The Creators: From Night City

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However, these problems are not problems in the face of [reverse entropy].

Not to mention how simple it would be for Raphael Max, who created the genetically ascended monster 'Niechiba,' to deal with this level of genetic virus, the Anti-Entropy research department could easily come up with a whole bunch of solutions using magical means.

Compared to some crops in Monster Hunter World that even grow in lava, the tiny genetic virus can't be called a useless snack, it's just a roadside dreg.

The reason why a feasible transformation plan has only been put forward now is that the plants used need to have a high degree of 'stability' and need to be repeatedly tested in actual planting.

Otherwise, if the 'vegetation restoration' plan fails, another invasion of magical species from another world would be disastrous.

“The recruitment plan should be released soon. I have already applied for it, and some of the positions will be allocated to the Valentino gang.”

“This is a huge project, Father. You should know about the ecosystem of [Anti-Entropy] in Badlands.”

"The glass greenhouse at the foot of Hongfeng Mountain?"

The priest was naturally well-informed.

“That’s right, that was the initial experimental base. [Reverse Entropy] has already conducted experiments there and developed a mature and stable solution. I saw it with my own eyes.”

He still feels a surge of emotion when he thinks of those amazing green plants, those plants that could still take root and grow normally in the gravel.

Having spent time in City Hall, Councilor Jack's experience and knowledge were far greater than before, and he naturally understood how significant this matter was.

They also knew how big this market and how big this business was.

His willingness to reveal this to the priest naturally indicated that he had received permission from above.

"This is a huge project, Father. [Anti-Entropy] plans to gradually transform the entire desert land on the west coast. This project will take more than ten years to complete."

The priest remained silent, his mind racing as he pondered Jack's words.

"There is another mega-structure project that is expected to start next year, which will also consume a lot of labor."

“To be honest, I’m not worried about finding jobs for the brothers in the gang.” Jack stared at the priest seriously and said, “What I’m more worried about is that some of the brothers are used to making quick money and may not be used to working long hours and earning money through their own labor.”

Humans are inherently lazy. Once they get used to getting something for nothing, it's extremely difficult for them to turn back. Obtaining things too easily can easily destroy the values ​​of someone with a weak will.

This is the essence of why gambling is addictive.

The priest gulped down several mouthfuls of beer, a hint of ruthlessness appearing on his wrinkled face.

This old man who managed to stay in the Valentino gang until retirement is no pushover.

“To tell you the truth, Jack, I’m here on behalf of the entire Valentino gang, the person in charge. If what you say is true, and the treatment offered by [Anti-Entropy] is consistent right now, I can agree to your request and guarantee that such a person doesn’t exist.”

The priest spoke with murderous intent, and considering the future of the entire gang, he was not lacking in the determination and means to deal with a few bad apples.

“Of course, I’m one of us from Haywood, you can rest assured. We can’t let our own people suffer.” Jack raised his glass, looking harmless, with a sincere and eager expression.

The priest believed in Jack, the boy he had watched grow up.

More importantly, he didn't believe it and there was nothing he could do; after all, he was at the mercy of others.

"Oh, right," Jack touched the corner of his mouth, as if he had remembered something important, and even showed a bit of shyness.

“I’m getting engaged to Misty, Father.”

"Oh?"

The priest was very surprised by this.

"Our playboy actually settled down one day?"

Jack rubbed his hands together, looking unusually embarrassed.

"Does Mrs. Wilson know?" The shrewd old priest quickly figured out the reason for Jack's behavior after a few moments of thought.

"I haven't told my mom yet. You know, she's always preferred my ex-girlfriend."

"So you want me to help you?" The priest advised with the air of someone who had been through it all. "Listen to me, Jack, find an opportunity to have a good talk with Mrs. Wilson alone. I guarantee it will be more effective than coming to me."

"After all, what problems could family members not overcome?"

Chapter 911 New Developments on Twisted Street

If the city square is the brain of Night City, and the afterlife is its underground heart, then the sex industry is its circulatory system.

Twisty Street is the thickest blood vessel in this circulatory system.

Since [Anti-Entropy] took over Night City and carried out sweeping reforms on industries related to the sex industry, the decadence and depravity of Twisty Street have improved to some extent, but to be honest, the transformation was somewhat unexpected.

Firstly, the large number of job opportunities did indeed draw away a group of sex dolls forced by poverty, bringing them ashore. However, without the oppression of the Tiger Claw Gang and without a large number of competitors, the remaining sex dolls became even more enthusiastic about the profession.

This is mainly because they are earning more money.

The disguised crackdown on "anti-entropy" has resulted in a shortage of sexual resources, leading to market deflation. The cost of finding sexual partners has increased by several times, and the entire industry has become even more "prosperous".

This turn of events left Jiang Bing and Gloria feeling quite helpless.

They could easily use force to ban the sex industry, but it's obvious that the consequences would be that sex workers would go underground and become more secretive, while the price of sex would be even higher.

This is roughly equivalent to human desires, which can never be eradicated.

The sex industry has penetrated deep into the bones and minds of Night City's residents and cannot be eradicated.

Fortunately, this industry can be regulated. Although the sex industry under the red line is still booming and countless men and women still sell their bodies with the idea of ​​'taking a shortcut', evil practices such as 'human trafficking' and 'organ transplantation' can at least be prohibited.

As for how to proceed in the future, one can only say that without investigation, one has no right to speak.

The Finger Brother Prosthetic Clinic in the northwest corner of Twisty Street suddenly changed its prosthetic doctor in the past two days, which has caused a huge uproar in the sex doll community of Twisty Street.

For these low-class prostitutes who solicit customers on the street, trade in alleys, and have their own places in upscale areas, the impact is no less than the Tiger Claw Gang being inexplicably besieged and the Mox Gang announcing their takeover of Twisty Street.

Even as night fell, Twisted Street remained bustling. Under the watchful eyes of various sex dolls, some standing and some leaning, two clients entered the main street.

"Damn, I really don't know what kind of fetish the CEO of such a big company would have to come to this place. Does this Mr. Sabur have some kind of sex addiction?"

The speaker was a thin man with an unremarkable appearance, but his mouth behind his sunglasses was full of foul language.

Of course, the most eye-catching feature is his left arm, which has been replaced with an older model of silver prosthetic arm, gleaming under the lights with a halo that makes you squint.

“Johnny, I suggest you be more polite later, otherwise even Ultraman can’t protect you,” said another woman with blue eyes.

"Ultraman, it's Ultraman again. Do you think I can't live without her? Do you think I'm the kind of person who lives off girls? 42?"

The microphone glanced at the 'rock kid' whose entire body was covered in prosthetics and replied succinctly, "Yes."

"Without Ultraman, you'd still be locked up in God's Den, crying your eyes out, Johnny."

Johnny Silverhand took a puff of his cigarette and said irritably, "I might as well be locked up in that damn thing now, instead of in this awful state. I feel like a ghost that has been resurrected, trapped in a flesh and blood that doesn't belong to me."

"You should be grateful that you can get some fresh air. I'm warning you, don't bring your reckless nature to Sabul. If you anger him and mess up the mission Ultra gave you, you'll be a wandering ghost."

Johnny, "C," became even more agitated and started making a scene.

"I'd rather be dead. I regret ever associating with you cold-blooded AIs. You're no better than those companies that exploit people's blood and sweat."

“We’re far from it. And Johnny, don’t forget you’re one of us now.”

42 offered a well-intentioned reminder, but only received a string of complaints from Johnny that were extremely laced with nagging.

The two continued following the information given by the blue-eyed man, with Johnny grumbling as he looked around at the strange scenery.

"Can you believe that half a century has passed and this place is still the same as before?"

Johnny's mouth is full of negativity the moment he opens it.

"A stinking ditch, women selling sex, men selling hooks, sex shops with pink lights on every street corner, alleys filled with lewd talk and naked men and women, this place has been rotten for fifty years and it's still not completely rotten."

"Don't act like an angry young man. It's much better here than before," emphasized 42, who occasionally works as a part-time social investigator.

“Much better,” Johnny Silver said, kicking the rusty iron railing beside him, which rattled loudly.

"Do you see that sex doll standing on the street corner?"

42. Following the direction Johnny was pointing, they saw a 'big sister' soliciting customers.

The other person had a full head of blue hair, wore high stockings on both legs, and a long T-shirt that barely covered most of their buttocks. They weren't wearing pants at all, and their underwear was vaguely visible even from a distance.

However, for some reason, her two arms were replaced with two low-end engineered plastic prosthetics, which significantly reduced the other party's commercial 'competitiveness'.

"What's wrong with her?" 42 asked.

Johnny turned around; his prosthetic eye was shining brightly, clearly still functioning.

"C, what's wrong? This woman's implant is probably older than me, what's wrong?"

42 was not surprised.

"Johnny, you get what you pay for. You've made a good purchase. 'Affordable fast food' doesn't have these kinds of rules."

"Heh, judging from these people, this [Anti-Entropy] doesn't seem as amazing as you guys make it out to be. What kind of 'ideal state' is it? I think all capitalists in the world are the same."

Johnny Silverhand, a former soldier in the new America, remains deeply wary of all large corporations.

The two of them arrived at Finger Brother's prosthetic clinic amidst their bickering.

The two-story building is still dilapidated, but compared to the past, there are many more street performers here, and the line for medical treatment stretches out the door and almost onto the main road.

"With so many people queuing up, are there any free eggs to be had?" Johnny complained.

"Do you think this prosthetic clinic is a supermarket or a cafeteria? If you're not here for treatment, then get out of the way and stop gossiping." A member of the Mox gang, wielding a spiked baseball bat, shouted at Johnny while maintaining order within the group.

The Mox Gang has completely taken over Twist Street. Street order, industry ecosystem, all sex dolls, pimps, porn sellers, and even sex shops, as well as all kinds of licensed and unlicensed prosthetic clinics, will be under their control.

Finger Guy's clinic is naturally among them.

Moreover, now that the clinic has gained a powerful benefactor, it needs to be strengthened even further.

After everyone had walked away, Johnny stubbed out his cigarette, looked the girl up and down, and said, "That chick's pretty hot."

42 did not participate in the evaluation, but instead, with his prosthetic eye flashing, he said, "I have already sent a message to Sabur, and he said he is busy and will have someone pick us up."

Chapter 912 Johnny Cunningham

Many years later, whenever Johnny Silverhand promotes his most satisfying rock album on Night City Sound, he always involuntarily recalls the scene from long ago when he first met the great Prince Sabur on Twisted Street.

The bone saw roared, its high-strength special carbon steel blade incredibly sharp, practically indestructible.

As soon as Johnny entered the prosthetic clinic, he saw Jiang Bing frantically sawing through the cripple's bad leg.

As we all know, in the medical field, cardiology and neurology belong to the elite, while orthopedics belongs to the lower class.

Its 'baseness' is only slightly higher than that of the proctology department, which actually deals with poop all day long.

Other specialists practice (stability), only orthopedics needs to practice (mass).

For orthopedics, performing surgery is no different from dismembering a body; sometimes it's like being at a construction site.

Jiang Bing, who was repairing someone's entire leg, was doing something quite brutal.

He first needs to saw off half of the patient's diseased femur, then replace it with a special titanium alloy prosthesis, and then cover it with specially made artificial fiber muscles and bionic skin, so that this 'leg goddess' sex doll can still maintain her unique competitiveness.

The purpose was purely medical and sacred, so the process was inevitably somewhat brutal, to the point that Johnny almost thought he had walked into the dismemberment scene of some deranged killer.

Fortunately, Jiang Bing has always been a capable worker.

This major surgery, which is not routine, was completed by him in just two minutes, with all the necessary steps finished.

Thanks to technological advancements, the woman who had just had an iron rod inserted into her slender legs was able to pay the bill and leave immediately with the help of her companions after receiving the corresponding dose of immunosuppressants.

"42, it's been so long since I've seen you in Night City. Where have you been making your fortune lately?"

"In the permanent settlement in Antarctica, there's an old-fashioned colleague there. I've been cleaning up bad sectors for him lately, and I've made a killing from it."

Most people wouldn't understand what 42 means.

"Is this Johnny Silverhand?"

Although it was a question, Jiang Bing's tone was very certain.

He looked the other man up and down, his eerie gaze sending chills down Johnny's spine.

"Ultraman seems to have a good grasp of Relic technology; this body looks like it took her a lot of effort."

“It’s just that your face shape does look a bit like yours, Mr. Johnny. How about we do some facial sculpting? I have the equipment here.”

“Thank you for your kindness, Your Excellency Sabur, but I don’t care about looks,” Johnny said stiffly.

"Please have a seat, I still have a few patients to attend to."

Jiang Bing stopped the other party from trying to talk business and continued with his 'leisure and entertainment' as usual.

After all, for each of these couples who had finally managed to book an appointment with him as a "specialist," this treatment was a matter of life and death, as well as a matter of physical health and even eating.