"Northern Central Positronic Industries Group."
Su Ming looked at the sign atop the tallest tower in the city. He stubbed out his cigarette and surveyed the streets below. The technology here was far more advanced than Lud's, but the essence of class exploitation had not changed. The only difference was that slave workers had been replaced by corporate dogs.
"Nothing worth seeing here, and I can't tell which people on these streets are alive and which are Synthezoids. Their expressions are all strange."
Magik clearly disliked this place. The city itself was called Northern Central Positronic Industries Group, with no other name. The city was the company, and the company was the city—a perfect fusion.
It was also a city built in midair. Its original framework looked like an oil refinery furnace, though there was not nearly as much steam. The city's main colors were equally vivid and varied; neon technology had apparently been preserved.
"It's fine. We'll buy a few souvenirs in town, then leave." Deathstroke walked with Magik down the not-so-spacious main street, surrounded by dense crowds. "This place could barely count as a Cyberpunk world. Maybe they have some fun video games."
"For Spider-Man?" Magik immediately made the connection. Whether it was Peter Parker from the original 40K or the recently immigrated Little Black Spider, they were both at an age where they liked games.
"That's right. Raising a group of Spider-Men often comes with plenty of benefits. Spider Web is one of the demon gods closest to me these days, and it has a mutually influential relationship with the Spider-Men. Besides, when a crisis comes, Spider-Man can be sacrificed to the heavens in exchange for all kinds of buff bonuses."
Spotting a shop, Su Ming led Magik over. At the very least, they could ask where