Arasaka Tower, faintly remembered.
And the powerful nuclear bomb.
Crushing all enemies.
Even staying up all night isn't tiring… So touching.
Douban dares not rate it, old players collectively hang themselves.
The machine began to hum, various pipelines and indicator lights began to flash blue, and amidst sounds similar to a charging pile, white mist began to rise from the sleep pod—that was the sign of the relic chip taking over this Chassis.
"Here it comes, the main event!"
Berry wiped away non-existent cyber-tears from the corner of her eyes, her gaze nervously fixed on the constantly flashing readings of the humanoid icon on the terminal.
Rogue, beside her, looked at the sleep pod expressionlessly, but her pale knuckles gripping her clothes showed that she was not calm inside.
And from Johnny's perspective, all of this seemed even more magical.
In the void, Johnny didn't even know the exact second his consciousness returned.
First, a slight vibration, initially seeming to be from outside, then Johnny realized it was his own body vibrating.
Then came the cold.
Johnny felt like he had entered a freezer; otherwise, why would it be so cold?
In the past, he would have started cursing, but now he only felt curiosity.
That's right, curiosity.
He actually had sensations, feeling cold, feeling dizzy; these ordinary, even unpleasant, experiences for a living being now brought him a long-lost sense of security.
It instantly broke him free from the sense of isolation from the world he had felt as a digital life form.
It was as if he had truly come alive.
Amidst the clamor, Johnny opened his eyes.
His vision was blurry; he saw two figures discussing something in front of him, but he couldn't hear them clearly.
Johnny's attention was more focused on his sense of smell.
As his nasal cavity functioned again, the long-lost air, mixed with the stuffy, oily smell of the basement, entered his nostrils, passed through his lungs, and was finally exhaled.
Of course, all of this might just be an illusion; Johnny wasn't even sure if he had lungs or similar organs now.
But even so.
He still forced himself to adapt to these somewhat unfamiliar sensations, making himself clear-headed.
His vision gradually cleared, making the two figures in front of him distinct.
One was that strange little Girl, with breasts no bigger than a bun, almost non-existent for a big-boob-lover like Johnny, the kind of Girl he wouldn't even glance at in a bar before.
Only perverts who liked lolis would find this type appealing.
Johnny curled his lips in distaste and looked at Rogue on the other side.
Yes, Rogue.
Johnny knew she would come.
That damned wild Girl couldn't escape him; he knew it all along.
Rogue might be a bit older, but in Johnny's eyes, she was pretty much the same.
Still exuding wildness, competence, and suppressed passion.
She was the type Johnny wanted to screw.
But her current gaze was a bit strange.
Johnny felt a bit confused because Rogue's current gaze was not what he had imagined.
He could understand if it was anger or pity for a parasite.
But why was it like this?
Was there joy in those shining eyes? Or schadenfreude?
Looking at Rogue's strange expression, Johnny almost thought his face had been painted like a red-nosed clown.
But all of this couldn't suppress Johnny's joy at being reborn.
Ah, freedom, long-lost free air.
Although Night City was rotten to the core, Johnny found himself intensely missing the smell of the sewers emanating from its alleys.
"...Night City, I'm fucking back!"
Johnny was so emotional that he didn't even notice his voice sounded a bit off.
He struggled to climb out of the sleep pod, his bare feet landing on the ground.
"What the hell are those looks for? Get me some clothes, quickly, don't just stand there gawking."
Johnny felt the dampness under his feet, wiggled his small toes, and enjoyed this rare sensation, feeling a bit more relaxed.
If he were to put it into words, his hatred for Arasaka had lessened by two points.
However, when he came to his senses, he found that the two people in front of him were still looking at him with strange expressions, as if there was something odd on his face.
This made Johnny inevitably furious, and he cursed out loud.
However, based on Johnny's understanding of Rogue's personality, with such impolite words, that Girl should have retorted.
Yet Rogue still didn't speak; instead, she rubbed her chin, slowly scrutinizing Johnny from head to toe.
"Fuck."
Johnny cursed; Rogue's gaze swept over him like a tangible force, making his skin crawl.
He used to only do that to Girls; now that it was happening to him, he instantly felt uncomfortable all over.
He hadn't intended to stop there, planning to curse Rogue, who was acting strangely for some reason, back to her senses, but then he suddenly realized he was looking up at Rogue.
Hmm? Looking up?
Johnny immediately felt something was wrong.
Was he that short? Or was Rogue that tall?
At this moment, Johnny was still accustomed to thinking instinctively.
In his perception, his body should be built one-to-one according to his original flesh, never considering that his body might have been swapped for a different model by some evil engineer.
So, this was why Berry and Rogue were struggling to hold back.
When a naked little loli stands with her hands on her hips and curses you seriously, you wouldn't be able to hold back either.
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