Starting from Night City

From Night City, Author: Bishamonten

Synopsis:

"You think mechanical prosthetics can replace human arms to gain greater strength. But is there a possibility that without chopping off your hands, you can achieve the same effect with external mechanical devices?"

"Consumed 20 Potential points, obtained improved blueprint - Power Gauntlet."

"You think the Power Gauntlet has further room for expansion. You need to collect Tyran Steel Spine, ankle reinforcement components, smart chips, any weapon modules... You think by combining them, you can definitely craft stronger equipment."

"Consumed 100 Potential points, obtained advanced blueprint - Exoskeleton Armor."

"Detected that you already possess Blade Mastery LV10, Strength LV10, Evasion LV10, Block LV10, Meditation LV10."

"In this era flooded with cybernetics, you have never lost yourself in crazy modifications. Instead, you persisted in tempering your body and honing your mind until body and mind became one."

"No weapon or cybernetic, no matter how powerful, can match inner peace."

"You conceive of Unrivaled Sword Dao."

Adam Smasher stared at Su Xiao before him, dumbfounded, "What kind of monster are you?!"

Chapter 1: I Don't Believe It, How Can a Hair Clip Pass Through...

Cold, shaking.

When Su Xiao opened his eyes, he saw the unfamiliar, mold-stained top of a tent.

He was completely bewildered.

Where was he?

How did he end up in this place?

He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, quickly recalling what had happened before.

He had just posted a message on the Hedgehog Cat APP.

Then he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was already here.

No way, what the hell.

Posting a message could cause transmigration?

Outside the tent, fierce arguing could be heard.

It piqued Su Xiao's curiosity, making him unable to resist eavesdropping.

"McCoy, you know the family's situation better than anyone. You shouldn't have brought him back."

"What, you wanted me to watch him get captured by the Random Blade Society and pretend I didn't know what those damned scum would do to him?"

"He's not part of the family, he has nothing to do with us. We can't possibly help everyone who runs into trouble in the Wasteland?"

"I don't care about others, but since I ran into this kid, I can't just stand by."

"Fine, if you insist... But he can only stay here for a week at most, and the rations he consumes during his stay will be deducted from your share."

The argument stopped.

Su Xiao quickly lay back down on the bed, pretending he had just woken up and hadn't overheard their conversation.

A man around thirty years old walked into the tent.

The man wore old Exoskeleton Armor, its surface covered in scars, evidence of countless death battles.

"You're awake."

Su Xiao sat up from the bed, putting on a show of just waking up from a deep sleep and still being disoriented.

"Where is this..."

"My name is Sam McCoy. This is the Buckle Family's camp. Don't worry, you're safe now."

Buckle Family?

A foreign term Su Xiao had never heard before.

Seeing his seemingly genuine expression, the man opposite him didn't suspect anything.

"It's normal that you haven't heard of the Buckle Family. Trying to understand the families, tribes, and states of wanderers is indeed too much to ask for outsiders like you."

"However, compared to this, I believe another matter is more worth your attention."

"The camp's cybernetic doctor had to drill a hole in your head to remove the bullet... You can take a look yourself."

Saying this, McCoy handed him a mirror.

Su Xiao took the mirror.

Then he was surprised to find.

The person in the mirror, though their head was wrapped in bandages, hadn't lost any of their original good looks.

"Holy shit!"

After transmigrating, I'm actually this good-looking!!!

"Even though our camp's cybernetic doctor is really skilled, how do you feel? Dizzy, lightheaded, nauseous, anything like that?"

Su Xiu clutched his head. "I... I'm alright..."

"That's good, that's good... Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to ask who you are and why you're out in the Wasteland?"

McCoy couldn't help but feel curious about this young man shrouded in mystery.

After all, the Wasteland was fraught with danger.

Besides corporate convoys, only nomads and the Random Blade Society dared to appear in the Wasteland.

Let alone being alone.

Judging by his appearance, Su Xiao looked neither like a nomad nor a member of the Random Blade Society.

And he certainly didn't look like a Corp Dog.

That's because Su Xiu wasn't wearing the iconic suit of a Corp Dog.

But rather than thinking he was a Corp Dog, McCoy had another bold idea.

What if Su Xiao was actually someone from decades ago?

McCoy thought this because the cybernetic doctor who treated Su Xiao told him.

Not only did Su Xiao have no implants, but he didn't even have any neural ports.

And this was the year 2077.

Even the most traditional person would have at least one neural port installed.

Otherwise, many things couldn't be done.

McCoy had never seen such a "pure" human in his life.

Facing McCoy's question, Su Xiao didn't speak.

Seeing Su Xiao's silence, McCoy nodded in understanding.

He didn't say anything else, just patted the bedside. "Then get some good rest. I won't disturb you."

A few days later.

Su Xiao wandered aimlessly around the camp.

Through his inquiries over the past few days, he learned that this was a nomad camp belonging to a group called the Buckle Family.

However, Su Xiao had no impression of either the Buckle Family or nomads.

When he thought of nomadic tribes, his first thought was of Gypsies.

But these people were very different from Gypsies.

Vehicles specially modified for off-road travel, cowboy hats, jackets, leather coats, all sorts of firearms...

What kind of Gypsies were these?

It wasn't until they mentioned Night City that Su Xiao suddenly understood.

Good heavens, so I've transmigrated into the world of Cyberpunk 2077.

Ever since the first trailer for this game was released, he, like other players, had been eagerly anticipating it, feeling like time was passing by too slowly.

However, in order to enjoy the game even more when it came out...

Apart from the very first trailer, he hadn't watched any subsequent trailers, gameplay demos, or anything related to Night City.

He had only thoroughly cleaned the dust off his PS4, waiting for the game to be released.

Even though the repeated delays had worn down some of his patience.

But as the saying goes, good food is worth the wait, and delays are for refining the game's quality.

It was acceptable.

As a result, by the time the game was finally released, while the disc was still on its way, the internet was already flooded with negative reviews.

Upon receiving it, he did encounter quite a few bugs.

And since Su Xiao was playing on a PS4, the experience was even more torturous than for PC players.

He couldn't even finish the prologue mission, which was from the perspective of a corporate employee, before he had to put it down.

He left it for two years.

He heard that the bugs had been mostly fixed.

Just as he was about to play, he heard the official announcement that a paid DLC would be released the following year.

Purchasing the paid DLC along with the base game would be cheaper, and it would also allow for a more satisfying experience all at once.

Therefore, Su Xiao decided to wait a little longer.

He had already waited two years, what was one more year?

As a result, he didn't get to wait for the paid DLC; instead, he transmigrated into the world of Cyberpunk 2077.

As Su Xiao walked into the logistics area, the camp's sole mechanic looked up and sneered as he entered.

"Aha, look what we have here, the 'little master' has finally woken up."

A classic American derogatory term.

As expected of America.

But Su Xiao ignored him.

Instead, he surveyed the logistics area.

The logistics area wasn't large.

Besides this mechanic and a workbench for repairing firearms.

There were mostly scrapped, unusable junk.

Seeing that Su Xiao was ignoring him, the mechanic's expression soured.

Nomads lived in family units, which inevitably led to some nomads being exclusionary and hostile towards outsiders.

Everyone in the family had to contribute to the family.

And the mechanic's job was the dirtiest and most tiring in the entire Buckle Family.