God-like Beginning

"Cyberpunk?" Marger took off his Doraemon mask and looked at Linuo with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, cyberpunk," Linuo nodded very seriously, as if he were proposing a feasible and highly meaningful plan.

Marger was silent for a moment, then asked, "Did you drink fake alcohol?"

"I don't drink alcohol, because when I was eighteen, I drank it once and then vomited a lot of blood," Linuo shrugged. "Later, when I went to the hospital, I found out I had vomited blood tofu."

"Is alcohol delicious?" Chabai asked. The stories Linuo told her always involved wine and half a catty of beef.

Linuo said, "Let me put it this way: adding a little urine to white wine makes it poison. Do you think something like that could be delicious?"

Chabai lowered her head, but I don't have urine...

"Miss Chabai, let me tell you—" Marger already knew about 2B's name change. He paused and said, "Whether it tastes like urine or nectar depends entirely on your loneliness."

Linuo immediately interrupted him and said with a straight face, "Alright, back to cyberpunk."

Marger: "Your transition is too abrupt..."

"What I'm going to say next, Chabai, you listen carefully." Linuo opened the mission panel, where the main quest [Eliminate the Unseen Elder] had already appeared. He said, "You should already know that the protagonist of The Witcher is named Geralt, and he has a daughter named Ciri. That Ciri can travel through time and space. There is a scene in the game where Geralt finds Ciri after she had been missing for a long time, and Ciri says she traveled to some strange places. She described one of those places like this."

Linuo's expression became very serious. He opened his mental database, retrieved the memory card, and said word for word: "The people there all have a piece of metal in their brains, and they can wage wars from afar using something similar to a telescope, without having to be there in person. Furthermore, there are no horses there; everyone has their own exclusive spaceship."

"But..." Chabai pointed to her head and said, "Where I used to be, us androids, the combat robots of the YoRHa squadron, also had this kind of... setting."

She still felt a bit unaccustomed to using the word "setting," as if every time she uttered it, it reinforced the concept that she was a virtual puppet.

"We entered Final Fantasy and met you people from Nier, Chabai." Linuo wrote the letters SE on a piece of paper and said, "Nier and Final Fantasy both belong to Square Enix, while The Witcher and Cyberpunk 2077 both belong to CD Projekt Red. Of course, this is just my imagination, and the difficulty is extremely high."

He tapped the mission panel to display the main quest before his teammates' eyes.

[Eliminate the Unseen Elder]
[Remaining mission time: 29 days 15 hours]

"The Unseen Elder's setup might be that it is undying and indestructible. Even if a Master Mirror could kill it, I still deeply suspect that the scenario has other hidden issues, otherwise this difficulty would be completely impossible to complete."

Linuo put away the paper and pen, stood up, and said, "Compared to eliminating the Unseen Elder, gaining Ciri's trust and traveling through time and space seems much simpler. The worldview of The Witcher is medieval after all, and the fear of most monsters stems entirely from the lack of ranged firearms. If we can really travel to the future, even if it's not Cyberpunk 2077, as long as we can get heavy firepower weapons, it won't be a loss even if the final mission of The Witcher fails. Besides, I've always wanted to try the feeling of carrying a missile launcher while jogging in the medieval morning."

At this point, he looked toward the carriage door: "So, returning to what I mentioned at the beginning, our main locked-on targets are: the Master Mirror who can kill the Unseen Elder, Ciri who can travel through time and space, and the Witchers who can enhance our strength. Old Ma, if you don't have any other insights or more constructive opinions, you can consider following my idea. If I'm right, we'll go to Cyberpunk and become cyberpsychos, get an arm upgrade for Chabai by the way, and acquire some overpowered weapons. If I'm wrong, establishing the aforementioned factional network won't do us any harm either."

Marger let out a cold snort, twirled the [Kenshi Character Creation Card] between his fingers, and spent 500 gold coins to unlock and use the card, revealing three black cards.

"Take one each. With these, we have a higher probability of encountering things like 'secret treasures'."

[Countdown: 30 seconds]

[Players, please prepare to get off the train]

Along with the system's voice, three carriage doors gradually materialized on one side of the train.

The three of them casually chose a door each and stood in front of it. The moment the doors opened, the [Kenshi Character Creation Card] in their hands emitted a glow.

At that moment, the doors opened simultaneously.

[Players, please disembark]

Linuo stepped out of the carriage door, not forgetting to add, "Let's try to regroup in a major city!"

As his foot crossed the threshold, a wave of dizziness washed over him.

Everything within his field of vision was covered in darkness.

Yet his consciousness remained.

In other words, he could still complain.

[The Kenshi Character Creation Card is screening a suitable identity for you]

[The identity selected by the card is closely related to your real-life experiences, personality, fragments of personal memory, and your abilities within the "Endless Corridor"]

[Your name is Linuo]

Linuo: "Is the system being this lazy?"

[You are a lower-class citizen of the Nilfgaardian Empire]

Linuo: "Starting as a street punk?"

[Ever since your parents died and the family's herbal shop was commandeered by the army, you were forced to leave the city due to livelihood pressures. You plan to head north to Novigrad, where there are more opportunities]

"Eh? Wait?"

[Someone told you that the outside world has been uneasy lately, with many monsters appearing nearby. You don't believe it—monsters were long ago wiped out by the army's firearms, how could any remain]

[Yet they still claim that monsters which can only be killed by silver weapons have appeared]

"Ah...?"

"Firearms?"

"It's not the Middle Ages anymore?"

[Hey, friend, monsters can't withstand artillery, you say this as you hoist your ancestral crossbow and hit the road. That very night, you are waylaid by bandits]

"So I don't even get a gun, is that it!"

[That gang of bandits engages in human trafficking. They think your skin is delicate and tender, and figure you can be sold to one of Novigrad's male companion bars]

"Ha, this is great—becoming a host!"

[The bandits are waylaid by another gang]

"..."

[You are rescued by a group of people wearing red church garments]

"I feel like there's another plot twist..."

[They think your skin is delicate and tender, and figure you might have other uses]

[Judging by the insignia, you realize they must be the northern "Eternal Fire Cult"—yes, that extremist church organization that persecuted witches a few centuries ago]

[You realize the situation is quite ominous, but an even worse situation follows]

[Along the way, you hear them discussing how the bizarre creatures recently appearing in the wild are not recorded in history. They are like newborns suddenly appearing in the world, and those mages in Cintra don't have much of a solution for them either. Magic and bullets can kill them, but it takes a lot of effort. We feel like we've returned to that barbaric era]

[Yes, mercury bullets are useful, but their manufacturing costs seem very high. So... what does higher-ups want us to do? asks a cultist]

[Find the method to create Witchers]

"Ah... so my starting scenario is related to Witchers. Speaking of Witchers, Kaer Morhen is their base camp."

[A few days later, you are locked inside a cage wagon by them and escorted to Kaer Morhen Prison]

"Prison?"

"How did Kaer Morhen become a prison!"

[And once you arrive there, you realize you were shipped over along with hundreds of other people, locked up in this prison with no sentence—you must remain here doing hard labor every day like slaves until you die]

[Someone tells you not to worry, you die quickly here]

[You are fitted with shackles, watched over by guards every day, and forced into grueling labor, living each day like a slave]

[Your starting background: Slave]

Linuo: "Damn it..."