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The Public Safety System said, "When darkness falls, close your eyes. Monsters, open your eyes. Werewolves, make your kill. Vampires, make your kill. Tengu, make your kill. Corporate security, make your kill. Mercenaries, make your kill. Gangsters, make your kill. Counter-terrorism squads, make your kill. Cyberpsychotics, make your kill. Biochemically Transformed, make your kill. Demons of Hyperspace, make your kill. Zerg of a different dimension, make your kill. Sorcerers of the Abyss, make your kill. Followers of a Million Concealed Charms, make your kill..." The Public Safety System said, "Dawn has broken, and no one died last night. The cyberpsychotics has killed all the monsters. Those who are alive, please speak." Li Pan said, "First of all, I'm not a cyberpsychotic, I'm just a little too spiritually aware."

Want to burn Night City to ashes? Want to overthrow these corporate enterprises? Want to try a fully immersive virtual reality game? What are you waiting for? Quickly order "Future Horizon - Cyberpunk"! You won't regret it! Free spots available! Huang Ban, Military Tech, Kangtao, Biotech, Su Petrochem: Where did these cyber nutcases come from? Ye Corporation: Don't look at me, you wouldn't mistake these jumping monkeys for rogue AI, would you? Blue Eyes: I don't know them. Night City's hottest sex icon: Why does every one of these lunatics want to kill me for a photo souvenir? Regina: Lin Miao, there are suddenly a lot of cyber psychopaths on the streets, do you have any clues? Lin Miao (whipping out a whip): I know, they are my loyal machine servants Player: Dog planner, get out here! Who taught you that implants need a separate set of equipment? Guns and bulletproof vests aside, even the damn body requires me to pay? And Adam Heavyhammer, Darling~~ My secret weapon will give you an unexpected surprise~~

"Technology changes life, making the world a better place." Firmly believing this statement, Li Er died from nuclear radiation and began his journey across different worlds-- "It's not me who is wrong, it's the world. Let's start by taking down Arasaka." "Impressive Cyber Prosthetics, good thing my Cybertron Prosthetics are not bad either."

It’s the age of superhumans! Genetic modifications, Cybernetic enhancements, magic enchantments- the choice is yours! For the right price, you can rise above the masses and gain power only ever seen in myths! For the right price! No matter how far humanity advances, power will always fall in the hands of the wealthy few. It was a truth Dante learned at a very young age and with it came a burning hatred for those who use power to oppress and dominate. The flames grew stronger once he found himself faced with the cruelty of those who rule from above. Left all alone in the world, robbed of everyone he cherished, Dante swore revenge on those who hurt him, but true power couldn’t be fought with hatred alone. In his search for a weapon that could help him take his revenge, Dante crosses paths with a certain Artifact, his fate taking a turn he could never have anticipated. =================================== This is not a Fan Fic. Check out my other works: Valkyrie Smash. Support the book on Patreon.com/Nomanalive

Reminiscent of no mere illusion within a world of urban supernatural abilities, the art of magic herein is one of rigorous objectivity and precision! The Magician's Code: 1. Unwavering belief in science 2. Never perform magic in front of muggles 3. Never break the magician persona Remember, if someone asks, tell them it's sleight of hand, that magic is surely a farce, a complete farce! One day, Jiang Shu discovers he can gain corresponding supernatural abilities through his magic performances. Thus, on stage, he believes in science, but off stage, he strikes with mighty blows. Simple magic tricks, solving minor mysteries, this is the ordinary day-to-day life of an average magician in a cyberpunk world. (This cyberpunk setting has no direct connection with any game and doesn't present any barriers to reading) (This story includes logical reasoning, magical detective work, magic analysis, and a light-hearted everyday routine, all of which will be featured.)

"Technologie verändert das Leben und macht die Welt zu einem besseren Ort." Im festen Glauben an diese Aussage starb Li Er an nuklearer Strahlung und begann seine Reise durch verschiedene Welten-- "Nicht ich liege falsch, sondern die Welt. Fangen wir damit an, Arasaka zu stürzen." "Beeindruckende Cyber-Prothesen, gut, dass meine Cybertron-Prothesen auch nicht schlecht sind."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ What can a saintess do in an era when gods are dead? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Special Tags: Modern Fantasy, Gender Bender, Saintess ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Real Author bambyeolgureum (밤별구름)

Transcending into the role of antagonists in the cyber game, with a daunting entourage of mesmerizing maidens, is indeed intriguing. However, it is lamentable that they are all mere pawns. The cerebral enchantress, possessing the capability to paralyze entire military forces, is hailed as the uncrowned monarch of the hacker realm. Yet, she falls prey to the protagonist's charm, ultimately succumbing to divulging corporate secrets, tarnishing her erstwhile reputation. As for the dark war deity, whose individual prowess can obliterate a squadron of mechanized warriors, as a mercenary, he bestows upon her the finest arsenal and perks within the conglomerate. Alas, the plot prevails; amidst a crackdown on the protagonist, a mutual affinity emerges between them, culminating in betrayal of the conglomerate in a certain denouement, aiding the protagonist in severing ties with her former self. Such instances abound. To avert a fate of stifling demise, he deliberates meticulously, arriving at a resolute decision. Observing the preparations for the impending assault on the protagonist within the corporate hall, Jonas beckons her into the confines of his office. Amidst the bemused gaze of her counterpart, a delicate collar materializes in his hand. "Miss Dark War Deity, surely you wouldn't want your sister to suffer indignity, would you?"

Some people perform joy so completely that nobody notices they’re drowning until the water is already over their head—and Riyura Shiko has turned that performance into an art form. Fifteen years old, purple-haired, red bow-tied, and explosively cheerful in the specific way of someone who learned early that being cheerful was safer than being honest, Riyura arrives at Jeremy High not as a normal transfer student—but as a walking thunderclap in a school uniform. Officially, he’s there for a “fresh start” after an incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline. Unofficially, he’s there because wherever Riyura goes, normality quietly packs its bags and leaves. Jeremy High is no ordinary school. Founded in 1876 under impossible circumstances—three suicidal teenagers, letters from a descendant who wouldn’t exist for a century, and a foundation built as much on suffering as it is on survival—it attracts the broken, the chaotic, and the unexplainable. Riyura fits in immediately… and completely disrupts everything anyway. From shouting greetings at trees to challenging athletes to dribble pineapples, from staging lunchtime operas about dumplings to turning every hallway into a stage, he floods the school with a kind of absurd, relentless energy that feels almost supernatural on its own. But beneath the chaos is something quieter. Something fragile. Because Riyura isn’t just trying to be seen—he’s trying not to disappear. Over the next four years, what unfolds is everything. Not just the ridiculous, high-energy nonsense of flying fruit and social disasters, but corruption networks, government conspiracies, psychic abilities tied to Edo-period bloodlines, time manipulation, preserved souls, and a brother who dies… and comes back? Government agents become allies. Truths unravel. The very sanctuary that saved them reveals the cost of its existence. And still—beneath all of that—the people matter most. Yakamira, sharp and analytical, alive against all odds. Miyaka, opening her pencil case every morning as an act of quiet defiance. Subarashī, scars catching the light as he declares himself to the world. Jisatsu, holding steady, fourteen months without a crisis. Pan, baking at 4 AM not because he has to—but because he chooses to. None of them are whole. All of them are trying. And together, they form something stubborn and unbreakable: a family built not from perfection, but from the refusal to let each other drown alone. Then comes graduation. Osaka. Cherry University. Cherry blossom seasons that feel too soft for everything they’ve survived. And the slow, difficult realization that surviving and living are entirely different skills. And many more characters in the main stage at that as per-usual. Riyura Shiko isn’t just the loudest person in the room. He’s the one most afraid of silence. His absurdity isn’t there to make you laugh—it’s there to overwhelm you, to push past the limits of what “normal” even means, to prove that being alive isn’t about fitting in, but about refusing to disappear. The humor isn’t clean, or even traditionally funny—it’s chaotic, excessive, and sometimes deliberately irritating. Because this story doesn’t aim to be funny. It aims to feel. Loudly. Uncomfortably. Honestly. This is the complete story of Riyura Shiko. From a teenager hiding behind a crooked bow tie and a perfectly rehearsed smile… to someone who slowly, painfully learns what genuine laughter actually feels like. From impossible walls to open skies. It costs something. It leaves something behind. Neither cancels the other out. THE NAMES… RIYURA SHIKO! - RATED MA26+. Still here. That’s always been enough. Because this series has the worst humor you could ever wish for. >;)

Proxy has a simple philosophy about life. Avoid trouble. Avoid fights. Avoid people who look like they enjoy either of those things. Unfortunately, Proxy also has Nyx. They grew up together. Stayed together. Drifted through the same corners of the city long enough that everyone eventually assumed they were a package deal. Proxy assumed the same thing. What he did not assume was that Nyx had reached a conclusion about him. A very simple conclusion. If someone threatens Proxy, they shouldn't exist anymore. Proxy, of course, doesn't know that. Not yet. Up until now, Nyx has been normal. Mostly normal. A little quiet. A little intense. That illusion lasts right up until the night they both found themselves on a tropical island with fighting for their lives. Welcome to the Corporate Death Game. Thirty-Six contestants. One island. Only the survivors get to leave. Proxy plans to survive by hiding behind a terminal, breaking a few systems, and staying far away from the violence. Nyx has a different plan. Because if everyone else on the island dies, Proxy will be perfectly safe. And now Proxy knows.