Information + Chapter 1

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Original name: NewDavid (НьюДэвид)

Author: Amdkorn

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Synopsis

Our contemporary reborn into David from the Cyberpunk anime.

How will the story change if he doesn't join the Main team? If he's not going to be a lovesick fool about Lucy? if he meets characters known to us from the game and does not die by the beginning of the game canon?

You will find out the answers to all these questions by reading this fanfiction.

There are often "..." in the text, these are features of the author's style, and I will not correct this. There may also be Russian letters (features of DeepL translation), you can mark them, and I will correct them as soon as there is time.

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Inhale...

Exhale...

I slowly clenched my fist, then unclenched it and looked around the room I was in...

What can I say, according to my new memory, it's an ordinary apartment in the most ordinary megabuilding numbered H4, in the Arroyo neighborhood. And I woke up in the apartment that was rented by my mom, who recently died. Died in a gang shooting on the freeway.

But that's not all...

Inhale...

Exhale...

The guy whose memories, along with his body and skills I appropriated, was so crazy that when he found a sandevistan in his apartment, obviously taken off someone, he went to a familiar riper and installed it for himself.

Just fucked up...

He seems like a smart guy.

I was.

He studied to be an operative, but he also knew a lot about equipment and weapons, and this smart guy got an implant that appeared in his apartment from nowhere. And from a not-so-good reaper.

No, he's certainly one of the best in Arroyo and he had a business with a guy selling black brans, but there you go...

I shook my head and stood up and walked to the bathroom where I looked at the mirror.

Eighteen years old, almost finished studying at Arasaka's corporate academy, after which, with his grades, he should not only have been offered a job, but also implants of high quality. And this stupid move...

Although...

I'm probably wrong to judge him so harshly, he's still a young boy, even though his mother worked very hard, he was showered with love and the loss of his mom and the bullying from his classmates, which, after Gloria's death, only intensified.

Inhale...

Exhale...

And here's the rub, I know about the guy's past and the guy himself, not only from his memories, but from memories of an anime watched. The anime starring David Martinez. And in that anime he was a solo, working in a team, first under some boogeyman, and then as the head of that team.

Turned to the subject of implants and got cyberpsychosis, but realizing this, he left quite nicely, in a battle with Night City legend Adam Smasher. Dating some pretty girl and screwing another girl who was in love with him.

And the world itself was familiar to me from the game... Cyberpunk, but in the game there was almost nothing about the guy I was in, but...

Combining all this with the knowledge from my past life, I can say that this world is not a fairy tale. To survive here, I will have to work like a cursed man, and if I want not only to survive, but also to live well, I will have to work in triple mode.

I wrinkled my nose slightly...

David had always dreamed of going solo and becoming a legend of Night City, living a small but bright life, but I don't like this path. I've already died once, and I'd like to postpone the second time as long as possible.

"So, what do I do..."

I washed my face once more and looked in the mirror and grinned.

"I guess I'll start by searching the apartment. If there was an implant like this, maybe there's more?"

Coming out of the bathroom I looked at the urn with Gloria's ashes.

"I'm sorry, Gloria, I didn't mean to take over your son's body, but it seems he couldn't take the blows of fate in this reality. Or maybe Doc did something wrong when he installed the chrome. But in gratitude for such a good body, with a minimum of implants and sufficiently physically developed, I'll scatter your ashes in some picturesque place..."

I looked around the apartment, which was basically a one-room apartment, it had a large living room with a small cubby for the bed and a small cubby for the shower and washing machine. There was nothing else in this apartment, no comp, no secret room with weapons like in V's apartment.

Well, it's understandable, Gloria was a medical technician, not a mercenary, she just wouldn't have enough money for anything more than a simple apartment even with all the overwork...

Inhale...

So, where would you hide the gun?

I can't believe Gloria didn't have even the most crummy gun.

And the first thing I did was look in the closet where the clothes were, and there I found Gloria's jacket. After looking at it, I sniffed it. It smelled like a girl, but it was pleasant enough, so I put it on and went back to the mirror and examined myself from all sides.

Overall...

Looks good. So we'll just go like this for now.

I went back to the closet and started pulling out all the clothes. It wasn't much, but I'd put all of Gloria's clothes separately, so I could sell them at the commission shop. I could make a couple of eurodollars.

After putting all of Gloria's clothes in a separate pile, I noticed a small box at the bottom of the closet that contained a gun.

"Hmmm... Unity, a couple clips and a fifty-round box. That's a good start.

Nodding at my words I pulled out a gun and quickly loaded the magazines and put the gun in the pocket of Gloria's jacket, the jacket had very deep pockets and the gun fit there with ease.

"Hmm... So what's next?"

I further inspected the closet and there was nothing else in it. There was nothing behind the sofas, under the bed or behind the washing machine.

"So that's it, huh?"

I went back to the mirror and examined myself.

"Well, the face of course dumb, but the knowledge is there, there is a sandevistan, if the memory of the canon is not lying, it is a military model, as well as a pistol and two magazines each of which is twenty-five rounds. Not a bad start...

Nodding to myself I quickly went to the exit of the apartment and first thing I did was head to the nearest public phone point.

Yes, yes, there were such in this world...

A couple minutes of searching in the phone book and I found the phone number I wanted.

"Regina here, now tell me who the fuck you are."

"Hello, Regina Jones, my name is David Martinez. I was an operative at Arasaka Academy until recently. However, not too long ago, my mother died and I did something stupid... I need a job to pay off my debts and keep my house."

"And you decided to call me?"

I shrugged, even though she couldn't see me.

"You're a fixer, a very good fixer, and they say you're no stranger to a certain amount of pity. Which means there's a good chance you won't dismiss me. Especially since I wasn't the last one in my class."

"Huh, honest and speak respectfully... I have a couple of assignments that could be given for review..."

The girl was silent, and I did not hurry to interfere with her thoughts.

"All right, there's a place where the Scavengers are based. Not so long ago they took apart a girl from the corparts and even though her parents were not very rich, but they had enough money to hire a solo, even if it was a pro."

"Go where?"

Give me your private number, all details only to him.

Shrugging my shoulders I texted Regina my details, then literally a dozen seconds later the details of the assignment came to me.

"The customer's wishes?"

"There aren't any, just kill any Trashmen that happen to be there."

"Fixer's wishes?"

"Work as quietly as possible so as not to attract unnecessary attention and strangers are not harmed by your actions."

"Roger that. I'll call you after I complete the assignment."

"Yeah, come on..."

The connection's been severed.

And why was I calling from a public phone when I'd given Regina my own contacts? On the other hand, how would I know her contacts if I didn't have a phone book or a computer at home?

Shaking my head, I opened the data that was thrown to me in the message, then ran my eyes over it.

Hmmm...

Turning around, I used David's memory to orient myself where I needed to go, and quickly got to the monorail and took the train to another neighborhood. From the subway stop, I walked to the house where the Trashmen were holed up. It took me a couple minutes to find an inconspicuous back alley and I wrapped a rag around my face, then left it and calmly walked to the fire escape and climbed up it.

A couple of minutes and I'm on the right floor, but I don't rush inside the building, no, I carefully pressed against the wall, looking at what's going on inside. And pretty quickly I found the apartments where my targets were located.

And there's the entrance...

I grinned as I snuck under the windows to a small balcony that I easily jumped onto and climbed up to the window to look around the room.

Three...moving away from the window, I quickly climbed to the ceiling of the balcony, which was the slab that was the floor of the next floor balcony. It wasn't easy to hold on, but it wasn't too problematic. Only when I was sure I had a firm grip did I take a clip out of my pocket and, clamping it in my teeth, popped a single round into my hand.

Inhale...

And with an exhale, I sent the cartridge flying so that it was sure to attract the attention of one of the Scavengers.

"What the fuck?"

"Oh, come on. something must have fallen from above."

"Nah, definitely need to check it out..."

"You want it, you go fuck yourself."

"Fuck you."

And one of the scavengers did come out onto the balcony and began to look around carefully.

"It's fucking empty..."

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it and at that moment the door closed behind him.

A quiet jump and I'm behind Trashman, who didn't even realize that someone had landed on the floor behind him.

One hand movement and I wring his neck, then I lay him gently on the floor and survey the corpse. One shitty-quality knife and one unit, and only one clip.

I put the clip in my pocket, and put the gun in a corner, I'll pick it up on my way out. I can sell it and get some extra cash.

Once again, I go to the window and carefully peek in to make sure that both idiots have their backs to me.

With my eyes closed, I count to three and pressed the door open button and turned on my sandevistan, and in real time it wasn't even two seconds later, and I was already standing next to the first Trashman. I stabbed him in the temple, and without wasting time pulling the knife out I was near the second one and simply and without any fuss twisted his neck.

"Phhhh..."

A quiet exhalation and I drag the bodies to the balcony, where no one can see them by accident. They have only a Kalashnikov assault rifle of crappy quality and the same Unity. I stack the extra weapons in the corner, and after some thought, I put a knife in the temple and the two enemies whose necks I snapped.

With a chuckle I went back into the room and took a quick look around the room and found nothing of interest, but the room wasn't extreme, so I walked over to one of the doors and opened it.

Bathroom ...

Slipping inside I noticed several bodies stacked in a tub of ice.

I wonder... if there's anyone alive?

A quick pulse check and I realize there are no survivors. And the bullet holes in the heart area are a hint.

"Well, uh. let's move on."

I'm not sure I could have taken lives so easily in a previous life, and David. we weren't of the same mentality. we were. But dying and being in that darkness has affected me a little bit. I don't see death as a bad thing anymore.

So my conscience did not torment me, especially knowing what these ghouls do, it was hard to perceive them as people at all.

Exiting the bathroom I quietly made my way to the second door and carefully opened it quickly, peeking inside.

Five...

To risk it or not?

Quickly looking around I hid behind the speaker, which was quite large, and taking the bottle that stood on it carefully threw it at the wall so that it hit it and shattered.

Literally a minute and one of the garbage men walks in.

"Hey, Axe! What the fuck is going on?! Where is everybody?!"

"What?"

"It's empty!"

"Well, maybe they fuck bodies that are in the bathroom."

"I'll check it out."

He walks toward the bathroom, and I wait until the door closes with a quiet hiss, and I stand up and throw the knife, which goes right into the back of the bastard's head. After that I literally take three steps closer to him and stop him from falling to the floor with a loud thud.

To the balcony.

Quickly shrugging him off and pulling out the gun he never pulled out, I put another clip in his jacket, the body itself I put aside.

"What the fuck?!"

Another Trashman came into the room, and opening the door from the balcony I threw a knife at him, but I couldn't get to him before he fell, so picking up the body I quickly dragged him aside and pulled out my knife. But nothing showed up, and the guy was wearing a belt holster, with a unity and a knife.

A minute and I took off my belt and put it on myself.

As I looked out of the room I realized that the three remaining people didn't care about what was going on here and that made me grin evilly...

It's their own fault for being such losers...