Cyberpunk, NIght City and Arasaka were the two dead give aways when waking up to a new world. Especially the chrome on people's bodies.
It's been 15 years since I've reincarnated into this World, in this city that tries to eat my rationality.
" Alright! Just gotta deliver this and I'm good for the day!" My excitement was just the beginning of this eventful day.
First Gig, first paycheck after trying to put my life back together and most of all getting to ride my bike that I put together myself.
Helmet, check. Gloves? Check. Fit? Check. Box that has its label scratched off and given to me by a dying customer? Check.
It took an half an hour to reach the destination located in the badlands.
' Would've been quicker if it wasn't in the middle of nowhere. ' I grumbled to myself as I pulled into the dirt road that definitely wasn't gonna strain my bike.
" Fuck…" I cursed as I recognized the uniforms these men were wearing.
' Arasaka…' no labels, nothing that would've made them stand out, yet playing Cuberpunk amd understanding its lore wasn't something that could easily be washed off from my memory.
The way they carried themselves would've made other people think it's just another power hungry Corpo that want to get his hands on other company secrets.
The unmarked AV shut off and the doors opened and the person inside was escorted out by a guard.
As the man exited the AV, I felt the urge to punch the man's smug and arrogant looking face but held myself back as I felt the cold iron at the back of my head.
A cloaked guard.
" Package?" The bastard asked as another guard walked towards the box attached to the back of my bike.
" Package secure." The guard replied after checking the box.
" I hope you'll forgive me, it ain't personal." The Man smirked as I felt a large force hitting the back of my head.
I heard the crack that my skull made along with the warm blood. But it wasn't concern, it was the fact I was gonna die.
My dreams of being an edge runner and becoming a legend surpassing David Martinez and V. Defeating Smasher and drinking at the Afterlife after a Gig. Flirting and creating a harem of my
Favorite girls.
That hit would've made a normal person knocked out, but I refused to stay down.
' Because I know…. I know I'm special!!! I have to be!! I just gotta overcome this!!' I gritted my teeth and tried to push myself from the floor.
" Ah ah ah~ Can't have a bug thinking it can fly, I hate flying bugs." The man ginned as he stepped on my back and forced me back to the floor.
My spine was breaking under his cybernetic leg, a damn hydraulic press I thought.
I glared at the man, to remember his face. I wanted him dead! Dead!! DEAD!!!
" Yeesh. Still squirming? Sigh, well what can you expect from a cockroach. Give me his gun." The man put on a glove and used it to grab the Nova from the Gaurd who stole it from my bike.
" Like I said Kid..." He held the gun pointing at my head.
The barrel of my gun, who would've thought I would be the end of it… is this what they saw as well?
" This is gonna hurt me more than it should you, sorry you gotta get involved." The hammer pulled back.
" From where you're laying, it may seem like 18-carat run of bad luck. The truth is…. The game was rigged from the start."
My eyes widen, I caught that reference before a bright light flashed in my face before darkness replaced it.
***
[ Radio Activated ]
[ Currently Playing: Blue Moon by Frank Sinatra ]
Music? That's… not bad actually.
[ ROBCO INDUSTRIES UNIFIED OPERATION SYSTEM ]
[ COPY RIGHT 2025-2027 ]
[ QUEST GIVEN BY THE OVERSEER ]
[ Stop nuclear strikes before Oct. 23, 2077]
[ Welcome Vault Dweller ]
If it ain't Vault boy…
" Gah!! Fuck!!" I screamed, alive, and burning.
Alive from the pain coming from my head and the burning hatred and revenge as I pictured that man holding my gun.
" Hold him down!! "
" Fuck he's still alive!!! "
" Just shoot him!!"
" don't ruin his organs idiot!!"
In desperation, I head butted the Scav on my left since his head was closer and grabbed his pistol from his belt and pulled the trigger under his chin.
This scared the other three, as one tried to stab me with a knife but was met with a bullet in the stomach before putting one in his head.
" Waitwaitwait!!" One begged while the other tried to pull his gun from his waist. We both traded as one of his shots entered my side and mine into his chest.
As his body hit the wall behind him, I made sure to the send another one into his.
I tried to aim at the last one before he ran.
" Tch." I clicked my tongue and aimed the pistol at the chain bound to my wrist and shot it off.
I grunted in pain, my head hurts like hell, my legs felt weak and my eyes…. Why does it feel like one is missing?
Didn't matter, luckily I'm dominant in my right eye as I crawled towards the first Scavs body to grab an extra mag.
" You Bastard!!!" The last Scav Rushed into the room, pointing the shotgun at the table before a surprise look came across his face.
The idiot thought I would've stayed on the table. But it was too late as he didn't see my body behind the table and shot one of his kneecaps before dumping the rest of the mag into his body.
[ Critical Strike on Scavangers Head ]
[ +80xp ]
[ Level 1: 80/200 ]
"Gotta find a ripperdoc…" I muttered as I felt stinging pain from my arm.
But I don't know where I'm at, and if I could trust anyone nearby.
[ Analysis commencing ]
" Haha!! I knew! I am fucking special!"
I didn't care if I was going insane, or if the bullet took a chunk of my brain along with my eye. A year trying to survive Cyberpunk on myself especially without any chrome was hard.
[ Analysis Completed ]
[S.P.E.C.I.A.L ]
[S-4]
[P-6]
[E-4]
[C-6]
[I-5]
[A-6]
[L-10]
"Haha!!" I laughed a little as I looked at my status, highest was my luck… no wonder I survived that gunshot. But what really made me more irritated was that my strength was low.
" Fuck it, gotta deal with these injuries."
I spotted the a cheap whiskey on the counter along with tweazers.
[ Medicine: 30+ Required ]
" Fuck!!" I shouted as I glared at the screen before finding a synthetic cloth to bite into it and stabbed the tweazers into the wound to dig out the bullet.
The pain was overwhelming, but when I felt the tweaks locking on a piece I immediately ripped it out before pouring the whiskey over it and stuffed it with gauze and wrapping it in place.
[ Luck Check: Success ]
[ Against unreasonable odds, the bullet missed major vessels, and extracted it with grit. ]
I also did the same with my eye, wrapping it until it covered my entire head.
" Ugh!" I felt pain rushing in as the adrenaline washed off and tried to keep pressure on my wound.
[ Barter | Charisma 6 | 17 ]
[ Big Guns | Endurance 4 | 13 ]
[ Energy Weapons | Perception 6 | 17 ]
[ Explosives | Perception 6 | 17 ]
[ Lockpick | Perception 6 | 17 ]
[ Medicine | Intelligence 5 | 15 ]
[ Melee Weapons | Strength 4 | 13 ]
[ Repair | Intelligence 5 | 15 ]
[ Science | Intelligence 5 | 15 ]
[ Small Guns | Agility 6 | 17 ]
[ Sneak | Agility 6 | 17 ]
[ Speech | Charisma 6 | 17 ]
[ Unarmed | Endurance 4 | 13 ]
[ Tagged skills: 3 ]
[ Traits: 2 ]
[ Speech | Charisma 6 | 17 -> 32 ]
[ Small guns | Agility 6 | 17 -> 32 ]
[ Medicine | Intelligence 5 | 15 -> 30 ]
' Just like the old days…' I felt a sense of nostalgia, remembering the times when I first played as I took turns with my older brother.
I tilted my head back, thinking of the simpler times when all I had to worry about was homework and trying to impress the girls in my school.
" Imma…. Imma close my eyes for second…" I muttered as the fatigue washed over me