Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

The Savage King said it easily, but it would definitely not be easy to fight a guy who likes to crush his opponents with his equipment advantage, or even to kill his opponents in the ring, and beat the entire Night City black boxing arena to the point where no one can come out.

In the old days, people could still comfort themselves that money could not buy health. Some people were born with diseases, and even if they could rely on money to hang on to their lives, it was difficult for them to move like normal people.

But in this era, rich people not only spend more money than ordinary people, but also have physical fitness that is more brutal than poor people.

"I remember that I lay down for a month after the fight. All my bones were broken and my nervous system was scrapped. That bastard also hid a knife in his prosthesis, which could rotate and stabbed me from this place. Fortunately, I reacted quickly, but half of my face was also scrapped.

That was my most dangerous fight. Later, I broke my spine again."

The Savage King pointed to his right face. The tip of the knife stabbed in from here, basically going straight to the brain-

It's too extreme to think about it: a meat grinder inserted into the face.

"I won, so I am the boss of the Animal Gang. Since then, I know one thing: you'd better know all the parts of your body.

But I'm not smart, and I don't understand prosthetics. I lie in bed and study various exercise methods and make training plans.

It's hard to bear when I get injured, especially when my spine was broken. My partner told me that there is technology that can find me a military spine. I gave it to him without thinking, and I relied on our plan to grow my nervous system back.

Haha, my partner said I should get that... Nobel Prize in Biology!"

Lille didn't speak. He didn't want to complain about the physiological state of the Savage King. As the saying goes, a madman will not think he is crazy, and she is almost the same.

But it is really amazing to reshape the nervous system by exercise alone. There are only a few cases in history. It can only be said that she has practiced real sports.

Maybe V should also refer to it and practice systematically?

Matt was completely stunned. To be honest, after wandering for more than a year or two, he felt that he had been completely transformed:

The Night City that his father and school had told him was partly true: most people outside liked to play with VR masturbation cups for a day, or take drugs and lie down for ten days or half a month, and like to cut up their children and sell them when they have nothing to do.

These were all true. Even in Dogtown, the streets were full of drug addicts who took super strong drugs. They could feel good for a few days after taking a puff, and no one knew what state they were in.

But there were also untrue parts: not all people on the street were depraved.

Now? Now his brain has been upgraded.

The legends he heard most in school were Saburo Arasaka, Miles, the new US President, Artyom, the founder of Girafa, and Meta, the predecessor of the Wanderer Group.

These successful people who actively embraced the new capitalist world were role models for all well-educated people, but to be honest, not many people would be truly inspired by the content in the textbooks.

And the poor people on the street also had their own legends, inspiring some people to live out their style.

He didn't understand at first: people like Johnny Silverhand were recorded as terrorists in many aspects, and Matt already had a preconceived impression of him; what about Morgan Blackhand, isn't he just a mercenary; and there are all kinds of familiar names on the street, to be honest, Matt didn't feel anything.

It's different now, the Savage King is too close to him, and the story is too detailed, too specific, and too convincing.

Now he really understands the feeling of being motivated.

"By the way, I still remember the prosthesis that the idiot used at that time: the BB-VIT-2040 physiological maintenance module of biotechnology. The rib part under high-load attack will interfere with the operation of the subcutaneous circuit, but it will cause excessive secretion of adrenaline and interfere with the body's self-test system."

"Wow, you know everything?" After listening, V also thought that this big and strong girl was quite interesting.

"That's a must."

After listening to this, Lille continued: "Some high-rise buildings stand tall in the city center, while others may never be completed; some people are born rich and strong and can enjoy their lives, while others risk their lives to fight in black boxing to make a living, and will be easily beaten to death by the people in front. Nothing is fair. I know, and you know it too.

You can seek fairness all your life, and then you will find that you can indeed enjoy the same pleasure as those people:

A little money can buy VR glasses, a little money can buy powerful drugs, and a little money can make you discover that the world is really fair, and you can also be as happy as them in a biological sense, or even more happy.

Are you willing to spend your whole life on this in pursuit of fairness?"

Matt shook his head decisively.

Lille nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, you see, in this era, people like to say what the company and NCPD did to them, and you will find that those who like to say so are not in a good situation at the time. You see, I don't say that, I love them to death."

The Savage King looked at Lille helplessly: That's true, I'm sending you equipment, right?

Stupid company, stupid NCPD, why don't you send it to me?

Lil ignored the big guy's rolling eyes and continued to say to Matt:

"Most people's collapse is inward, they want fairness too much, and then they will find that they can also get it fairly at a low price.

Indulge in entertainment, succumb to powerlessness, and comfort themselves by cursing the outside world, handing over the future and selling it to happiness.

Willpower. In a sense, it is also the ability to actively choose to face this unfairness. The brainless person she destroyed was a waste with negative will. "

Matt looked at Tommy, the young man on the stage who was working hard to express himself. This goalkeeper was trying hard to express his football skills, but the scouts around him had long lost interest in him——

This level is not attractive at all. European youth trainings are full of kids of this level. They are still in a prosthetic state. The overdraft can only go so far in the future, and no one will sign him.

He didn't dare think about how poor Tommy's congenital conditions were. This sports academy was full of peers like him, but he still chose to try his best instead of secretly using his tuition money to buy some medicine, that tablet, or other things. What the hell—

This is not uncommon in Night City.

"It's so unfair," Matt muttered to himself, but the confusion had gradually faded away, and it was unlikely to turn into escape.

The Savage King waved his hand to the bartender, who came to his senses, quickly opened another bottle of wine, and poured a glass for her.

She brought the glass of wine to Matt: "Actually, I have many professional brothers under me, right here in Night City. I'll introduce them to you later.

By the way, you have to practice more when you go back after drinking this cup. It’s your choice whether you want to drink it or not. "

Matt directly grabbed the wine glass and took a big sip. After swallowing it, he took a long breath:

"ha--"

"You look good. Let's get ready to meet the dean of the college."

Leal patted Matt on the shoulder, turned the wheelchair, and looked at Fiona upstairs with a stiff smile.

The latter's nervousness has not stopped since just now, and he couldn't help but run out of the office.

Matt nodded and looked at Fiona on the stairs with a fierce look on his face. The latter's heart skipped a beat when he looked at her——

No, I have no grudge against this kid, right?

Why does it feel like he is about to rush me?

Thinking of this, Fiona's already stiff smile became more obvious and stiffer.

Outside Dog Town, a group of mercenaries were waiting in a street building. Their movements were uniform, meticulous, and fully equipped. They didn't look like ordinary mercenaries at all, and it was unknown when they sneaked in.

But their leader was quite relaxed, with his mechanical prosthetic holding a cigarette and staring at the sky.

"There are still 60 seconds left for the airdrop. Keep your spirits up and reduce contact with the ghost dogs as planned. But let me ask, is this still useful now?"

[Contact: The wanted criminal’s move is indeed quite bold, but it’s not a big problem. 】

[Contact: Putting pressure on the Nether Dogs is the first priority, and you also need these air investment resources. 】

"What a damn button. I'm going on a mission and I have to steal the equipment from someone else."

The leader of the speech threw away the cigar in his hand and suddenly asked: "Are those wanted criminals really so awesome? They are so arrogant, why don't you rub their nerves away?"

[Contact: Focus on the work at hand. Now I will add a temporary task for you: there is a military technology 20L automatic cannon in the airdrop. A car will pick up the goods at the new location in 5 minutes, so act quickly. 】

[Contact: You will not be short of money. 】

"It's better to take action."

The leader chuckled, his metal arm grabbed the huge cyborg pistol under the black leather jacket, and the metal connector clicked lightly.

The breeze blew, and the sound of the high-speed flight of the airdrop drone approached. This arm grasped the big gun and leaked into the sun. The dark metal surface seemed to absorb all the sunlight——

An ordinary-looking black metal prosthetic leg.