"&*%#..."
Aaron looked on in mild surprise as a hovercar stopped in front of him.
Several mechanical-looking figures inside drew bizarre weapons and aimed them at him, uttering a string of strange sounds.
Their pronunciation was somewhat similar to the Invis Language he had encountered before, yet differed in certain ways. Even he could not understand it.
Fortunately, he learned quickly.
A wisp of luminary spirituality emerged, swiftly transforming into tower spirituality, supplemented by a trace of divinatory power.
After hearing only a few sentences, he had completely mastered the language.
"You're a natural human? How did you survive?"
"Where are you from? Some mysterious cult?"
Seeing his earlier silence, a wheat-skinned woman asked again.
"A natural human?"
Aaron glanced at her metal arm. "If you mean I haven't undergone modifications like yours, then yes, I am a natural human..."
"Unbelievable... You actually survived in this environment. The air here is toxic—breathing it for too long can corrode the lungs and heart!"
Chloe patted her chest. "See this? My artificial lungs are Nature's Green Type V! If I replace my heart with an artificial one too, I might be able to live in the Upper District... Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Chloe. That's Old Man, Jason, and Wilson. We're a hunter squad from Night City!"
"My name is... Aaron!"
Aaron smiled faintly. "As for the air being toxic? I haven't noticed..."
Not to mention that he was at least a Longevity One in the present world of the Seventh Primordial—even if he were merely a furnace of the Fourth Primordial, he would not fear airborne toxins. Once inhaled, they would be incinerated by the high heat within his body...
"Chloe, this young fellow is from a mysterious cult. He can surely adapt to the environment through certain rituals,