I Cultivate in Cyberpunk

[System] [Male-Oriented] [Reborn] [Cyberpunk] [Technology] [Cultivation] [...]

My name is Mo Yan, a Level Three highborn human noble from a space station. I possess resources and wealth countless people would kill to obtain, enough to buy several cities and countless commoners. But how many people could share the resources monopolized by the highborn?

"What! You want me to sign this? Why don't you just ask me to die!"

"Mo Yan, this is a decision from above. Who gave you everything you have now?"

Mo Yan died while plotting his way forward. The City in the Sky was a playground for countless conglomerates and a cage controlled by the true masters of human civilization. There were no secrets there.

He was thrown into a restricted area of the Native Layer, where commoners who had never even been exposed to gene serums beat him to death with sticks. He thought he had died and would never wake again. Yet a System suddenly appeared in his mind, offering to help him overthrow the entrenched rule of humanity's elite. All he had to do in return was take disciples, grow rare treasures, and build a sacred land of Cultivation.

Mo Yan awoke, back at the moment when he had to make that choice.

"So, if I sign, I can take this money and enjoy the rest of my life, right?"

Chu Yunyao looked astonished. "You've accepted?"

"There's nothing wrong with accepting. Either way, I've only got one life. Without a job, wouldn't life be easier?"

After Chu Yunyao left, a message was quickly sent to the person pulling the strings.

"A ticket to the Native Layer? Funds split up? Interesting. Is he planning to fight back?"