Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Doesn’t Want to Become a Night City Legend

Chapter 193 Funeral
The fact that Lu Mingfei successfully returned from outside the Black Wall was probably the most exciting news since everyone was wanted by Arasaka.

However, somewhat unexpectedly, it took Lu Mingfei longer than expected.

In his mind, he was simply switching scenes and moving forward, but in the real world, even with his thoughts accelerated, Lu Mingfei's thoughts were still operating in units of 'months' or 'years'.

Upon waking up and learning of this, Lu Mingfei's first reaction was—if he hadn't returned to the Dragon Clan world just like that, it meant that this [time travel cycle] had increased again.

Although I'm a little concerned, that's not the main point for now.

During this time, Jack's work also made progress.

Initially, Johnny's harsh attitude towards Jack stemmed not only from Johnny's own scumbag nature and volatile temper, but also from his anger at Jack's perceived usurpation of his identity.

However, after learning that the two had a common enemy and that Lu Mingfei and his group dared to kill Arasaka Saburo, their attitude softened.

Of course, Johnny is a scumbag, and this must be emphasized repeatedly.

However, humans are also a fickle species. He didn't change before because no one had the standing or ability to provoke this scumbag.

However, being trapped inside Jack's body and forced to watch him carry out mercenary missions, including his actions in helping him find his bandmates and regain his own body, Johnny had to admit that there were mercenaries in the city who were just as simple and even kind-hearted as Jack.

The two eventually arrived at their destination, a deserted wasteland in Night City.

In one of those dilapidated little oil fields, there lies the corpse of Johnny Silverhand.

It was abandoned here decades ago and has been forgotten ever since.

No one offered sacrifices, and no one cared.

Johnny stood there for a long time at that grave. Few people had the chance to attend their own funeral, let alone decades later, when they had become nothing more than remnants in people's memories.

He remained silent, but in the end, he had no regrets.

Even in such a wretched state after his death, he firmly believed that his actions in bombing the Abandoned Tower were not wrong.

If there's anything wrong with it, it's that it wasn't fried well enough.

Johnny added in his signature husky, smoky voice.

The plan wasn't compelling enough, the execution wasn't compelling enough, and they failed to eliminate either Heavy Hammer or Arasaka's direct subordinates.

If there's a next time, I'll definitely bring them all with me.

Johnny Silverhand is a complex person.

Jack, V, and even Lu Mingfei—none of them initially understood the necessity of reviving Johnny Silverhand.

He lacked combat prowess, superhuman intelligence, and even being trapped inside Jack's body meant that his only redeeming qualities—his appearance and leadership—couldn't be fully utilized.

They could clearly sense that everything Arasaka Yorinobu did had a deeper meaning, yet they simply couldn't answer it.

But at this moment
"Hey."

Inside the oil field, Jack sat down casually, not caring that his backside was soaked with black oil.

"Would you like me to read you a prayer?"

【Need not.】

Jack's gentle tone carried a hint of probing and caution; after all, even Jack had never tried comforting a dead person.

"Then let me help you think of what to write on your tombstone."

【epitaph?】

Jack proposed, “I am a man of Haywood. There, we are all family. If I die, my mother, my brothers, and my former boss will all come back to pay their respects. They will place my most important things one by one in front of my tombstone, and then quietly send my soul away.”

Johnny knew where Jack was from, that Jack was a carefree but warm-hearted person, and that he had heard Jack praise the so-called Heywood culture more than once.

Family, death, warmth.

Even Johnny didn't quite understand, but this sarcastic man didn't mock anything at this moment, he just chuckled.

"Then don't die so easily, I don't want to use your body to attend your funeral."

"Hahaha! My mom will definitely jump out of her skin in fright!"

Jack wasn't annoyed; instead, he burst into laughter.

"But I'm not dead! Yes! This one—"

Jack pulled a bottle of liquor from his pocket and pointed to the tombstone.

"Johnny Silverhand rests here in peace, in homage to the man who saved my life."

[Epitaph? Hahaha, come on!]

Johnny knew that the so-called grave was just for show.

Although his own grave didn't even have a proper mound, it was, after all, the end of his life, so he actually wanted to mark it with something.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Jack clumsily carve words into his 'grave' with stones—which was actually just a small piece of sheet metal.

but.
How I wish this were true.

"You've already saved me once."

[But this time it might not be possible.] Johnny's phantom rose and swayed as it wandered near its own grave.

Listen, I know I've messed up a lot of things, betrayed my friends' trust, and disappointed them. I used to be a scumbag.

"A sudden confession?"

I even betrayed you, uh, maybe more than once.

Jack glanced at his eyes.

He can remember.

During the time Lu Mingfei was away from the Black Wall, Jack was helping Silver Hand fulfill his wishes. That's what he said, but whenever Silver Hand was given the chance to come out, he would use Jack's body to do some dirty things without regard for the consequences, even though they had agreed not to do so.

He could indulge himself a little, but one time he scared Misty, which made Jack very angry.

But we've come this far.

Upon learning that their lives were about to consume each other, they inevitably saw each other's souls.

Johnny's past indulgences and anger.

Jack's own vision of becoming a legend, that warm heart both inside and out.

Jack Wilson has a warm heart. When you were saved by Lu Mingfei, you dared to hide him right under Arasaka's nose.

[Perhaps it was because of Relic that our feelings began to intertwine, forcing me to examine just how awful I really was in the past. It felt fucking disgusting, but not bad.]

Therefore, I'm speaking frankly with you this time.

Jack, I'm declaring war not because capitalism is a thorn in my side, nor because I'm nostalgic for the America of the past.

This is a war of popular resistance against a runaway social system, and also a war against a chaotic world.

We will never disappear.

Jack is not a smart man.

He didn't understand those principles, but the passionate lines still made him raise his eyebrows.

He didn't understand war, he didn't understand resistance; he just wanted to rebel against the world as a legend, as a cool person.

But then he met Johnny, and he met Lu Mingfei.

Perhaps he could try to do more than just rebel against the world, or simply act as if he is rebelling against him.

But
Go change him.

Johnny Silverhand was a legendary figure, yet also a meaningless afterimage.

His existence may really just be a ploy to lure away a legendary hacker, Ottkening.

But perhaps, some kind of charisma he possesses can indeed "infect" those around him.

And this spirit of rebellion will continue to live on.

One day, perhaps by chance, there will be a moment when the right person understands this at the right time.

Then, he takes over Johnny's "incompetent" plan.

Go work for that lousy, cowardly company.

Go against it, go against it, go ignite it.

Go to war.

That was the right battle, that damned battle.

"Victor, how about it? Can you do it?"

"V, where did you get this?"

"Who do you think was the closest person to the heavy hammer and to that battlefield at that time?"

As Jack communicates with Johnny and gradually changes his inner goals—

Inside the safe house prepared by Lu Mingfei, V, who had been away for a long time, took the initiative to approach Victor, bringing with him some 'dangerous goods' that the doctor had never even considered.

"Even for you, installing this .V carries risks."

"It doesn't matter."

The beautiful woman walked toward the operating table.

I still owe him a favor.

"and"

V curled the corners of her mouth and flicked her hair upwards with her palm.

“I am special.”

(End of this chapter)