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Cyberpunk 2077: Wired Dreams

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NOT A TRANSLATION In Night City, life is cheap, but a name, a reputation, is everything. Amidst the perpetual neon glare and the relentless grind of corporate ambition, countless souls strive to carve out a sliver of fortune or a fragile shred of respect. This is the story of one such spirit, a young man from Heywood's shadowed streets, orphaned and driven. He seeks to make his own mark, a future purchased with skill and daring, rather than inherited whispers. But in a city where chrome hides more than it shows, and every eddy comes with a price, the dream of ascent often ends in a gutter, or worse, a legend of what might have been. WORD COUNT 113000+ AS OF MAY 17 2026 If you'd like to listen to some music while reading this, I have a Spotify playlist that gives a Mateo feel. It has Cyberpunk songs and other things for his vibe. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5rGUe72qVsSfTxm1QT5vlz?si=7e721e3857264962
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The Saint Likes Me, But I’m Screwed… [Rewrite]

One early spring day, Alum and his classmates fell victim to a spatial quake—descending to Lethren, a world filled with elemental magic and wonder. Yet, even with the supernatural, Alum remained aloof; whichever world—it didn’t matter. Monsters the form of man, beast, or abomination—it never changed. He knew he wasn’t always alone, but he never thought to have deserved such kindness. To those who gave him paint, now was the time to pay it back, especially in the vivid horrors of the new world—surviving the wilderness. Then, along the way, colors began to seep into the garden, blossoming greens, painting blues, and budding reds. His heart throbbed a funny way for the first time—he’d fallen in love with Amethely at first sight after arriving in the peaceful metropolis, Ilifel. Once, a girl, whom he did not know, revealed to be the Imperial Saint—Could I pursue this? He coolly contemplated, looking at the options. However, change could never be easy for someone like him. How long would it take for a newly rinsed blade to stain? — An elegant Saint with silver-gray hair and pink amethyst eyes was regarded as one of the most prominent light mages in the empire. A girl who was once always in the shadow of her sister, obsessed with research and the path of the sword, with a wish to carry on her late grandmother’s legacy—fell in love. He was a foreigner with soft golden eyes and jet-black hair—a somewhat clueless expression yet charming nonetheless. New to love, Amethely didn’t know what to do, but she knew she wanted to see him again. Thus, she hoped to run into him again, at the same place, at the same time.  This time, she wanted to know his name, and for him to know hers, so that one day, even if their love doesn’t blossom, that light would pierce into his ashen world. NOTE: This is rewritten from scratch so old chapters are gone, poff. But... since people sometimes ask me about it, here's the pdf for all of it, if you want the epub version just dm me or smt, dunno.  https://drive.google.com/file/d/1pm4kOijs5-CXcCJdU8-wvgPERkLaPrVD/view?usp=sharing Schedule: 25th Monthly
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