Samsara Space: They're all begging me to heal them one more time.

The silver train weaves through the colorful dimensional gaps, with countless distorted bands of light outside the window, like elongated timelines.

The train is about to arrive at the station.

[Next stop: Night City.]

Please take your personal protective equipment with you and disembark in an orderly manner. Have a pleasant journey.

[Loading world data... Warning! High-dimensional data stream intrusion detected... The underlying logic of the world has been deviated...]

[Difficulty level adjusted to: C+]

The cold, mechanical sound echoed in the carriage, followed by lines of mission text appearing on the wristwatches of each team member.

[Main Quest]: Until the Black Wall Collapses

[Objective]: Survive for 30 days in Night City, where the Black Wall is on the verge of collapse and "electronic demons" are rampant.

[Basic Rewards]: 2500 reward points, C-level side quest x1.

[Advanced Struggle: Original Sin Chip]

The Relic chip prototype stolen by Yorinobu Arasaka contained seven types of "low-level code" capable of rewriting the rules of reality. These were packaged into different Relic chips and named "The Sin Chips."

[Faction Mode]: This world features three cycle teams (Red/Blue/Yellow). There are no special rewards/penalties for interactions between different cycle teams.

[Hint: Your current team is Red.]

[Victory Rules]: The faction with the most Sin Chips at the end of the instance wins. (If the number of chips is the same, the remaining number of survivors in the Reincarnation Squad will be compared.)

[Winning Rewards]: All members of the winning faction will receive 1 B-level side quest and 5000 reward points.

If you collect all 7 Sin Chips, what will you obtain?

"Survival for 30 days? And a three-way battle?"

The fat man stared at the panel, his brows furrowed. "Boss, this sounds like we're going to spend a month in a meat grinder. And what's with this mission name, 'The Collapse of the Black Wall'? I remember the black walls in the game were pretty stable, weren't they? And the cyber demons... This doesn't feel right, does it?"

"The original story is the original story, and the alternate story is the alternate story. If everyone followed the walkthrough exactly, how would the train possibly reap the lives of the reincarnators?"

Ah Qiang was inspecting his prized Gatling gun, looking quite excited. "C+ difficulty means lots of monsters and generous rewards. I can't wait to try out my newly modified cybernetic body and Gatling gun."

"The focus isn't on survival, but on those 'question marks'." Zhang Yuan sat on the leather sofa, his fingertips lightly tapping the table.

His gaze swept past the word "survival" and locked onto the last line of hidden terms shrouded in mist.

"In cyberpunk lore, the Relic chip is a container that holds consciousness and the soul. And 'original sin'... usually refers to the seven deadly sins."

Zhang Yuan's voice was deep and calm, "Using the most advanced technological containers to carry the most ancient mystical concepts... seven chips, seven sins."

"If I'm not mistaken, the rank of that hidden reward is probably... beyond imagination."

[Teleportation countdown: 3...2...1.]

The white light engulfed everything.

……

Night City, Watson District, Little Chinatown.

Acid rain poured down, and the air was thick with the stench of rotting sewage and the acrid smell of cheap synthetic fuel. The neon lights of the holographic GG brand distorted in the puddles, like dissolving oil paintings.

"Sizzle—"

Deep in the dimly lit alley, with the faint sound of an overloaded current, several figures appeared out of thin air.

"Cough cough... What kind of lousy place is this?"

The fat man stepped into the oily puddle, disgustedly shaking the mud off his legs. "This is what a C-rank dungeon is like? The sanitation isn't even as good as the zombie world in Resident Evil."

"Chaos often means low entry fees and...high potential returns."

Zhang Yuan stood in the shadows of the alley, slowly adjusting his cuffs.

He was wearing his iconic "Platinum Holy War Armor" and a pure gold fox head mask, exuding a sacred and majestic aura.

In this cyberpunk-style, grimy alleyway, this extravagantly gorgeous fantasy heavy armor stands out out of place, like a deity from a mythical era who has stumbled into a junkyard filled with the smell of engine oil.

"Boss..." Ah Qiang tested the hydraulic system of the mechanical leg, and looking at Zhang Yuan's blindingly flashy outfit, he couldn't help but lower his voice, "Aren't we being too conspicuous? This outfit makes us a sitting duck under the neon lights. How about we change into tactical camouflage?"

"Ah Qiang, this is why you can only be a thug, while I am the chairman."

Through the mask, Zhang Yuan felt the slippery, slug-like sensation emanating from the inner layer of the [Troll Chieftain's Rotten Breastplate], like slugs crawling across his skin. His lips twitched slightly beneath the mask, but he forced himself to maintain a calm and composed tone:

"In this city, forbearance is the way for the weak to survive, but what we want to sell is 'power'."

He pointed to the dazzling sea of ​​lights outside the alley entrance:

"If our image isn't 'expensive' enough, how can we convince those big companies that we have the ability to solve problems they can't?"

"Remember, we are high-end 'third-party risk advisors,' not cheap mercenaries. Brand premium often lies in these unreasonable extravagances."

Before the words were finished...

boom!

A loud bang suddenly came from the main road outside the alley, followed by a barrage of gunfire and screams.

Zhang Yuan tilted his head slightly, and several red high-risk warnings flashed across the lens of the [Tactical Data Terminal].

"Look, the opportunity for a roadshow has arrived."

……

An asymmetrical massacre is taking place on the street.

A squad of fully armed NCPD (Night City Police) officers desperately fired from the wreckage of a police car.

Their opponent was a seemingly ordinary gang member with only the cheapest mantis knives implanted in his arms and low-grade subcutaneous armor. He should have been riddled with bullets long ago.

But then a bizarre scene unfolded.

Faced with a hail of bullets, the cyber psychopath neither dodged nor relied on his armor to withstand the attack.

He convulsed, and countless streams of scarlet, garbled data gushed from his prosthetic eyes, cochleas, and even the pores of his skin, forming an unstable red force field around him.

Da da da!

The moment all the bullets entered that red force field, it was as if they had hit an invisible wall, instantly losing their kinetic energy, hovering in mid-air, and then falling down like scrap metal.

[Interference of physical rules: Invalidation of kinetic energy].

"What the hell?!" The police officers stared in horror at the scene. "Seanwistan? No, wait, what... what is that?!"

The cyber psychiatrist slowly raised his head.

His facial prosthetics were severely overheated and red, and the sounds emanating from his mouth were no longer human screams, but rather an electronic reverberation of countless overlapping voices of men, women, and children, filled with a madness that was both sacred and eerie:

"0101...flesh and blood...suffering and weakness..."

"I am... the son of the Black Wall... data... ascended..."