Song Zhaoyu, the most famous proud son of heaven among hundreds of Xuanmen schools, was aloof and unattainable.
Just when the immortal gate competition was attracting everyone's attention, once he traveled through
Eyes are closed and opened, neon lights are flashing, aerial vehicles shuttle between skyscrapers, and holographic advertisements are played on a loop without any lower limit.
Acid rain showered her head, Song Zhaoyu thought to herself: Have I finally gone crazy?
The most urgent thing right now is to find a job
HR1: Are you willing to work twenty hours a day for the company?
The system whispers: ten hours
Song Zhaoyu: ... Declined
HR2: We happen to be short of a garbage truck. Do you accept the prosthetic transformation?
Song Zhaoyu:…
HR2: You only need to pay 2.50,000 Coins for prosthetic surgery and 0.040,000 Coins for prosthetic maintenance costs per month.
Song Zhaoyu: I have no money
HR2 Smile: You Can Mortgage Your Liver
Song Zhaoyu fell into deep thought while looking at the salary of 0.15W a month in the job advertisement.
HR3: Welcome to the peach club.
Song Zhaoyu looked at the small leather whip hanging on the wall, the beautiful lights and the men and women with different styles, and escaped without saying a word.
Song Zhaoyu stood on the street. It always rained in the Night City, and the city became colorful under the rain. He took a deep breath and murmured: When will this world end?
Hard-spoken, soft-hearted, venomous tongue, cool and aggressive x double-dealing, arrogant and awkward
Purpose: Remembering the spirit of resistance
