Please call me Cyber ​​Demon King

Ke Ling stretched his body and activated Sianweistan. A strange feeling arose, and everything in front of him seemed to slow down.

Like bullet time in The Matrix, the world unfolds before Ke Ling's eyes as if playing in slow motion.

In terms of the body, this means that Nass Anwaystein is constantly stimulating all the cells and nerves in his body, making him faster, stronger, and more perceptive.

"No wonder ordinary people can't use this kind of thing. With such a stimulating method, ordinary people would face the risk of their cells and nerves collapsing after only a few uses."

Ke Ling remarked that the usability of this thing really depends on the user.

The higher the body's strength and the greater its endurance, the better the effect of using Sianweistein.

For example, Ke Ling dared to say that the same Sianweistan would be much more effective for him than for the black-clad ninja.

"You and this thing are a perfect match."

Old Wei couldn't help but sigh, "Given Ke Ling's cell activity, the influence of S. Anweistein on him is practically negligible."

The only thing that can limit Ke Ling is probably the performance and durability of the Sianway Stein itself; the Sianway Stein will eventually break if used for too long!

Everyone else is worried that Sianwistan will ruin his body, but Ke Ling is the one who has to be careful not to ruin Sianwistan's body.

"Thanks, Lao Wei."

Ke Ling gave Old Wei a thumbs up; he had already used his flesh-and-blood activation ability on Sianwistan without hesitation.

What's there to be afraid of breaking? If it gets broken, just use flesh and blood to repair it, as long as you don't exceed its regenerative limit.

This is when the importance of improving physical fitness became apparent. The flesh and blood bullets, repairing the knife, and repairing the damage caused by using Sianwistan all tested his physical fitness.

"Let V in."

Old Wei waved his hand, saying that this one for Ke Ling'an was free, and he only charged a repair fee; V's was the big order.

Ke Ling put on her clothes and went outside, where she saw V waiting for her.

"Is it done?"

V looked at Ke Ling and asked her a question. Ke Ling looked eager to try it out and seemed to be looking forward to the next modification.

"Okay, it's your turn."

Ke Ling tilted her head, indicating that she could go in.

V went straight in without saying a word, his expression as if he was about to embrace a new life.

"Ms. Cat Head, what are you doing? Do you have a moment?"

Ke Ling smiled and shook his head as he walked out, sending a message to Sasa as he went. He was going to consult Pila about the skill chip.

"I have time, what's up?"

Sasha replied to the message quickly, adding a questioning emoji.

"I'd like to talk to Pila about something. Could you introduce us?"

Ke Ling got straight to the point, stating his purpose: if possible, he would really like to learn the manufacturing techniques from the technical experts.

It would be even better if there were skill chips specifically designed to teach "technical experts" techniques. Ke Ling doesn't mind learning quickly at all; he has plenty of time to practice.

With this technology, even picking up trash can be much easier; the technical experts are all masters at it.

"No problem, I'll contact Pila!"

Sasha replied to the message instantly. Actually, she was a little disappointed; it turned out it wasn't to find her after all.

I was quite busy today, so the next chapter will be a little late.

Chapter 95 I think this thing might work!

Pila chose to meet in the industrial area in the north of the city because that's where his family lives.

Ke Ling drove around Thrace for a while before finally finding the place; it was really out of the way, almost outside Night City.

Or rather, this is actually the edge of Night City, and Ke Ling could even see what seemed like an endless expanse of bad land.

Pila's family lived in a three-story building. The building looked dilapidated, but it was difficult to keep it looking brand new in such a place.

Yeah, it's even more dilapidated inside; it's obviously been around for a long time.

"Dang Dang Dang."

Ke Ling knocked on the door. He could smell three people in the room, one of whom he recognized—Sasha.

The door was opened, and a pistol was thrust out first; the person who opened the door was short.

"Hello, Rebecca."

Ke Ling greeted the other party. As expected of a resident of the North City Industrial Zone, they even showed their guns when opening the door in broad daylight.

"Come in."

Rebecca looked up, put the gun down, and moved aside in front of the door.

Ke Ling stepped inside. Compared to the apartments in the super skyscraper H10, this small apartment clearly had a more lived-in feel.

"Having a sense of life" means that this place is rather dilapidated, more like a place that has been inhabited, unlike the cold, life-sustaining pods over there.

"Hi,."

Sasha sat on the sofa, smiling and waving to Ke Ling.

"Finally here?! What kind of skill chip are you going to make?"

Before Ke Ling could answer, Pila poked her head out from the house next door, looking very interested.

Ke Ling gave Sasha an apologetic look, and the latter smiled and shrugged, indicating that she didn't mind. She was already used to Pila's personality.

"Pira, can you make skill chips?"

Ke Ling asked Pila, and from Pila's tone, it seemed there was no problem.

"Of course, there's nothing that Grandpa Pila can't do. Just tell me what skill you want."

Pila waved his hand and gave himself a thumbs up, looking like he was the coolest guy ever.

"breathe."

Ke Ling smiled and explained what she wanted to do.

"what?!"

Pila exaggeratedly leaned her head towards Ke Ling, her face showing a look of utter confusion, as if to say, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"That's right, breathing."

Ke Ling repeated it, his expression serious, which made Pila realize that Ke Ling was not joking.

"What's so great about breathing? There are readily available chips."

Pila looked on incredulously. There really was a breathing ability chip, which was used by people with special medical conditions.

As long as there is demand, someone will definitely produce it; there are plenty of random and unknown things that ordinary people don't know about.

“This isn’t ordinary breathing; look at my breathing.”

Ke Ling shook her head, then made the breathing technique even more pronounced.

"This"

Pila was a little embarrassed. To be honest, apart from noticing that Ke Ling was inhaling very deeply, he couldn't really see anything special about her breathing.

"no?"

Ke Ling looked at Pila with suspicion. Is this the same Pila who can do everything?

Although he didn't say it aloud, Pila clearly understood the meaning behind his gaze.

"Of course!"

Pila clenched his fist. Let's try it first and see if it works. He just made a boast. How could he immediately contradict himself and say it wouldn't work?

Without saying a word, Pila pulled Ke Ling into the inner room, which was filled with all sorts of strange and unusual things.

Oddly shaped bolts and nuts were scattered all over the floor, and a pile of parts that Ke Ling considered scrap metal filled the various shelves in the room.

"These are all my works of art."

Pila, however, seemed quite proud of these pieces of scrap metal. He opened his arms and took a deep breath, as if inhaling the fragrance of art.

"Forehead"

Ke Ling said he couldn't appreciate it. Does that mean he lacks the talent to be a street tech expert? Is it because he doesn't have the ability to find beauty in scrap metal?

"Please wait a moment while I prepare the props."

After taking a few deep breaths of the artistic atmosphere, Pila began fiddling with a pile of scrap metal, holding a screwdriver, a wrench, and welding tools.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Zizzizi!"

A burst of sparks and lightning flashed as Pila hammered and banged away, quickly pulling out a piece of "equipment".

"Come on, put this on, let me see if there's anything special about your breathing."

Pila handed Ke Ling something that looked like a steel vest, with a pair of hip-hop glasses attached to the other side. Pila had already put on the hip-hop glasses.

Ke Ling stared in disbelief as he took the "steel vest." He wondered how it had come to be without him blinking.

Technical expert, that's terrifying! Is this something I could have figured out?

Ke Ling wholeheartedly accepted the "steel vest," and his envy of the technical expert's abilities grew even stronger.

Although he didn't quite understand the artistic beauty of these scrap metal pieces, the ability to turn a pile of scrap metal into high-tech products was just too cool!

"Hmm? It seems there's actually something there."

Ke Ling put on the "steel vest" and began practicing her breathing technique, while Pila, wearing hip-hop glasses, became serious.

"Did you see it?"

Ke Ling suppressed the urge to complain. Pila was wearing exaggerated hip-hop glasses and looked completely unreliable.

"I saw that, you're pretty awesome."