The Creators: From Night City

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Now, everyone's attention was drawn, whether powerful or weak, whether 'outer gods' or local beings, whether believers or heretics with ulterior motives.

The 'Life Furnace' is like a printer, containing the blueprints of almost all the creatures in the borderlands. However, for it to accurately print a specific blueprint, there must be a target to actively guide and reference it. Otherwise, a situation like the 'Child of Omens' will occur, where various biological characteristics are fused together.

The King of God's covenant is the anchor of this process.

When Marika ascends to Godhood, Govre needs to lead her from outside the door.

However, with Jiang Bing, the "Founder," in charge, Michaela naturally didn't need such cumbersome and inefficient steps.

Using pure ether as raw material, and with the blessing of the 'Furnace of Life', it rapidly circulated around Michaela's 'true spirit', printing out His divine body.

On the throne, in the place shrouded by a pillar of light, a blurry figure began to gradually take shape.

At this point, Michaela's ascension to godhood is proceeding smoothly. All that remains is to proceed step by step, and a new deity of the borderlands will be born.

However, the "great being" standing behind the "Gate of God" was not satisfied.

Although the improved 'Ascension to Godhood' ritual far surpassed the original, it still did not meet Jiang Bing's expectations.

So He began the familiar process of piling up materials.

His enormous index finger was placed on the throne, and under the watchful eyes of Fenrei, who was almost worshipping him, and the anxious Marlenia, a drop of pure, golden blood slowly seeped from the tip of that luminous finger.

The moment the blood appeared, an uncontrollable longing gripped the hearts of the two onlookers. Their entire being seemed to be screaming, yearning to possess, yearning to obtain.

An essence actively condensed by a 'higher-dimensional being' would be a true 'treasure of nature' no matter where it is placed, not to mention the pure ether that is now flowing in the veins of the 'forger' Jiang Bing, which can be described as liquid. It is only natural that the two of them are so eager for it.

Under the intense yet oppressive gaze, the drop of blood finally fell slowly, striking the humanoid ball of light and being rapidly absorbed.

The towering pillar of light surged up as if it had been given a dose of fertilizer, becoming more than twice as violent.

After ascending to godhood, Michaela's 'vessel' properties were greatly expanded. Nourished by a massive amount of ether, the 'etheric fire' that Jiang Bing had stripped from her body finally ignited within her.

With the nourishment of that drop of 'divine blood', his aura suddenly surged by more than 40%.

But Jiang Bing did not stop. His gleaming index finger continued to drip the pure blood, three drops in a row, until Michaela was completely filled before he stopped.

As Jiang Bing, the [Founder], withdrew his finger, the cocoon of light on the throne began to evolve rapidly, undergoing its final shaping and solidification.

As the ceremony drew to a close, Jiang Bing pondered for a few moments before finally opening the book in his hand that represented His 'omniscience and power,' drawing out a ray of light from it and casting it into the radiance.

This move is equivalent to Jiang Bing granting Michaela partial access to His database. Combined with the ethereal fire inherited from Jiang Bing, Michaela will be able to create things from the void to a certain extent.

Of course, referencing its own 'craftsman training system model,' it shamelessly named its database 'Creator Database' and similarly set up advanced knowledge-paying access functions.

The ceremony thus came to an end.

After ascending to godhood, Michaela finally revealed her true form.

First and foremost, what is most remarkable is that he has finally overcome his congenital disability and grown up normally.

Whether out of a compensatory psychology or not, his body was sculpted to be nearly three meters tall, with dazzling golden hair like the purest gold, and his features were even more delicate than before, making it almost impossible to tell whether he was male or female.

Chapter 909 Jack, the Prospective Mayor

Michaela walked barefoot down from the 'Furnace of Life' and touched her sister's head for the first time while standing.

A white robe draped over his body, giving him an indescribable air of holiness.

Jiang Bing, having reverted to his true form, strolled over to the three of them and, without saying a word, opened a spatial portal leading to the Asian Altar Plateau.

Time to get to work, Ms. Michaela, General Manager of [Anti-Entropy] stationed at the border!

The birth of a new god foreshadows the end of the turmoil in the borderlands.

As a new god with the bloodline of Marika and backed by Jiang Bing, Michaela's rule is unshakeable both in terms of legitimacy and reality.

Jiang Bing had no interest in participating in trivial tasks such as gathering personnel, rebuilding the city, the ascension of a new god, revising the laws, and quelling rebellions.

The most important ability for a boss is to know how to delegate and how to utilize talent!

You need to learn to delegate tasks to your subordinates!

Boss Jiang agreed wholeheartedly and pushed all the work onto Michaela, then packed his bags and returned to Night City.

Night City remains the same Night City, a place of dazzling lights, intoxicating pleasures, and decadent extravagance.

Night City is no longer the Night City it once was; outdated rules have been abolished, and the city has unknowingly grown new, healthy flesh and blood.

Jiang Bing has rarely intervened in the city's development. As [Anti-Entropy] gradually expands, more and more talented people are joining the company, either because they share the same ideals, because of the substantial income, or because they want to stand out.

Within their administrative structure, the city's development trajectory was clearly outlined, more buildings were erected, more jobs were created, public security gradually improved, and public order was gradually enhanced.

People with aspirations have a clear understanding that this city, which was once almost drowned in crime and alcohol, is gradually recovering.

In this wave, the election of the new mayor of Night City is undoubtedly a crucial and indispensable task.

It's another rainy night.

Thanks to the closure of many chemical plants belonging to major companies, the acid rain in Night City has finally improved somewhat throughout the year.

Although the deteriorating global ecosystem makes acid rain unavoidable, at least these raindrops won't cause redness, itching, or rashes when they hit people.

Haywood, Wolf Bar.

The outdated decor made the bar look rather low-end. The creaky tables and chairs, the bland music, and the cracked faux leather sofas made it less competitive among the diverse and vibrant bars in Night City.

But business here has always been good.

Heywood is a long-established neighborhood in Night City. The people of Heywood are very united, value family, and cherish relationships. This old bar, which has been open for decades, has many regular customers.

In addition, Mrs. Wilson somehow managed to secure a steady supply of high-quality wheat juice, which made her a star on the reputation-driven streets of Heywood.

No matter how many social attributes a bar may have, its essence remains a place for drinking.

Good wine at a reasonable price is always the best competitive advantage.

Mrs. Wilson was well aware of this.

She carried two pitchers of craft beer, bubbling with thick foam, water droplets clinging to the glass, golden in color, and exuding the aroma of malt, upstairs.

Wolf Bar is a small family-run business. Apart from the bartender Peppy, there are no other employees in the bar. Mrs. Wilson does all the work.

She gave the wine to the priest who was sitting leisurely by the second-floor window, enjoying the rain. The two were old acquaintances, and the priest would come here to sit whenever he had free time.

This habit was maintained even more thoroughly after Jack was announced as a mayoral candidate.

The priest wasn't a heavy drinker; his job required him to stay sober at all times.

But he is now semi-retired and no longer handles many things.

Moreover, he had something to do today, and he felt it would be better to have a few drinks before doing it.

Mrs. Wilson turned and went downstairs. She checked the time and deliberately turned up the volume of the television so that the voice of the Pacific Daily News anchor on the screen could be heard more clearly by everyone.

As Jack Wilson, accompanied by two bodyguards, pushed open the door to his own pub, he happened to hear a news broadcast on television.

"Due to health problems, Jefferson Peralres, the newly elected mayor who was elected just over three months ago, had to step down early and go to Berlin for medical treatment and recuperation. A new mayoral election will be held again soon."

"Just yesterday, the final list of mayoral candidates was finalized. Among them, Harley Telford from North Comenway and Jack Wilson from Night City's Haywood are the two most watched candidates. According to our station, both of their campaign teams are very confident that they will be elected..."

"Ha, look who's here! Isn't this our future mayor of Night City!" The patron near the door was an old acquaintance of Jack's from his days on the streets, and he raised his glass and greeted him loudly.

An ordinary person might have been defeated by such taunts, but Jack is a street urchin who can chat with anyone, even a lamppost, when the mood strikes. He immediately punched the other man in the shoulder and took a beer from his table, behaving like any other active member of the Valentino gang in the bar.

“Jack, now that you’ve become mayor, don’t forget about our poor folks in Haywood.”

“Wow, Jack, we’ve finally produced a big shot in Heywood.”

"Come sit down, Jack. Back in the gang, you were the most successful one. I knew you were no ordinary person back then."

"He looks incredibly handsome on the podium; he's a true Haywood man."

Most of the customers at the Wild Wolf Bar were regulars from the neighborhood, and they were all very familiar with Jack, so they all congratulated him.

Of course, it's impossible to know how much of it was genuine and how much was driven by self-interest.

Councilor Jack, a former street urchin who had been involved in gangs, mingled with these people familiarly, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then went up to the second floor.

Everything has a price. Although Jack achieved great success, it also meant that he lost his 'street freedom'.

If it weren't for the priest's invitation, he probably wouldn't have been able to make a big splash back at the Wild Wolf Bar.

"How does it feel to be at the top? Isn't it wonderful?"

The priest pushed a pitcher of beer toward Jack, chuckling as he teased him.

After loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, Jack slumped onto the familiar sofa, finally feeling at ease.

"Haha, it's all just endless meetings and polite conversation. My face is practically frozen from smiling."

He tilted his head back and downed half a glass of beer.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Many people would beg for this kind of treatment." Mrs. Wilson still felt sorry for her son. She followed Jack and brought him a plate of spaghetti bolognese that had just been microwaved, and slammed it on the table in front of him.

"Eat something first. Although the election is important, you can't skip dinner."

"Mami, te quiero mucho (I love you, Mom), I'm starving! You have no idea, there's nothing edible at the city hall dinner."

Jack wolfed down his noodles, complaining to the priest, "Those desserts look fancy, but they're barely enough to fill a tooth gap. You have to hold them up, so there's no food at all."

The priest watched quietly as Jack finished eating and wiped his mouth before speaking.

“Jack, the Voodoo Gang and the Vortex Gang have been completely dismantled, and the Sixth Street Gang recently abandoned four streets. I’d like to know, what are your plans for the future of the Valentino Gang?”

Chapter 910 Flowers Bloom in the Desert

The mayoral election in Night City is just a formality; most smart people know this perfectly well.

Of course, the elections here refer to each and every one.

It was a foregone conclusion that Jack would become mayor, after all, Harley Telford from North University of Science and Technology was someone Ye had specifically brought in to 'rig the bidding'.

After all, it would be too ugly for Jack to make such a choice if he were the only one to elect his candidate.

"You shouldn't be asking me this, Father." The former outcast has now become a competent politician after half a year of political experience.

Jack took a few gulps of beer before continuing, "I understand your concerns, Father. The Valentino gang is an integral part of Heywood; half of Heywood's men are more or less connected to it."

“But it’s a gang, an illegal violent organization, something that [Anti-Entropy] cannot tolerate, isn’t it?” the priest countered.

That's right.

"So, Jack, as an old Haywood man, I'm asking you this: how exactly does Anti-Entropy plan the Valentino gang?"

"Disband," Jack answered decisively.

"Dismissed!" the priest shouted.

"While gangs are indeed an obstacle to maintaining order, Jack, you know, there are many people in gangs who are just trying to make a living."

"Without gangs, how will those who are uneducated and have no skills survive?"

“The city hall will come up with a series of resettlement plans, Father,” Jack finally revealed.

"In addition, [Anti-Entropy] will invest in the development of Badlands and establish a huge natural ecological zone. This process will require a large number of people, enough for the brothers in the gang to complete the transition."

At this point, the mayor-to-be looked around to make sure there were no irrelevant people present before revealing some of the future plans for [Reverse Entropy].

He had to be so careful about this matter, because a plan of this scale involved an astronomical amount of money, and even a single piece of information could be incredibly valuable.

"Badlands?" The priest wondered what good could be done in such barren land.

"【Anti-Entropy】dealt with the genetic bomb in the ground." Jack casually dropped a bombshell.

The priest held his breath for a full ten seconds before letting out a heavy exclamation of surprise.

"I see. I can only say that it truly lives up to its name as [Reverse Entropy]."

As a well-informed 'middleman', he has a clear understanding of the current state of agriculture in badlands and even the world as a whole.

In previous corporate battles, in order to maintain their own market share and suppress competitors, several agricultural giants have frequently released genetic viruses into the enemy's fertile planting areas.

These genetic bombs, when infiltrated into the soil, can severely disrupt the growth and development of specific crops. Not only will the corresponding crops fail to grow in contaminated soil, but their quality and yield will also be greatly affected.

Wheat, corn, soybeans, rice...

These are all major human crops on the list.

The soil conditions in the Badlands outside Night City are even worse.

Numerous genetic viruses permeated every inch of the soil, and the loss of vegetation caused the entire bad land to degenerate into a barren desert.

The lack of vegetation has led to frequent sandstorms and severe soil erosion. It's no longer suitable for human habitation, let alone farming.