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In 2077, my city was rated as the worst area in the United States.

why? (Auditory hallucination: many shoes)

Because this is the fuck, night city.

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"V, you are here, what would you like to drink today?" The man behind the counter wiped the glass. There are not many guests here. He always has time to wipe the glass.

"A glass of Bacchus."

I sat on the bar stool and turned my head to look at the decorations in the shop. The style here is not like a bar, but rather like a youth hostel that focuses on warm feelings. There are no dim lights, flashing neon and strong music, only beige. Colored wallpaper, the corner of the wall is a long lamp tube, the light is sufficient and not dazzling.

Black thorny tree vines spread on the ceiling, and holographic lamp **** dotted among the vines, all look like star systems.

There are several photos hanging on the wall. In the middle one, a child is standing with a group of monsters, pretending to be cold cheeks, and a smug look between the brows. The one next to it is a family portrait of three, two children and one young man.

The two children in the photo are now much older, and the young man is now behind the counter.

I have known this family for a long time. It should be said that this family tavern has brought me a lot of warmth when I was a bastard.

"How are you doing these days?" The bartender asked me. I was a little surprised. This person has never spoken with such concern. It can be said that such a common sentence can make me a little flattered. ,what.

"Very good, I just finished an order, but I was out of luck and didn't get the money." I took the wine glass and drank it all.

The music in the bar is very soft and the alcohol is relaxing. I can't help but want to sleep.

"Watson area has been surrounded by NCPD (Night City Police Station). I heard about it. And I also know that you fought a gang of scavengers. Does that make you exhausted? You are too exhausted? Weak." The bartender's words are still ugly.

"Hey! Are you serious about this? I just went through a thrilling gunfight! I'm going to die anytime!"

The bartender put down the wine glass in his hand and stared at me seriously, "You are too weak, V, you will die in a dark alley in the Night City sooner or later, just like those gangsters who make trouble all day long."

This is too ugly. Anyway, I am now a mercenary with a good face. How can I accept this insult?

I was planning to jump on the counter immediately and start an eloquence. At this time, a gray-haired man came out from the back kitchen, holding the dinner plate, "Miss V, I am glad to see you again."

"Mr. Wolf, who are you going to deliver food to?"

Maybe you should briefly introduce the person in front of you, so as not to make people ignore his existence.

The man named wolf is the cook of this tavern. He is not tall—in fact, he is a little short, but he is a mature man. He has one arm with a prosthetic hand and his long gray hair tied up. Instinct tells me that this man must be very In the past, he was not like the kind of cook who stayed in the back kitchen warmly, but more like a retired butcher.

"Supper for the children."

"Have they not finished school yet?"

"A few children stayed behind to learn."

Night City is a savage land with developed civilization. Let’s just put it this way. Here you can find cutting-edge technology, best products, meeting the most wonderful people, and experiencing the most outrageous adventures, but here, you can’t find it. In a good school, children from wealthy families are sent out early. Whether it is going to Europe or the East Coast, it is better than in a place like Night City.

The owner of this bar, the bartender, came to the Night City to settle down in the early years, so he managed to set up a community school. The children who came to school were ordinary children, and many children from poor people also came here.

Not to mention that you can get the best educational resources here, but the focus is on safety. You don’t have to worry about children going to school and being hit by gang fires, you don’t have to worry about being hit and killed by a dog in a suit, and you don’t need to worry about cyberpsychiatric attacks. Yes, the tuition is cheap. If you are so poor that you can't even wear pants, you don't have to pay a small amount of tuition, and you can take care of two meals a day, which is a great place.

Do you want to say that Night City really sucks? Every time I come to this bar, I feel that there is hope.

After exchanging a few words with the wolf, I felt much better and decided not to anger with the birdman behind the counter.

However, that person didn't seem to want to let me go, "V, you are so weak, don't go out tomorrow."

"Hey, did you take gunpowder today?"

"I'm admonishing you." The bartender said, "Fate has already opened your fangs in front of you. Don't bump into it so stupidly. At least, you must have the strength to protect yourself."

"Are you sure you are okay? Why are you talking about it today? Did you take the medicine?"

The bartender looked at me with an indescribable look of pity, "Look at you, V, a street boy from Haywood, in this world, from the bottom, why do you think that you can get ahead? It's up to you. Is this beautiful face? Anyone who can find a prosthetic doctor these days can give someone a face that looks hundreds of times better than you. There has never been anything commendable on your body. If it weren’t for you, I’m a familiar customer. For good reason, I won't even say these things to you."

I admit that I am a little angry. Although the bartender is half a round older than me, it is still embarrassing for him to put on this condescending look.

"I'm not here to fight with you. If you want to say something, you don't need to hide it like this, just say it straight."

The bartender seemed reluctant, and handed me a chip, "Try it."

"what is this?"

"The chips used for training can at least make you die less miserable in this city."

Out of trust, I connected the chip to my nerve port, and then for a while, I passed out in a coma, and when I woke up, I was still lying on the counter.

"Damn, Lao Lu, your chip is **** poisonous?" I was a little confused when I said this~www.wuxiaspot.com~ including the next one, "How long did I sleep?"

When I entered the door, the clock on the wall said it was ten o'clock. It is now ten twenty one. I simply converted it and slept for almost nine minutes.

"Eleven hours and fifty-seven minutes." The bartender across the counter said quietly.

? ? ?

I was dumbfounded, "I slept all day?"

At this time Jack's call came in, "V, are you awake? Don't sleep anymore, I have a big deal with you!"

At this time, I didn’t care to talk to Jack. I was just angry that I actually slept on the counter all night, "You just watched me fall asleep on my stomach? Don’t tell me not to move me to the sofa. Don’t give me any blankets? Old deer, you just want my life to say it!"

The bartender blinked, "Looking at the way you sleep, I think of the students lying on the table."

"Don't change the subject! Your chip is poisonous!"

The bartender shook his head, "Don't know the goods, little girl, with this thing, as long as you work harder, you can become the most powerful character in Night City in less than a month!"

I was trying to refute. At this time, a brand-new system operation interface appeared in the sight of the prosthetic eye, showing the five-dimensional attributes of my task, namely: Body 3, Reaction 3, Technology 6, Intelligence 6, and Calm 4.

The bartender seems to be able to read his mind. At this time, he explained: "This is your character speciality interface. You can accumulate experience through training and practice. After upgrading, you can obtain attribute points and specialization points for upgrading your attributes and specialties. I advise you to upgrade yourself as much as possible before making a big deal, and get some good equipment if you have money. Look at the guy you are holding, Rising Star Revolver? Fuck, in Night City, a six-year-old gift for a child is this shit!"