1. An original cyberpunk setting, not a Cyberpunk 2077 fanfic.
2. The plot takes its time, but doesn’t drag. Plenty of satisfying moments guaranteed.
3. I’ve written a fanfic over two million characters long, so there shouldn’t be any major plot pitfalls.
4. I have an outline. The daily minimum is 4,000 characters, and I have at least half a month’s worth of chapters saved up. Send me a treat and I’ll update more right away.
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“This era really lacks imagination. I thought I’d wake up to cars flying everywhere, robots running around, and cities like crystal palaces… I never expected it to be worse than before.”
“You like cyberpunk?”
“It looks romantic, but… after experiencing it firsthand, it’s a total mess.”
“But last time, you said you were starting to like your life now. Why?”
“Because you’re an insufferable troublemaker who spouts nonsense to your elders and gives people headaches.”
“Because you’re so adorably annoying.”
“…Your brain must have frozen solid.”
“Hey, why’s your face so red?”
…Damn it, you crazy woman, you’ve got me worked up with anger!
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I’m Panlong, the strongest of Longya Harbor’s independents, the youngest among the strong, the highest-ranking among the young, and the freest among those in high positions.
…So how the hell did I let a woman get me wrapped around her finger?!
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Mr. Panlong, the strongest of Longya Harbor’s independents, the youngest among the strong, the highest-ranking among the young, and the freest among those in high positions.
He loves candy, can’t smoke, and pretends he’s trying to quit… just a big boy.
As for me, I’m just a slightly wicked older woman in cryosleep, with a secret in my head that could overturn all of New Babel~
