My name is V and I'm a wanderer.

Speaking of the story of the past, I can't remember it clearly, but I can only recall the general context.

After all, for as long as I can remember, I have been following my family in various states in New America, like a group of wild rats without a home, wandering around the states, just to make a living, and the only scenery I see is yellow sand.

We are a bunch of street kids... When someone buys or sells us, we help us to sell our lives; When a company's transport convoy appeared, we dared to rob it; Where business opportunities arise, we wander in search of opportunities

We have the ability to survive in such difficult circumstances as the Badlands, and the rest of the family is my family, and we trust each other and work together to face the difficult situation.

Unity is the foundation of a wanderer's family.

When I became an adult, I earned a car of my own in the family and officially became a combatant in the family, so that I could go out with my predecessors to do business, earn a living, and increase my knowledge.

A few years have passed like this, and the monotonous life day after day is really nothing to recall.

It's just that during this time, I also found that I had a bit of talent in hacking, so the family pooled some money and found me a reliable hacker as a teacher, who was responsible for teaching me some practical hacking skills.

Hackers are a relatively unfamiliar but extremely important profession for the wanderer family, and every hacker is a sweet and sweet spot in the family and an extremely important strategic talent.

We are vagrants – off-road vehicles, fuel, and the supplies they carry are what we need to survive.

Such difficult living conditions doomed us to find it difficult to free up resources to train a hacker.

Hacker base station, professional black customer service, deep-diving coolant... and other materials, all of which are things that we are in short supply.

So, become a combat, cyber diving, technical hacking... This kind of well-rounded next-generation hacker is unlikely to me.

I was naturally "biased", and I became a hacker who only practiced in practice.

However, a hacker who can only fight is also a hacker after all, and I am grateful to the clan for providing me with this learning opportunity.

Since then, I have done my best to contribute to the survival and development of my family.

I thought that this life might be like this, dedicating my life to the continuation of my family, and I might stay in the bad land for the rest of my life, accompanied only by my family, yellow sand and off-road vehicles...

However, this thought continued until the day my grandmother died.

Grandmother was the head of the family and the oldest person in the family, she had been old and frail for many years, and every time she saw her, she looked trembling.

Although she is still old, she is the only one who has enough prestige and foresight to lead her family to survive in the Badlands.

Now that she is old and dead, this is undoubtedly the luckiest thing for a wanderer, most wanderers actually have a hard time surviving the day when they can stay in the family and eat because they are "old".

Even I didn't expect myself to die of old age.

As soon as my grandmother died, the family began to fall apart... Decline became inevitable.

The position of the head of the family began to be replaced, and no one could stay in that position for long, and each heir either died in an accident or was forced to step down due to lack of ability.

The family gradually declined, and internal divisions gradually appeared, which is undoubtedly a kind of slow death for the wanderer family who takes "unity" as the survival criterion.

One night, I was sitting on the roof of my RV, looking boredly at the night sky, with a senior sitting next to me.

His name was Marl, and he was a good senior, and he used to take me out to work, and now he sat with me and told me that he could already foresee the day when the family would disappear completely, and that it was time for us to think of some other way to make a living.

I replied that the family wasn't there yet, and that maybe we could hold on for a while.

He didn't say anything more, probably understanding my young feelings, and finally just patted me on the shoulder and didn't say anything.

Later, a nuclear explosion attracts the family's attention.

It was a nuclear explosion on the outskirts of Night City, and the cause of the incident may not seem surprising today, but at the time, the family thought it might be an opportunity, and we started to rush in the direction of Night City.

In the end, it turned out to be a bad decision.

As soon as we arrived in the Badlands around Night City, we came into contact with the forces here, and the other party was called the Randolph Society, a group of bandits entrenched in the Badlands area of Night City.

We had conflicts, provoked several conflicts with each other, and the family lost a lot of manpower and strategic resources.

As a result, we had to trade with the local Wanderer Families to buy more weapons and ammunition.

So the next day, I went on a mission with Mar and a few other clansmen to make a deal with another wanderer family.

The other party is a member of the Adicado family, and it is said that they are a great force in this bad land.

The transaction process was very smooth, the people on the other side were very trustworthy, and there was no moth, and we got the goods smoothly.

But in the process of returning to the family, an accident happened.

The Randolphs didn't know where they got the information about our deal, and we were intercepted on our way back.

The opposing side has more people than us and is well prepared, we are not opponents.

As a last resort, we had to run into an abandoned gas station and put up a stubborn resistance.

Each of us knows very well that this is not the way to go, but we have no choice but to stay here and wait for death.

Of course, there must have been other accidents at the end of this incident, otherwise you wouldn't have seen me here to talk to you.

- The Adicado family turned back to help.

It was a one-sided massacre, and a boy from their clan had killed almost all of the Blade Society's enemies alone.

And that was when I first met him.

His name is Lin Mo, a very mysterious boy, very handsome and quite charming

I won't say much about his personal situation, you just need to know that he is the noble man I have met after exhausting all the luck in this life.

After dealing with the Randolph Society, he invited Mar and I to visit Night City and experience its customs.

The two of us agreed, and the next day we were in Night City, where we had an amazing adventure.

As for the detailed experience, you can watch "The Redemption of the Kidney-Cutter"... This is an adaptation of my own personal experience.

To sum it up briefly, my bizarre adventures in Night City were very unseemly, and I was turned into a clown, worthy of being laughed at.

And so, early the next morning, Mar and I ran back to the family in disgrace.

After returning to the family, the whole clan knew about our interception and attack.

The old man in the clan immediately concluded that there was a ghost in the family, and the current leader began the "whole clan self-examination" operation.

But both Marl and I know that this so-called "all-clan self-examination" is nothing more than the current chief's exclusion of dissidents.

Because he is a "mergerist".

At that time, the decline of the family was already a foregone conclusion, and in order to protect the last living strength of the family, the leader intended to merge the family into the more powerful Wanderer family.

I was against the merger, and the Akito knew at a glance that the so-called merger was nothing more than kneeling and begging others to take me in.

Once you choose to do so, the family will completely disappear from the world, leaving no trace.

But I can't change that.

So after some time, the merger of the family was a foregone conclusion, and Mar and I found an opportunity to quit the family.

After leaving his family, Mal chose to go to Night City, but I didn't think I was ready, so I stayed in the Badlands and continued to gain experience as a lone wanderer.

Luckily, for some reason, the middlemen in the Badlands were very face-saving and often gave me small jobs, so I was able to mingle in the Badlands.

This life lasted until he met Lin Mo again.

The story is very simple, it is nothing more than receiving a task from an intermediary, after I went to the agreed place on time, I happened to run into Lin Mo there... Sharpen the knife Huo Huo ready to cut people.

And the enemy he is going to cut ... It's a bit special.

Forget it, let's not mention this.

Also, I met some of his friends.

Naturally, those people later became my friends.

After Lin Mo had cut down all the enemies, he also officially invited me to go to Night City to ask for a living.

I said yes and left for Night City one day.

Since then, I have begun to lose track of who I used to be.

After all, Night City is a wonderful city, where a variety of colorful songs are staged every day, including mercenaries earning tickets, homeless people struggling to survive, rich people singing dogs and horses, poor people dying in nests, ordinary people dying innocently...

Because it's exciting enough, the city is like a big dye vat, no matter who you used to be, once you jump into this dye vat, everything in the past will be washed anew, and no one will care what you used to be.

Me too.

When I arrived in Night City, I became a mercenary, and at the same time, I could also be called a "marginal person", a hard-working person who wandered the edge of the city and struggled to make a living.

I started day after day doing work, doing tasks, killing, stealing, robbing... From stealing the data of the big guys to helping the rich find their lost vehicles, I can do whatever the task.

But in fact, I didn't make much money at all, and most of the time I was paying off my debts.

Because once, Lin Mo entrusted me to fetch something, and I accidentally broke it.

It's a network access warehouse that houses the data heritage of the old era, and its value is immeasurable.

I plugged in, read the data, and immediately understood that this was a "martial arts cheats" in the hacker world, and it was also a "peerless" level martial arts cheats

I've learned a lot, and I've grown amazingly in my hacking skills, and I've become the city's "apex predator."

Perhaps, this is the "opportunity" that outsiders often praise and can only be encountered in Night City?

But the only problem is that these "magic cheats" are burned immediately after reading, and they cannot be restored, and the network access warehouse is completely scrapped and turned into garbage.

I broke the deal, I broke the goods, and I got the biggest bargain...... As a matter of course, I owe Lin Mo a lot of debt.

Even though he didn't seem to care, I was determined to pay off the huge debt.

I started my part-time life day after day, and the "magic secrets" I learned from the network access warehouse were gradually digested, understood, and absorbed by me.

I've become stronger, the very strong kind, the one who stares at whoever dies.

The IcE protection of ordinary enemies is as fragile as a piece of paper in my eyes, and I can freely stuff the pre-loaded puppet programs in the network access warehouse into their bodies.

Even if it is the elite of the company, their IcE protection is nothing more than a sturdy piece of cardboard, I can break through their protection program with a light poke, and then with a sweep of my eyes, they will immediately close their eyes and fall obediently.

From a skilled practical hacker to a hacker who stares at whoever dies, my fame has skyrocketed in the hearts of people from all walks of life.

Naturally, I made a lot of friends because of this.

As for the reason for the leap and bounds in strength... To be honest, I don't know why.

Maybe people are like this, if you don't push yourself, you will never know how strong your potential is.

I'm the same way, the monotony of the wanderers of the past has limited my growth, and I've never really understood myself for so many years...... It wasn't until I arrived in Night City that I gradually discovered how powerful my true self really was in this wonderful city.

People always have to try something different, otherwise they will only spend their whole life without knowing it.

Now, with such violent power, I have to do something that ordinary people can't do in order to realize my value, otherwise I will waste such unmatched strength.

Of course, by the way, it is also to earn money to pay off debts.

So, as it stands, when the city was about to storm, I received one of the most difficult assignments ever from the most familiar middleman

- Single-handedly take out all the security forces of the Arasaka Tower!

There is no doubt that this task is difficult, and it can be described as overwhelmingly difficult, and the people who can do such things in the world today are either crazy people or monsters.

Without a doubt, I should be the latter.

After taking the commission, picking up the prepared weapon, and stuffing the Mewtwo recording chip into the processor, I took a taxi and went downstairs to the Arasaka Tower.

The rock 'n' roll was pumping in the company square, there was a concert going on, and lead singer Johnny Ginshand was barely a friend of mine.

In the past, he would only spew feces all over his mouth, and the dog could not spit out ivory in his mouth, and he was a pure rotten person.

But today, I was a little surprised to find that the song he sang seemed to be a little good?

However, now is no longer the time to listen to songs.

The lights are bright in the dark, and the company square is still as bright as in the daytime, and the flickering concert lights are intertwined like swords staggered and piercing the sky.

Dark clouds coalesced above the sky, and dripping drips of rain fell and fell to the floor, and the whole world was plunged into rain.

Suddenly, for some reason, the singing stopped, and only the faint sound of rain echoed in the heavens and the earth.

I don't know who this rain is for, but I know very well that it must not be me.

I wiped the rain from my forehead, responded to the dragon in one hand and the eight-star gun in the other, and strode into the Arasaka Tower.

My name is V, and I'm a mercenary in Night City.

I, the world's great achievements, make your generations despair!