Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

"...I love this city, just like you love your mom. Back then, she abandoned you at the gate of the orphanage, and now she sees you on the street and asks you for a cigarette..."

Stan's broadcast was playing on the television. Harry, dressed in a black spiked jacket, was applying gun oil to his gun to the sound of the television. The cage on the table was empty. For some reason, the priest suddenly decided to take Hedwig back to his room to play with the bird.

After maintaining his gun and glancing at the large sum of money in his account, Harry felt instantly elated. So many small gold bars, a full fifty kilograms! He gave them to the priest to exchange for cash, but gold was scarce in Night City, so he had to exchange them little by little. Even so, the first portion of the gold was enough to buy a used Rayfield car—the kind sold in a reputable shop without spirit rings.

With the money in hand, Harry decided to spend it wisely. He planned to visit Old Vygotsky's clinic to upgrade his prosthetics, buy a new car, and also get some gifts for the rest of the team.

With that thought in mind, Harry walked out of the bar, hailed his Alvarado, and sped off toward old Vina.

......

"Old Vickers, get my prosthetics updated!" Before even entering the clinic, Old Vickers heard Harry's voice.

"Harry, welcome back. What's up? Made a fortune?" Victor handed his work to another person and turned to look at Harry, who had just walked in.

"Old Viktor, I have something to tell you..." Harry was about to speak when he turned his head and saw the man next to Old Viktor who was helping him with his work. He looked at Viktor with a puzzled expression.

"Don't worry, he's a very good friend of mine. Speak freely," Old Vieira explained to Harry, noticing his hesitation.

"You've certainly made a lot of money." Old Vie's words put Harry at ease a little, but he was still not quite sure. He didn't want to be robbed by a bunch of lunatics when he went out.

"Your concerns are very wise, Mr. Harry Sebastian Potter." The man turned to Harry. "In this city, even friends can never be completely trusted."

The man walked up to Harry, revealing a middle-aged face with a prosthetic eye gleaming gold. Although the man looked human, Harry had the feeling that he was facing a robot.

"Shall we get to know each other?" The man extended a hand, and only after Harry placed his hand in his did he say his name, "My name is Messiah Ohm, and I'm currently Old V's assistant."

"Messiah? Your name is anything but ordinary..." Harry gave Ohm a strange look. "If word gets out about your name, you'll definitely be in trouble."

Ohm gave a mechanical laugh. "Intelligent analysis, so I generally don't reveal my name to Old Vie who doesn't trust me."

Victor stood up from his chair and walked over to Harry to join their conversation. "Ohm is an old friend of mine. He only recently returned to Night City." Old Victor said with a smile, "You're really lucky. My old friend's prosthetic technology is astonishing."

With that, Old Vieira helped Harry lie down on the operating chair.

"Alright, Harry, choose what you want." Victor placed a panel in front of Harry. "Let's make this clear beforehand: only replacements, no additions, or your brain won't be able to handle it."

"I know, I know," Harry said impatiently. "Old V, why are you nagging like those old men?"

Old Wei said helplessly, "I'm not young anymore. If you keep teasing me, I might forget to give you anesthesia."

Harry chuckled awkwardly and obediently continued choosing a prosthetic body.

......

"It seems Mr. Harry is taking good care of his prosthetics. Look how satisfied he is with them," Ohm said with satisfaction, feeling the powerful force of the machine spirit on Harry's prosthetics.

Old Wei turned to look at Ohm helplessly. His old friend was exceptionally skilled, but he always insisted on his own ideas, such as that machines have their own souls and only machines with souls can unleash their true power.

"Alright, can we start working now?" Old Vieira lowered his head and took out Harry's alloy skeleton.

"In that case, I'll have to show you my best skills." Ohm stretched, his eyes gleaming with excitement. There were so few cybernetic bodies with souls in this world. He had finally encountered one whose entire body was filled with a powerful mechanical soul, and he even felt his passion being ignited.

Ohm lowered his head, sensed the mechanical spirit within the Mantis Blade, and muttered to himself, "Vashtor's craftsmanship is still so crude." Then, he picked up a scalpel and screwdriver from the operating table as cover, and a special power slowly emerged in his hands. To ensure that Old V would not discover him, he began to perform major repairs on Harry's body.

The pleasant replacement and repair process lasted eight hours, during which Old Vi was exhausted and out of breath, while Ohm was like a robot, constantly modifying Harry.

The original Crossroads Hunter was no longer repaired; it was directly replaced with the Crossroads Oracle. At the same time, Ohm also transitioned the machine soul on it. Without Old Vi's notice, Ohm secretly fused the enhanced tendon with the Train King tendon, occupying even less prosthetic capacity than the previous enhanced tendon.

Harry's golden hand had its mantis knife, Ohm, slightly increased in power. His other hand was also modified into a fusion of a gorilla arm and the mantis knife. Ohm also made a small patch inside.

After eight hours of modifications, Harry was brand new. Old V remained seated, staring at Harry's suddenly increased 10% prosthetic capacity, questioning his life choices and whether he had attended a fake school. Ohm, on the other hand, watched Harry with satisfaction, as if admiring a work of art.

Harry felt only one thing right now—"refreshed and invigorated." He had never felt so relaxed. The prosthetics in his body coordinated their functions, and all the machine spirits were linked together and connected to his brain, forming a powerful mental network. He felt that he could now have 100% control over his body without any loss of nerve transmission.

After resolving his own problem, Harry also visited the old captain, who had a real collection of nice cars.

Harry didn't spend much time choosing a car, since he immediately took a liking to Herrera, the villain on the tablet. The rest of the time was spent trying to bargain with the old captain, though of course, he didn't succeed.

The rest was about buying some gifts for the team members. After all, he felt a little guilty for not being able to help for so long. With that in mind, Harry started his new car and went to find gifts for his teammates.

......

Company Plaza.

A man covered in prosthetics and with strange runes around his neck stood on the road. He felt his vision blurring and his prosthetic eye flashed red light from time to time.

Lieutenant James Norris ultimately succumbed to the corrosive effects of the prosthetic body. He clutched a Salada in his hand, his hand trembling as if resisting something.

Finally, he reloaded Salada's bullets. His hands stopped trembling, and he raised his head, as if he had made up his mind, and walked step by step toward the police car parked by the roadside...