Late at night, a slightly cool breeze from an affiliated plane drifted through the enormous Cyberpunk City on the Ninth Layer of Baator, bringing a hint of freshness to its bustling streets.
But as a typical Night City, there was no particularly obvious difference between day and night here.
Whether they were local residents or visiting outsiders, people needed only a short time to become deeply drawn in by the colorful, almost light-polluting lights, 3D projections, deafening music, and all sorts of special establishments that operated only at night, eventually throwing their original biological clocks into complete disarray.
Sleep in particular, a form of rest that mortals considered extremely important, practically did not exist within the massive Cyberpunk City.
People used drugs, bioengineering, electronic brain implants, or even uploaded their consciousnesses into virtual network worlds to avoid what they saw as a waste of time.
Only spellcasters settled down to rest for eight hours when they needed to recover their magical power, while Clerics prayed to the gods they served at specific times to receive Divine Magic.
Yes, you read that right.
Thanks to the widespread use of incredibly advanced genetic technology, neural technology, artificial limbs, and artificial organ technology, people here no longer regarded sleep as a necessity of daily life, but instead as a burden that lowered their quality of life.
As for the potential Harm that not sleeping might inflict on the body and even the brain...
Sorry, nobody cared about that anymore.
After all, in a world with magic and Divine Magic, all it took was a little gold to completely repair such damage in minutes, or even seconds.
Couldn't afford expensive magic?
No problem!
There were also relatively cheap mass-produced industrial alternatives to choose from.
After all, damaged body parts could simply be replaced, and