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CYBERPUNK: CAN I INSTALL GAME MODS?

Rocky, who traveled to the cyberpunk Night City, accidentally discovered that he could install modules for the world. Since then, Night City has had a living devil and five legends. ps: Heroine Lucy + Rebecca ... Arasaka Intelligence Files [Ascending Technology Special Operations Team] Archive Overview: [Team leader: L, runs an underground clinic in Night City and is also a freelance mercenary in Night City. He is equipped with the most advanced exoskeleton mecha of Ascension Technology and is extremely dangerous. The first sighting record appeared in an underground clinic in Watson District in 2073. There is no earlier intelligence information. Team members: Jack, when he was young, was a gang member of the Valorantino gang in the Highwood area. He later became a free mercenary in Night City. In 2074, he met the captain and led him to join the ranks of mercenaries. V, former deputy director of the Arasaka counterintelligence department, defected to Arasaka in 2076 and joined the team. Please note that intelligence shows that this person has multiple high-intensity cyber modifications all over his body, and the risk of cyberpsychosis cannot be estimated! If you come into contact with him, please be vigilant at all times. David Martinez, a former student of Arasaka Academy, dropped out and joined the team in 2076. He is the same as V mentioned in the intelligence, with a highly modified body and equipped with multiple terrifying cyber weapons. Lucy, suspected defector to Arasaka network hacker... Rebecca, former member of Night City's Mann Team... Special Notes: The prosthetics and weapons equipped by this team are mostly cutting-edge technologies that have not been circulated by the mysterious armed technology company "Ascend Technology". Their effectiveness and power are unknown, and most of them are extremely dangerous, so please be careful when handling them! ] ---------------------------- If you want to support me: patreon.com/TripleCrown07
TripleCrown · 263.4k Views

The Eternal King Enki — The Undying Witness

A cosmic court has condemned humanity. Seven immortal witnesses return to the dawn of civilization to prove — or disprove — its worth. Most fall. Power twists them into tyrants, idols, and architects of sterile utopias. Only one chooses another path. Across centuries, Enki walks among mortals unseen, planting knowledge instead of monuments, nurturing fragile lives instead of controlling them. He learns that meaning is not found in eternal empires, but in fleeting acts of grace — a hand lifted from mud, a garden built from flood-ruins, a child taught to listen to water. His defense is not glory. It is tenderness. It is persistence. It is humanity’s quiet refusal to stop loving, even knowing all things end. A mythic tale about time, loss, and choosing to build anyway. [Beneath the myth and the science fiction lies a simple, stubborn claim: this is not just a story. Enki was born in 2850 BC and has been carrying the memory ever since. The names are changed, the years shifted, the moons given new orbits, yet the resurrection happened, the desert temptation was real, the stone rolled away, and the Judge has been reigning ever since. Everything else — the Scrapbook, the 0.3%, the blind spot in the machine — is simply the record of those who kept looking up while the world looked down. Most have forgotten there is a sky vaster than any mind can hold, that Earth is a gift, not a possession, that God drew no borders and the birds still fly free without passports. Read it as fiction if you like. Some books are written so the truth can reach the few who still have ears to hear. This is one of them.] 2025 Mark Casa Nova (Original) You may share, translate, adapt, illustrate, animate, film, or perform this work freely — even commercially — on one unbreakable condition: Do not change the lesson. The resurrection happened. The stone was rolled away. Grace is real, borders are not, and the birds still fly free. Everything else — style, medium, language — is yours to play with. The core is not. That’s all I ask. [Mark K. Carlos]
markcasanova · 16k Views

Reborn As My Sister After the Fall

I wasn’t meant to live. But she wasn’t meant to die. Two sisters. One body. Together, we survive. The world didn’t end with fire or war. It ended with silence—slow, creeping decay that no one could stop. First, the food spoiled. Then the water turned. Then the air itself grew toxic, thick with ash and sickness. When the economy collapsed, humanity followed. Then came the infection. Skin gray, veins black, minds fractured. You could smell it before you saw it—the stench of flesh refusing to die. They weren’t corpses. They were people—still breathing, thinking, but twisted by hunger and rage. Rumor had it the government was working on a cure. Volunteers lined up, desperate for salvation. Soldiers were “volunteered” without a choice. But the cure didn’t heal. It evolved. What they created was worse—fast, brutal, intelligent, organized. A new breed of infected that turned against its creators and the world that betrayed them. When the crash came, my sister and I were running from it all. We’d made it miles outside the city before the road turned slick and the night exploded into metal and flame. When I opened my eyes, I was still in the car—smoke everywhere, the taste of blood thick in my mouth. My sister sat beside me, hands limp on the wheel. Her eyes were open. Her lips parted, as if about to say my name. But she was gone. I didn’t have to touch her to know it. She was dead. And as the cold crept through my body, I felt it—the slow pull of my own heartbeat fading, the world narrowing to a pinprick of light. Then I died too. Until I didn’t. When I woke again, everything was wrong. The air smelled sharper, my vision clearer. My reflection—hers. My voice—hers. I was alive. But not in my body. I was alive in hers. At first, I thought it was a shock, grief, and then insanity. Some twisted hallucination brought on by trauma. But then I felt her inside me. Not just memories—her. Her thoughts. Her instincts. Her strength. My sister had always been the quiet one, the gentle one. But this voice in my head? It was something else. Commanding. Ruthless. Capable of killing without hesitation. And that’s what we needed to survive. Now I walk the wastelands wearing her face, stalked by her whispers, pushing me to survive. Every day is a choice between hiding and fighting, between clinging to the girl I was—or becoming the weapon she’s trying to turn me into. No one is innocent anymore. No one is safe. And in the ruins of what’s left of humanity, love and guilt are the only things strong enough to make you fight one more day. Reborn As My Sister: After the Fall is a visceral, heart-stopping post-apocalyptic thriller about identity, sacrifice, and what it means to survive when survival itself demands you become something else
AngelCole · 9.5k Views