

The resident holding the terminal murmured in confusion.

"If all indicators weren't normal, I would think she might be dead."

Hearing this, the vagabond glared, seemingly ready to jump up and punch him.

But the resident was not afraid at all; just joking, doctors also use knives for a living, and at such a close distance, isn't using physical means to handle a hacker a piece of cake?

"What are you afraid of? Didn't you see the system shows she's still alive? I was just saying."

Thinking of starting a medical dispute?

That also depends on whether you have the ability; the players in the Medical Department are the daddies of all players, you can offend anyone but never the healers, have you not heard of this saying?

It's almost too easy for body modification doctors to make some modifications to your prosthesis.

The resident looked at the sleeping Yoshida Saki and said,

"There's definitely no problem physiologically, if there's a problem it's surely psychological."

His gossip curious mind kicked in, and he kicked the vagabond,

"Who is this woman? What's your relationship with her, do you know what mental trauma she's suffered, come on, tell me truthfully."

He didn't believe that any NPC owed the vagabond; he had heard about the underground issues. This woman at that time only had a brain left, had never seen the vagabond before, how could she become a creditor?

There must be something fishy going on.

"Damn it! Quickly tell me the treatment plan!"

Seeing the vagabond blushing with anger and embarrassment, the resident understood.

"Hehe... Hahaha... Damn... Hehaha... You damn... cough cough cough!"

After a strange laugh, the resident, having choked on his saliva, spoke the method under the vagabond's murderous look.

"Ha... you're a hacker, connect your data port to hers and have a look inside, mental illness needs mental medicine."

"Why didn't you f*cking say so earlier!"

The vagabond opened the hatch with one hand and pulled out the data cable from the palm of his right hand, connecting it to the data port on the back of Yoshida Saki's neck for data synchronization.

Yoshida Saki's prosthesis had been formatted, not to mention the software, it didn't even have a basic firewall, the connection process was quite simple.

The vagabond also felt the mental annihilation pain, endless sadness and despair almost engulfed him, but fortunately, the players have a self-protection mechanism that prevents them from being affected by excessive emotions.

A transparent wall appeared in front of the vagabond; this was not a firewall, but a barrier constructed by human brain consciousness to isolate oneself from others, also known as the wall of the heart.

Through the wall of the heart, the vagabond could see a girl hugging her knees and crying.

It was her.

This wall of the heart was nothing more than paper in front of the hacker; the vagabond punched it, creating a breach on the spot.

He leaned against the breach and shouted loudly to the person inside,

"What are you crying for? Get out now! Do you know how much I spent to cure you? All the rewards from an entire event have been spent! Hiding here crying, do you think that's fair to me?"

Encased in darkness, Yoshida Saki looked in disbelief at the sudden light and that face above her.

"A...Agent... Sir...."

All the darkness and pain melted away like snow under blazing sunlight in front of that light.

The vagabond reached out his hand towards Yoshida Saki,

"Maybe your life didn't start with happiness, but don't let those things affect your whole life."

"Come out now."