New Humans

The Neural Editing Group, one of the emerging groups, was founded around the same time as Dugo Technologies, and both have grown rapidly in the last year or two.

In the cyber test field, there are many such emerging companies that have suddenly risen to prominence, and each type of company has its own unique features.

The founder of the editing group was a genius young scientist named Dou.

This boy underwent brain modification surgery at birth and survived. He possesses adult thinking skills, and his brain's processing speed is one hundred times that of a normal person.

Furthermore, after the age of 10, he demonstrated a talent for "neural connection technology" and successfully recruited some powerful figures, one of whom was Shan Shen.

Dan Shen, a level 54 super mechanical warrior and a global bounty hunter, also has another identity—former Martial God!

The bio-engineered woman was killed; instead of blood, there was a pool of white brain matter on the ground.

Ten blocks away, there was another headless corpse. The owner of this corpse, like the bio-engineered woman, was the gang leader of this neighborhood.

There are many leaders of this type of underground force in the Mechanical City, and their levels vary greatly, ranging from level 20 to level 30 to level 40.

However, in corporate warfare, those who are not well-informed or who did not have time to retreat, regardless of their strength, are the first to be eliminated.

Dan Shen fought his way through, basically soloing everyone regardless of their level.

As the highest-level combat force in this cyber test site, the Martial Gods are divided into two types: one is the bio-based Martial God, which follows the biological route, and the other is the mechanical Martial God, which follows the mechanical route.

The former has a single technological path, and only the Xiao family's advanced breeding technology can advance it.

The latter is different. Theoretically speaking, as long as a 100% human body modification rate is achieved, there is a chance to break through this point.

His single god is a very niche profession among mechanical modifiers, called "Gear Warrior".

This is a profession derived from ancient mechanical technology. It does not have implanted chips and therefore does not have automatic weapons. It is not strong in ranged attacks, but instead has terrifying melee capabilities. Hundreds of gears attack from all over the body at the same time, and the attack effect is multiplied by a hundred times, resulting in very terrifying damage. It can even cause instant kills to elite monsters of level 30 and 40.

After wiping out all the underground forces along the way, Shan Shen quickly arrived at the Enterprise District.

In the corporate district, the "brain-computer interface modification" of the mechanical bees did not go smoothly. Their corpses were scattered all over the ground, and bizarre deformed creatures, some as tall as 3 meters, 4 meters, or even 10 meters, roamed the streets.

Some of them are covered in hands and feet, some look like skinned zombies, and some have certain organs that can be replicated at a visible speed.

Thick, toxic biological fumes rushed towards us.

Without a doubt, these are the "gifts" left to them by the biotech giants.

They withdrew from the branch, but left behind a bunch of mutated individuals.

"These monsters again," a look of pain flashed in Shan Shen's eyes. The scene before him reminded him of some unbearable past events: the pitch-black outer space, the huge, bloated corpses, and those indescribable monsters.

"Ah!

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Inside the now-shut-down mechanical mainframe, two figures are operating it, using the mainframe's power to accelerate brain-computer interface modification.

Suddenly, the doctor looked up, and the scene changed.

"Boss, Supervisor Shan's emotions are unstable again."

"That's not important. What's important is whether our transformation can proceed smoothly."

"Actually, it wasn't exactly smooth sailing—" The doctor switched to a different scene, which clearly showed that a large number of bio-monsters had appeared in the corporate area and were fighting hand-to-hand with the corporate warriors from the security department, making their progress very slow.

"Boss, I told you long ago that a startup like ours should hire an excellent military contractor so that we can go further in the corporate wars. In the future, the enemies we encounter will only get stronger and stronger."

"Technology is the primary force; everything else is just noise," Dou said coldly.

The PhD student sighed inwardly. This was the troublesome thing about having a research fanatic as a boss; he never listened to anyone's opinions when it came to resource allocation.

Seemingly sensing the doctor's thoughts, he turned away without replying:

"Do you think we should form a defensive alliance with the military, or even recruit more corporate warriors, to quickly eliminate the rebels in this city?"

"Have you ever considered that this might be exactly what those monopolists are after?"

"Although I am not a professional in biological research, I at least know that the more raw materials there are, the more troublesome the biological virus produced will be."

"This is a corporate war, not a military war."

"The more brain-computer interfaces we have, the more stable our neural networks will become. As long as our networks can expand ahead of the curve and create a snowball effect, we will be able to defeat any enemy in the virtual realm."

"Don't forget, the real purpose of this corporate war is to liberate the computing power of cyberspace."

"Whoever can do this will be the ultimate winner of this war."

The doctor shook his head:

"But you at least need allies."

"We have a temporary ally, don't we? But you have to understand, in this day and age, no one will truly be your friend except for those with a ingrained mindset."

"Get your virus removal work done, my doctor!" Kabuto's tone already revealed a hint of impatience.

"Perhaps you are right, but my personal suggestion is to bring back the Project Sawtooth. We have somewhat underestimated the intensity of the corporate war."

Dou remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

Puppet City, District 14, Southern Hemisphere

This is another mechanical city in the pharmaceutical zone.

In the city, there is a project where urban women or men shut down their consciousness at night and temporarily rent their bodies to some shady forces, such as nightclubs or wealthy women's homes. They close their eyes and open them again, and the night is over.

This is called a "human rental" project, a common and legal way to earn extra money in the cyber age.

There are some aftereffects, though.

For example, this is still considered good; some people are worse off, and surgical suture marks will inexplicably appear on their bodies.

Who knows what they did with their own bodies?

The technology behind this "human body rental" project is personality implantation, an emerging technology in the field of "virtual personality".

The Puppet City researches personality implantation in the biological field.

"Mr. G, please look, in our mechanical city, there are 15 million people. None of them have a newly created personality; they are implanted 'new personalities.' They can be fathers, mothers, white-collar workers, or laborers. Each person has complete memories and life records."

In a coffee shop next to the street, the senior engineer looked around and felt that compared to other mechanical cities, this mechanical city was more like a normal, civilized city without mechanical modifications.

"But I remember that personality implantation has a time limit. If the original personality doesn't return to its original position by the time the time is up, the person will become an idiot."

"That's right, we also have such limitations. Some medications last for a week, while others last for a month."

The person opposite smiled mysteriously and continued:

"But according to our agreement with those who enter the city, once the time is up, we will give them a choice: to return to their previous state or to maintain their current lifestyle."

"Mr. G, can you guess what they will choose?"

"This isn't a question of choice," the senior engineer said, taking a sip of his coffee. "No one would give up their own life."

The person opposite exclaimed in admiration:

"As expected of Mr. G, you saw through their true nature at a glance. We're not creating a temporary personality; we're creating a new life!"

The senior engineer put down his coffee cup:

"If I'm not mistaken, your true goal is to create a bio-engineered human race using biological methods."

The person opposite him froze, finally stopping his flattery, and forced a smile:

"We don't have the guts to challenge the status of bio-engineered humans."

The senior engineer glanced at them sideways.

If you don't have the guts, then did the "new clones," one of the key members of the future resistance, just fall from the sky?