Disaster Simulator, global collapse begins.

He was constantly testing and issuing various commands, while Chen Jie was secretly observing from within the team.

These mechanical soldiers are highly intelligent—much more intelligent than the county soldiers summoned by Xiongcheng County Annals, and can understand many complex commands.

Even if it's not artificial intelligence, it's very close.

"Which company was that visit that day?!"

Joseph interrogated the Hyena gang leaders separately, only to find that they didn't know either.

"The Bloodscale Gang, who manages the sewer entrance market, should know." To save their lives, the Hyena Gang's leaders spilled everything they knew.

"They are more powerful, and those mercenaries are unwilling to clash with them, so they always pay a toll to them..."

Just like running a quest chain, Joseph once again charged towards the Bloodscale Gang.

This time the resistance was much stronger, with all sorts of homemade explosives and Originium Arts, but in the end they were all crushed to dust by the steel torrent.

After completing the Bloodscale Gang scenario, the other party stated that he was also there to collect money on orders from the Shadow Kingdom.

The Shadow Kingdom, the organization that controls the slums of Night City, includes entities like the Bloodscale Gang that manage sewer entrances and exits; these are all part of their domain.

"It feels like I've beaten the younger ones and now I'm beating the older ones..." Chen Jie, who was following the team, thought to himself.

She knew perfectly well it was the Loken water tank, but she couldn't tell Joseph directly, so she could only let him wander around like a headless fly.

Next time, learn from this experience and develop a more comprehensive plan, such as setting up several guide NPCs.

"I'll definitely do it next time."

Although he answered the simulator this way, Chen Jie knew in his heart that if he didn't change his mindset, with this cat-like brain, he still wouldn't be able to come up with any complicated plans next time.

But no problem, if tactics are lacking, firepower will make up for it. There are nearly 10,000 Terminators, each over two meters tall, fully equipped with weapons and capable of self-repair.

It would be no problem to massacre the entire Night City underworld, it's just that the process would be a bit complicated, take more time and effort, and involve killing more people.

Fighting the Shadow Kingdom seems to mean truly making an enemy of the entire underworld.

But Joseph, a man who had already gone mad, didn't care about anything else, like the future or what others thought... He just wanted to kill!

The entire slum was awash in blood, which alarmed many powerful forces, especially the Sarkaz mercenaries, one of the four major security companies.

It turns out that these gray areas in the slums were under their control.

Sarkaz mercenaries surrounded the sewer entrances and built a makeshift defensive line, engaging in a fierce battle with the mechanical guards for several days.

Both sides suffered casualties.

The fact that both sides suffered casualties means that the Sarkaz team lost, because the Soul Steel Machines can self-repair.

This matter even involves the Ten Kings Court behind the Sarkaz mercenaries, including the Elders of the Immortals.

This is the first time ever that a mechanical guard has been controlled by a specific individual!

For a long time in the past, they would only patrol around the ring wall and the black tower, fighting back against those who tried to destroy them.

In the end, the Sarkaz mercenaries gave up and retrieved the data from that day.

Despite receiving protection money, they betrayed the Loken Water Tank Laboratory without any psychological pressure.

On this day, a well-organized army of machines marched out of the sewer entrance.

The Sarkaz mercenaries removed the roadblocks and stepped aside. Unlike their own battered state, the mechanical soldiers looked brand new, gleaming with silver light!

……

Chapter 135 Flesh and Blood Suffer, Originium Ascension!

When the Loken Tank Laboratory building was surrounded by a massive army of silver-white mechanical guards, Loken Williams knew he was doomed.

He could escape through the secret passage, but the message this sends is—

The Loken water tank has been abandoned by beach umbrellas.

Night City is a city full of contradictions. When faced with the outsiders who are desperate to join them, the giant corporations are united against a common enemy. However, when they don't need outsiders, they fight each other mercilessly.

The kind that would knock the dog's brains out.

Every few years, there are companies that are wiped out or acquired, which is a feast for the entire city.

Now, the hungry hyenas finally set their sights on Loken's water tank. They didn't even need to look out to be sure that squads from various factions were active around the mechanical guards.

We're just waiting for that madman to lead the charge and destroy everything, then lick the scraps of data and information from the ruins.

Loken Williams did indeed plan to have Loken Tank devoured, and he did so by passing on some incriminating evidence or bait, which would allow him to fake his death and escape...

But not now!

That experiment isn't finished yet...

boom--!

Da da da da...

The sound of gunfire could already be heard outside the window, and he knew that the building's security wouldn't be able to hold off those mechanical guards for long.

"*Colombian profanity*, where did those lowlifes in that filthy cesspool find their control methods?"

If it were a regular mechanical army, a single Originium fission bomb would likely be enough to easily wipe them all out.

However, those mechanical guards are made entirely of Roman alloy, which is even more expensive than pure Originium. They can self-repair at high speed and freely change various weapons according to the target defense, which is why they are difficult to stop.

Loken Williams pressed the button, and his secretary entered the room.

"Where is that madman's daughter?"

"It's been found out. He died a few days ago in a consciousness transfer experiment."

"Is the body still preserved?"

He had a sudden inspiration: if she were still alive, he could install some machinery inside her skull to make her body move and pretend that she was still alive.

“They’re all gone, consumed by the T3 experimental group.” The secretary paused. “However, the brain tissue is still in the android production line.”

"Find a lookalike of his daughter quickly, arrest everyone in the T3 experimental group, and prepare to negotiate with them," Loken said.

"I don't think the other party will accept negotiations..."

"I know, threats or whatever, let's stall for time as much as possible."

The secretary left, while he took the elevator down to a secret underground laboratory—at this point, he had no choice but to take a gamble.

Change clothes and disinfect.

The reason he's damaged so many brains over the years is because he's been secretly researching consciousness transfer experiments!

The first step is to find a suitable carrier of consciousness. There are no shortcuts in this step; it can only be done through exhaustive experiments, just like Edison searched for the right material for a light bulb.

Mechanical chips, liquid Roman alloy, other people's brains... After testing nearly ten thousand materials, it was finally discovered that Originium is an excellent carrier.

This was followed by a series of transfer experiments.

The goal is to increase the success rate and reduce the danger to the transferred individuals. Initially, the success rate of the transfer was only one in ten thousand, and the consciousness of the transferred individuals would fall into madness and confusion within about seven days.

Ultimately, it vanished into thin air. Strangely, the Originium that served as its carrier gained a few grams in weight.

Originium seems to possess some kind of spiritual and conscious attribute...

Using this as a breakthrough, and sacrificing a large number of lives, the success rate of the transfer and the duration of conscious stability were greatly improved.

As the mastermind behind the experiment, Loken Williams firmly believed that he was the chosen one and the only genius, tasked with saving Terra and elevating everyone to godhood.

Generally speaking, these kinds of geniuses do have a certain kind of adolescent fantasies.

Now, the success rate of consciousness transfer has reached 50%. Even if the transfer fails, it will not cause death, but will only make people mentally impaired... In his view, success is just one step away.

As a result, this kick remained unused for several years.

The many androids sold in Night City were all consumables from his failed experiments.

He was about to make a breakthrough and had even started plotting to betray the beach umbrella company when that madman suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The madman wasn't important; he'd heard enough curses and insults over the years. What mattered was that this madman possessed power capable of rivaling a security company.

"What a crazy world!"

Loken spat and lay down on the cold lab table...

"Start the transfer device."

On the other side, a brain carved from pure Originium, resembling a piece of black crystal art, slowly rose up.

Carving the Originium into the shape of the transferee's brain would greatly reduce the risks during the transfer, and he had already prepared for this. After scanning, he used a 3D printing device to replicate the brain at the cellular level, 1:1.

He felt the surrounding scenery begin to separate him, the transfer began, and the Originium brain was gradually infused with the liquid Roman core.

This step is encapsulation.

By using this self-repairing nanometal, the Originium brain is prevented from resonating with external Originium and from undergoing deformation.

Only in this way can the time of the transmigrated being's self-existence be significantly extended.

Loken's consciousness went black, as if he had returned to the warm ocean of amniotic fluid. Then the surroundings lit up again, showing the location of the camera.

"I knew it! Hahaha! I'll succeed! I should, definitely, inevitably succeed!"

At this moment, all the machines in the laboratory began to vibrate wildly, but miraculously, they did not collide with each other.

Loken Williams manipulated everything around him. Unlike normal people who rely on personal terminals to control machines with their thoughts, which creates a sense of distance, these machines now seemed like an extension of his limbs, allowing him to control them with ease.

At this point, the beach umbrella company initiated secret communications with him, saying that a special envoy was about to arrive.

"You want to see me wail and beg for mercy like a defeated dog?" Loken sneered. "Then let's bring it on, hahahaha!"

The remote control device was implanted into his original body.

He then remotely controlled and connected four unconscious experimental subjects: three men and one woman.

After uploading himself to the Originium, he found that his mental strength seemed to have greatly improved, and he could also perform multi-threaded operations like a computer.

After controlling the five men and dressing them in their best clothes and equipment, four of them acted as bodyguards, protecting Loken Williams as he returned to the president's office.

Crash, clang, bang—

The envoy, as domineering as the beach umbrella company behind him, drove his speeding car straight into Loken's office.

“That’s my favorite floor-to-ceiling window.” Loken, sitting in his chair, took a sip of red wine. “Below it, there’s an entrance to a sewer.”

"The company was initially located here to make it easier to capture experimental materials..."

“At such a great distance, people the size of ants are going in and out of the cave, while I can sit here and easily decide their fate.”

He smashed the wine glass in his hand.

"And you destroyed it!"

The envoy was speechless. This man must have lost his mind. He was about to die, and he was still putting on an act.

……

Chapter 136 I hate two kinds of people the most: riddle tellers, and people who won't let me be a riddle teller.

The envoy looked at Loken Williams and snorted with a nasal tone:

"If that's your mental state, I think we don't need to discuss anything further."

A madman is worthless in this city rife with madness.

"You're not even planning to offer compensation?" Loken raised an eyebrow.

The more apprehensive he was when he took the elevator down to the secret laboratory, the more arrogant he became now.

The Originium Brain and other useful prosthetics have been sent away through secret underground routes, leaving only his original body and four experimental subjects behind.

Who can do anything to him, or even try to beat him up through the internet?

Don't be ridiculous. The security of the Virtual Terra server is so high that since the empire collapsed and the emperor disappeared, no one has ever been able to find another person's personal information by following the network cable.

Once, a Colombian congressman got into an online flame war. Unable to handle the situation, he got angry and mobilized his company, hiring hundreds of virtual technology experts, but they still couldn't find the other party.

Eventually, he became withdrawn and quit the internet due to cyberbullying. From then on, he set up his own server and created the Night City intranet.

Never connect to free networks or WiFi indiscriminately. This is a well-known rule among every resident of Night City. These privately hosted servers are a haven for hackers. Only Virtual Terra is absolutely safe.

Some hackers even suspect that artificial intelligence, something straight out of science fiction, exists within the virtual Terra...

In short, unless the emperor is resurrected, no one can find another person in the virtual Terra by following the internet connection.

"Then come and witness the greatest work of this generation!"