Invading the Multiverse, the Creator of the Only Real World

Chapter 45: America's Homeless Army
The world that opens quietly attracts mostly cyberpunk enthusiasts who indulge themselves wantonly in this world. However, for many people, the copies opened up in the endless world are a way to return to normal society.

America invested most of her energy in it. After all, the historical copies they created were all of the Western world. There was nothing strange about them. On the contrary, this future world was full of potential to be explored.

While many people were focusing their attention on the martial arts world of Ming Dynasty, America had already begun to take action.

"As long as we can bring back some technology that doesn't exist in reality, we can return to a normal society." A ragged middle-aged white man muttered to himself.

It wasn't just him, there were many people like him, the light was rekindled in their desperate eyes.

With every economic crisis, a group of middle-class people fall out of their original class, losing all their houses, cars and money. However, this cyberpunk world gives them hope. As long as they can get some technological products to bring back, they can sell them to big companies and return to their original lives.

Even if it is a false hope, everyone who has fallen into the abyss must try their best to hold on to it.

"Everyone, lie down in order. You must remember that all the intellectual property rights of the technology brought back to reality belong to Shelter Technology. Depending on the value, you can get a house and a decent job. We have no intention of forcing anyone to participate in this game, but since you have decided to participate and the contract has been signed, you should abide by the spirit of the contract and fulfill your obligations."

Standing on the high platform, the executives of the shelter company looked at the homeless people who had washed themselves clean and were dressed in white like patients' clothes, lying on the beds one by one, putting on helmets, and starting to enter the endless world. The whole process was full of ritual.

In order to strengthen the proliferation and reproduction of all people's souls, Qingdi specially created this gaming helmet, and there is even a more luxurious, sci-fi full-body gaming cabin, which can replenish the souls of carbon-based monkeys faster and cut leeks more efficiently.

Many people wanted to find the real base of the Endless World through postal services, but in the end they found that the place they were tracking was only an empty warehouse.

"Do you think they can get powerful enough technology?" an executive slowly walked behind Charles and asked.

"Of course not. Those who can truly obtain technology are those who join the company. Even if these homeless people enter, they can only hang around at the bottom." Charles said expressionlessly.

They really think they are good people. The reason they are nicer to these homeless people is because they are still worth exploiting.

"The value of their existence is to provide performance for the people within the company and help us get into the company. This is their surplus value."

"Of course, if some of them are lucky, they can also obtain certain technologies and return to normal society."

America has never been short of people. The powerful population siphon effect means that it has enough people to cause trouble. It welcomes all elites and capital to settle here, but if an unskilled person wants to settle in this so-called "paradise", then he will experience what hell is.

"In the end, it still depends on luck?" Ed chuckled, but this is the fact of this country.

On the other side of the endless world, there is a world truly controlled by giant corporations. Technology is extremely advanced, classes are highly solidified, and social order is completely controlled by giant corporations. Society is completely alienated by capital and technology, and humans become a means rather than an end. It is a dystopian world full of slavery, oppression, and resistance struggles.

The country is filled with drug dealers and gangs, where huge profits and greed have become the mainstream of social culture, and the huge wealth gap has left the lower class people with no hope in life.

"In a world full of legends, maybe we will become legends among them." Ed was more expectant than Charles, expecting a "hero" to appear. But Charles understood Ed's thoughts very well.

"Just wait and see over there."

Charles said calmly.

Even if there are so many legends, they will fall like a meteor. The so-called legends are just a joke.

What they desire is not just technology, but
"The entire world of Cyberpunk 2077." Greed is the nature of capital.

Unlike the Cyberpunk that everyone knows, the high-level people in Cyberpunk 2077 are indeed a world of extravagance and debauchery, consisting of major shareholders of multinational corporations, world-famous media figures, and the most influential international politicians. They live in luxurious mansions and only enjoy world cuisine in the best restaurants, which ordinary people cannot enter.

They own expensive yachts, villas and islands all over the world. Ordinary cars are just toys to them. Leaders can enjoy high-end holographic concerts, operas, banquets, and even cloned sex toys and customized drugs.

The media never dared to report their activities. Elite armed forces and high-level hackers provided them with indestructible physical and virtual security. However, it was not them who created this era, but scientists with no bottom line.

"If we can obtain their knowledge, we can become the most powerful nation forever and ever, and even colonize outer space."

Charles fantasized.

As light and shadows flow, countless homeless people have entered Night City. This city in the Free State of Northern California is full of bizarre lights and colors.

Each homeless person is given an ID card and a temporary house to live in, but they must find a job as soon as possible, otherwise they will be kicked out of the room and continue to be homeless in this world.

The law is almost non-existent. If you don't want your organs to be removed or trafficked, then work hard to make money, use your skills to make money.

After looking at each other, the homeless people chose to fight on their own. Although they became homeless, it did not mean that they did not have any skills.

As long as they could obtain even the smallest bit of technology, they could return to their original class. Such an opportunity made them start all kinds of crazy behaviors. However, in the big companies in Night City, those agents who had become corporate dogs smiled at the same time.

"The broiler chickens have appeared, now let's have a good meal."

The cruelty of business war lies in paving the way for promotion by harvesting those restless guys.

A false business war, carefully designed, designed to arrange undercover agents for the other party, steal the other party's design plans, and destroy the other party's business cooperation.
A real business war, directly hiring cyborgs, blowing up factories, and killing your whole family!

(End of this chapter)