The Creators: From Night City

All Heavens: The Creator Starting from Night City Author: Dongfeng and

Book Description: Good morning, Night City! I'm everyone's favorite host, Stan!

Some people say that Night City is always so decadent, and hidden under the bright lights and wine are the corpses of the lower class people. Others say that the truth of cyberpunk is eternal tragedy, death and loss.

But one big boss didn't think so. He saved Mann's team and sent David and Lucy to the moon. At the same time, he built a huge ecosystem on the moon to fight against the new orbital airline.

And Jack finally made his mark, becoming not only a prominent figure in Night City but also its mayor. Thanks to him, the lark, once tethered to the New America, escaped its cage and returned to true "nature."

As for V, it depends on whether you are asking about Valerie, who is vacationing with Judy at the newly built seaside resort in Haywood, or Vincent, who is accompanying Panam in running the [Badlands Ecological Park].

"All of this stems from our greatest 'anti-entropy', from our greatest company founder, Mr. Jiang Bing, who is known as the 'Creator'!

Punch "Arasaka", kick "Military Technology", and give "Biotechnology" a few slaps in the face, making them all crawl out of Night City in a panic.

Thanks to "Anti-Entropy" and thanks to our "Creator" Mr. Jiang Bing, we have such a wonderful day today. Let us start a new day together with cheers of gratitude to Mr. Jiang Bing!

Based on the world of Cyberpunk 2077.

Keywords: Zhutian, cyberpunk, subverting the world, technology, cyborg doctor, company, middleman, Monster Hunter, The Witcher 3, Resident Evil, Dead Space, Warhammer, and a little bit of love.

Chapter 1 Sex Doll

In Night City in 2076, the rain seems to never stop.

Rainwater filled with industrial waste and toxic particles with a pungent smell fell sparsely on the streets made of quick-drying cement, but it could not wash away the fog that lingered all year round.

The bright lights of the city center in the distance cannot even reach the almost deserted ruins of a building called Coronado Farm in the northeast corner of Santo Domingo.

Two sex dolls walked into a narrow and dim corridor in the building, one after the other.

"Anna, let's go back. There's no way there's a reliable prosthetics doctor here. In my opinion, this kind of place is full of drug addicts and homeless paupers."

The sex doll called Anna held the speaker's hand and turned her head, letting out a few drops of rain from her dark red fiber hair.

"Don't worry, Lina. You might not trust me, but I promise you, this doctor's skills are impeccable. Even Brother Finger can't compare to him."

"only……"

Speaking of this, the sex idol named Anna recalled something and her words paused involuntarily.

"Just what?"

Lina then asked.

"It's just that this doctor is a little weird. Everything about him is good. He charges very little and even lets you pay on credit. But the way he looks at people is a little weird."

"How weird is it? I can't help but want to eat you up?" Lina teased.

"That would be great, I can have sex to pay for the consultation fee. Let me tell you, this doctor is incredibly handsome, and his face is pure natural, without any facial sculpting or prosthetics."

"Then you didn't flirt with him."

"Of course not, I twisted my waist so much that it almost broke."

"So he just watched and did nothing?"

"That's not the case. That's what I find strange. The doctor's eyes don't look like he's crazy, but rather like he wants to dissect me."

"Ah! This man is not a kidney-cutting street sweeper, is he?"

"Don't worry about that. I'm still fine now, and I still have it this time."

While comforting her sisters, Anna took out a pistol from her leather bag. The pistol was slightly too big for a woman's hand.

A kinetic pistol produced by Constitution Military Industry - "Unification"

This pistol is often seen in the streets and alleys of Night City, held in the hands of gang members, vagrants, or some marginalized people.

Just like the name of the pistol, in this city full of egoists, anarchists, thugs, scavengers and countless monsters, this pistol is always persuasive.

With a cheap price and a lethal caliber, the owner can often win the argument with just one accurate shot.

Always win the argument.

The two men walked through the alley full of urine and feces while arguing, walked around the corner of the garbage dump that emitted a foul smell, and knocked on a rusty iron door at the end of the corridor.

The camera located above the two sex dolls' heads rotated and scanned the entire corridor. After finding nothing unusual, it returned to its original position.

Then the iron door opened smoothly in front of the two people with the crisp mechanical sound produced by the sliding rails running.

The inside of the door was unexpectedly clean and tidy. The space of about 30 square meters was neatly filled with many mechanical facilities that made the two sex dolls feel intimidated. The most eye-catching thing was a prosthetic transformation operating table in the center of the room, which was shrouded in a cylindrical beam of light descending from the ceiling.

The strange doctor they had been talking about along the way was standing next to the operating table, staring at them coldly.

The doctor glanced at Lina, his slightly half-open eyes holding a cold light, which made Lina's hair stand on end involuntarily.

Although she no longer has any body hair.

"Who needs medical treatment?"

The doctor asked, his voice surprisingly soft.

"He's so handsome." This was the first thought in Lina's mind.

Then he quickly responded to the doctor's question, "I, I."

"Lie down."

The metal operating table was pressed tightly against the artificial skin on Lina's back. She didn't know if it was because of the rain, but at this moment, she felt the metal of the operating table beneath her was extremely cold.

This terrible feeling involuntarily brought her thoughts back to the memories of the past.

That was the day when I had my first sex doll prosthesis implant surgery in order to survive. The operating table beneath me was so cold, and the excruciating pain caused by the entire reproductive system being dug out of my body is still fresh in my memory.

The sex doll's prosthetic parts, which had been aching dully, couldn't help but spasm slightly.

Looking at the bright light of the incandescent lamp above his head, a huge sense of uneasiness suddenly came over him, making the poor man's body and mind even colder.

Lina couldn't help but look at Anna at the door. Seeing that she had kept her hand in the handbag beside her, a few warm currents surged in her heart.

The doctor did not speak again, but pressed his warm big hands on Lina's abdomen. Before she could imagine anything, the sharp single-molecule scalpel had already cut open the artificial skin on her lower abdomen.

With the attraction of a special strong magnetic repair tool, the internal components of the prosthesis were unlocked, and Lina's entire lower abdomen to the base of her thighs were opened, revealing the interior of the prosthesis, which was a mixture of flesh and metal.

The doctor simply ran his hand over the cold mechanical structure, mumbling in a weak voice.

"Another Geisha Type II."

Lina, whose spirit was already extremely tense, asked a little too radically: "Is there any problem, doctor?"

"No, it's just that I've seen this model a lot lately. It seems to be very popular among sex dolls."

"How is that possible?" Lina snorted coldly.

"It's just the cheapest model. We don't have the money to install those fancy stuff, like behavioral chips or anything like that."

The doctor's fingers paused, and he didn't say anything. Instead, after a careful fiddle, he threw a small piece of metal stained with blood and mucus to the side of the operating table and gave a definite diagnosis.

"The micro-rotor responsible for the vibration function is malfunctioning. It's probably because it's been subjected to too much impact for a long time. I've taken it out for you."

"Fuck, I knew it was that 10-person trip yesterday that caused the trouble."

"Can it be fixed, doctor? Without this function, I can't compete with those other bitches."

The experienced sex doll spoke a lot of vicious words in a bland manner.

"This thing doesn't need to be repaired, just replace it directly. Unfortunately, I'm out of stock today. Please come back tomorrow and I'll restock it later."

The doctor gave instructions while methodically closing the prosthetic shell.

"Also, the broken rotor was removed for you. At least the dull pain will go away for now."

"Thank you, doctor. How much is it?"

Lina moved down from the operating table, but at the same time, she did not forget to hold up her huge "industry competitiveness", always wanting to "get rich through hard work".

The doctor lowered his head to organize the surgical instruments and did not react at all.

"It's 300 euros including the rotor. I can pay it all tomorrow."

Lina was obviously surprised when she heard the price.

"Oh my god, Doctor, you're not using some low-quality stuff, are you? It's damn cheap. But at this price, I'd settle for a used one."

"Um."

The doctor responded somewhat perfunctorily.

"So, good doctor, what's your name?"

When Anna at the door heard Lina's words, she hurriedly waved her hand to stop her, fearing that her familiar personality would disgust the usually gentle doctor.

After all, this is a black clinic.

Sure enough, the doctor didn't respond and made it clear that he wanted to send the guest away.

Just as the two of them turned around and walked out, they heard the doctor behind them speak softly.

"Craftsman, just call me craftsman"

It was not until they walked out of the alley and back into the rain that Lina suddenly hugged Anna's arms and acted coquettishly excitedly.

"Wow, he's so handsome and gentle. I feel like I'm in love, Anna."

"Your perspectives are determined by your five senses, right?"

Anna pulled out a [Uni-President] from her bag, scared off a homeless man who was about to make a move in the garbage dump not far away, and scolded him with a look of disappointment.

"You've been bribed by a little favor. If I were you, I'd say you should be more careful. How many times have you been cheated like this?"

"Hehe, but it does have something. At least my stomachache has been cured."

"Come with me again tomorrow, dear Anna. I can't do it alone in this pitch-black darkness."

"Okay, okay, I'm scared of you, little ancestor."

The two walked further and further away, gradually melting into the colorful lights of Night City at night.

The doctor who was teased by the two men, our "craftsman", was staring blankly into space at this moment.

Of course, that's just what outsiders see.

In fact, he is accessing a system that belongs only to him.

"Welcome [Apprentice Craftsman] Jiang Bing to log into the Craftsman Training System.

Today is the 136th consecutive standard solar day of logging.

The knowledge you recently submitted about [Geisha II], [Big Cannon IX], [Universal Artificial Skin III], [Civilian Brain-Computer Exchange Device IV], etc. has been included. This terminal has received 14 craftsman badges from the Seventh Crystal Wall host.

Related design principles have been summarized and uploaded in the past: [Neural Interaction Solution], [Colorful Diode (Fun)], [Civilian Brain-Computer Exchange Device Version IV], [Enhanced Kidney], [Qilusi Type II], [Unified Small Kinetic Pistol], [DR12 Quasar Revolver]... Click here to expand

Your personal attributes panel is being listed for you."

Name: Jiang Bing

Qualification: [Apprentice Craftsman]

Class Level: 2 (16%)

Domicile: B33 plane origin planet (Earth)

Location: Earth, numbered HXXD-C2W33

Presence Strength: 1.4

Composition strength: 1.7

Creator Database Access Level: 1 (36%); this is a 9% increase

Number of craftsman badges: 52

Current key issues: Research on the locking principle of intelligent weapons.

Memo: Today at 23:50, at the dock warehouse 150 meters west of the Good Come Back Motel in Santo Domingo, street cleaners are purchasing goods.

Yes, Jiang Bing is not a native of the simple-minded Night City, but an ordinary flower-growing social animal. He comes from the Earth numbered B33, which is shown by the mysterious craftsman training system. Before crossing over, he was playing cyberpunk all night and beating Adam with a hammer. The next second, his buttocks were empty and he fell directly into a garbage dump in the Santo Domingo district of Night City.

By the way, Jiang Bing is also an orphan, which makes him wonder whether orphans are more likely to attract the attention of some high-dimensional forces.

As an ordinary person who was born under the red flag, grew up in the spring breeze, and lived in peace for more than 20 years, he could not lift anything with his hands or carry anything on his shoulders. If it were not for the golden finger called the Craftsman Training System that appeared with the time travel, Jiang Bing would probably have been kidnapped by the scavengers and had his kidney cut off the next day.

Although Jiang Bing had a strong premonition that this so-called craftsman training system might be the culprit that caused him to travel through time.