Players Invade Cyberpunk

She smiled sweetly, leaned from the passenger seat to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek, then opened the car's hood for Lin Miao and bent down to check the vehicle's engine.

Fortunately, although this car wasn't some top-tier modified luxury vehicle, it was sturdy and reliable. The titanium alloy car frame and chassis, coupled with top-quality fuel, ensured the engine was never in danger. Even after several days of continuous high-intensity use, it could roar into action at any time, accelerating from 0 to 100 km/h in 1.7 seconds without any odd noises.

After opening the hood, the technician Gloria applied her own handmade lubricant on the crank link mechanism. Unfortunately, due to the bottle cap sealant, the lubricant contained some light red substances mixed in. Nevertheless, it didn't affect its use and even added a touch of bright color.

The engine roared, and she started a manual piston rod test. The equipment operated smoothly, though Gloria had never done similar work before. She had only heard descriptions from colleagues or glimpsed it online, yet her actual operation showed no signs of hesitation. Over twenty years later, returning to the field didn't feel so unfamiliar.

Vehicle owner Lin Miao expressed his concerns to Gloria, hoping she wouldn't push herself too hard and would think twice. But technician Gloria lifted her misty eyes, filled with allure.

"Mr. Lin, just drive. Leave everything else to me."

Lin Miao was helpless but could only comply.

After all, someone had to hold the steering wheel and put the pedal to the metal.

After starting the engine, the car carrying the two vanished into the neon traffic of Night City.

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"Not bad, you're the best quality among this batch of newcomers."

The newly awakened [Whatever] was utterly baffled, only to see a large pancake face leaning over his own.

"Whoa! Are you sunbathing on my face or what?"

Frightened, he burst out in his hometown dialect, and tried to slap the person before him but was easily blocked.

The big shot shook his head in disdain and said to Potato.

"Seems like it's not going to work. I take back what I just said, okay?"

[Whatever] was still confused, utterly unsure of the situation. The last thing he remembered was putting on the helmet, seeing a blur, followed by red numbers flashing, then waking up in a strange place.

Wasn't he kidnapped by some brain wave equipment to be taken to Northern Myanmar for a kidney harvest?

Didn't they say the Bai family members were already hanged and executed?

"I'm warning you, I have rabies, don't mess with me! Even if you take my kidney, it's worthless!"

Seeing the unusually intense reaction from [Rat Poison], the two didn't know what to say.

Meanwhile, other players in the chambers started waking up one after another.

"Hey... Where is this?"

"Is this in the game?"

"Seems like it, the encyclopedia description says so, right? It's a biological modification chamber, right?"

"Wow, I thought this was some social experiment, didn't expect it to be real!"

"Oh! My physique is quite nice too, even has a six-pack, much better than my own. But the chest is a bit small, can't go beyond G?"

Their reactions were not as intense as [Rat Poison], it was the big shot's face being too close that scared them.

Hearing this, [Rat Poison] thought, perhaps this isn't Southeast Asia; there are so many people, and the surroundings feel sci-fi, so he asked the two before him.

"Is this... really a game?"

The big shot shook his head.

"No, we're definitely kidney harvesters. We've already harvested over a hundred Night Wanderers' kidneys, you're next."

Potato: "Don't tease him, hurry and take them out, people outside have been waiting for half an hour already."

Having confirmed he wasn't in any danger, [Rat Poison] asked.

"Waiting?"

"You're the second batch, the first batch is still outside."

There were only fifteen modification chambers, and thirty spots could only be generated in batches, with about half an hour intervals.

After the veteran players led the new players outside, the office already had over fifty people, making the originally spacious hall seem crowded. They were getting acquainted with the game system while joking around.

"Job selection can only be done at level 5? Ridiculous! Shouldn't you choose faction and race when creating your character?"

"Then it wouldn't be a free open world. Freedom, you know? What if someone picks a sewer manhole or a fat bream based solely on looks and regrets it? It's one person per account, can't start a new one."

"Actually, manhole covers and fat breams aren't bad, idiot! Dummy!"

"The game's level system is absurd. Every level-up gives one skill point, every ten levels grants a breakthrough point, allowing basic skills to surpass to mastery. You can also improve skill experience through high-intensity training or combat... but you can't reset points...."

"What! Can't reset points? That requires careful planning!"

"Are there any other factions or guilds? Is there only one office?"

"Here, let me teach you. Now, walk out the door saying you want to join the Night Wanderers, and that's it."

"Then you can rob me for gold coins, right?"

"You saw through me, haha."

Some leaned over their computers and browsed the shop interface.

"These prosthetics look crude, not what I imagined."

"There are two types of prosthetics: skeletal prosthetics, replacing only bones and some nerves, and full replacement prosthetics, directly swapping out the entire arm, like mantis blades."

"If the game allowed microtransactions, I'd just tear through the store."

"You're dreaming, everything here is bought with Euros, E.U.S. dollars, European USD, got it? A car costs tens of thousands, tanks hundreds of thousands of RMB, can you afford it?"

While new players were still getting acquainted with the system, veteran players were recruiting teams.

"Patrol mission, one hour for 25 Euros, chance to spawn Night Wanderers or Chaotic Blade Association bases, missing one! [Basic Firearms Mastery LV4] and above."

"Junkyard material collection mission recruiting, I'll pay the taxi fare, bringing four newbies, chance to spawn treasure chests for gear!"

"Chemical workshop looking for experienced individuals in related fields! Interviews required, daily salary starting at 300 Euros!"

"Machinery factory recruiting..."

"Stone Ridge Mountain tunnel repair mission team...."

"Adcardo trade convoy! Can boost faction reputation, chance to earn qualifications to purchase Blue Level prosthetic equipment!"

Bustling, almost like a marketplace.