chrome shelled regios fanfic

"This city runs on the fuel of broken minds, shattered dreams, and the very marrow of its people... I refuse to be another cog in the machine, and I sure as hell don't believe you can grow roses on a motherboard." Fuck, what kind of gonk would actually like a world like this? No built-in targeting in my optics, and I can't just slap on any piece of chrome I want. But hey, at least I've got my own special edge... I never wanted to be a legend. Never planned on making a big splash. All a guy named Rhys wanted was to keep his head down, hold onto his little corner of the world, and just survive. But why the fuck does everyone have to keep pushing him? So now— "It's time to show these chooms who the real legend is!" "Adam Smasher? That's a delta loadout of chrome, I'll give you that. Too bad my meat is just as tough! Come on, let's dance! I'll show you what a top-tier, all-natural athlete can really do!"

Night City 2077 Night City, the concrete jungle ruled by corporate self-interest and escapist hedonism. Gang warfare is rampant and violence is the lingua franca, and all it takes for a person to be dragged behind a corner and be ripped apart for spare parts by those less willing to merely scrape by in life is a single misstep. Merely surviving in such a place is an achievement, and to thrive is nearly impossible. Pretty bad, no? Unfortunately for our protagonist, misery oh so adores company, and he is born into this world ravaged by genetic disorders and deformities, barely scraping by in his torturous existence through the stubborn efforts of his parents. But not all hope is lost, for for all the darkness of the late 21st century, humanity trudges ever onwards and there may yet exist an escape from his cursed existence. Will our unfortunate protagonist manage to survive long enough to actually live? Or will Night City claim yet another soul undeserving of its fate? Find out on the next episode of- Yeah no that is enough of that. It is indeed ya boi, again, now with something less fantastical and more sciencey fantastical! Where we replace the racist elf with a... slightly less racist? borg boi. ...I'll workshop it. Anyway! As you may have surmised this is going to be a fic set in the universe of Cyberpunk (and maybe something else if I feel like it later on, who knows?) where the main character is going to be a full cyborg (not instantly mind you but pretty quickly) with the progression being tied in with him making upgrades instead of the usual more natural path. I've been on something of a cyberpunk binge recently and found the number and length of fics to be lacking so I thought I might as well toss my own two eddies at it. As always there is no plan at all whatsoever and we are doing this live but I do not expect it to stretch itself anywhere near the length of the Sorcerer's Tale (at least not on its own) since the Cyberpunk universe is not all that extensive in what it offers, at least not when compared to Skyrim. That being said I probably just jinxed myself into another million words of writing so imma shut up and just let you find out on your own :P And of course, before I can get spammed by one bajillion questions and comments, I am not going to say a thing about the pairings. Could be one, could be two? Point is you all seem to focus way too much on this and frankly I am going to keep it vague for the spite alone.

Cyberpunk: Angel of Chrome Synopsis: When Angel — a 40-something father, gamer, and modding fanatic — installs one too many Nexus mods into Cyberpunk 2077, he expects nothing more than a power trip and a weekend of solo fun. But a lightning strike and a glitched save later, he wakes up not in his home — but in the body of V, deep in the heart of Night City. Armed with overclocked chrome, military-grade mods, and the face of a digital god, V quickly learns this world isn’t just code and consequence. Every life he saves, every deal he takes, and every enemy he crushes begins to echo through the streets. From rescuing edge-runners to rewriting the rules of chrome, V’s legend grows. Nicknamed the “Angel of Death,” he doesn’t just survive — he changes the game, builds a crew, and starts something new: The Chrome Angels. But power this deep comes with a cost, and V must walk the line between man, machine... and myth.

During his first virtual reality experience in Cyberpunk 2077, Kai, an ordinary young adult, is mysteriously transported into Night City and trapped inside the very avatar he has just created. Thrust into the year 2075, one year before the events that will lead to David Martinez's tragic fate, he finds himself alone in a metropolis where weakness is a death sentence. Meanwhile, a strange livestream of his adventure begins airing in the real world, disguised as a simple ultra-realistic VR playthrough. Kai soon discovers that he possesses a unique system that allows him to grow stronger by changing the destinies of key figures in Night City. Determined not to become just another mercenary, he chooses an unexpected path: becoming a rockstar. As he rises toward fame, takes on dangerous jobs, develops extraordinary abilities, and desperately tries to alter lives destined for tragedy, Kai learns that in Night City, rewriting the future comes at a price. And sometimes, saving others is even harder than surviving yourself.

as the wise Oogway said once "if she leaves you for another, there is always her mother"

I've always loved the world of Cyberpunk 2077, the neon, the music, the drugs, the sex, the constant sense of dystopian doom littered through out it's world. It was fun when it was just a game. Safe. Distant. But now I'm stuck here for real. In a body that the powers that be would jump at the opportunity to dismantle. The good news? It's a walking armored weapons platform that could nuke a city block in under a second. The bad news? It's damaged and the only person who could fix it is a dimension away

Night City The most dangerous city in America But for some, it’s a city of opportunities, a city of dream Eva is one of these people, a former Nomad looking to make something of herself within Night City, a place where Legends are made. Will she become another NC Legend, or will she die trying?

Disillusioned after learning Dumbledore planned his death, sixteen-year-old Harry rejects the Ministry's Order of Merlin and flees to Los Angeles with Sirius, Ron, Hermione, and Kreacher. Two years later, Harry graduates as a mechanic and opens a garage stocked with magically modified muscle cars — setting the stage for his entry into the underground street racing world. I hope you're enjoying the fanfiction so far! I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. Whether you loved it, hated it, or have some constructive criticism, your feedback is super important to me. Feel free to drop a comment or send me a message with your thoughts. Can't wait to hear from you! If you're passionate about fanfiction and love discussing stories, characters, and plot twists, then you're in the right place! I've created a Discord server dedicated to diving deep into the world of fanfiction, especially my own stories. Whether you're a reader, a writer, or just someone who enjoys a good tale, I welcome you to join us for lively discussions, feedback sessions, and maybe even some sneak peeks into upcoming chapters, along with artwork related to the stories. Let's nerd out together over our favorite fandoms and explore the endless possibilities of storytelling! Click the link below to join the conversation: https://discord.com/invite/HHHwRsB6wd Can't wait to see you there! Thank you for your support!

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!

In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?