Jorn opened his eyes and saw a familiar dilapidated scene in front of him - the slums of
F City. Garbage piled up like a mountain, the air was filled with the smell of oil and
decay, and the neon lights in the distance flickered under the gray sky, like some kind of
mocking smile. His prosthetic arm made a harsh mechanical sound, and the metal
friction at the joints made him frown. This was the first moment after his rebirth, and
memories came flooding back like a tide: in his previous life, he was betrayed by his
companions because his prosthetic body was aging and could not be repaired, and
finally he blew himself up in despair and died together with his enemies.
"I will not repeat the same mistakes in this life." Jorn whispered to himself, his voice
hoarse and cold. He raised his hand and looked at the rusty prosthetic arm , and a
strong anger and unwillingness surged in his heart. He knew that F City was just the
starting point, and A City was his goal. That city was the center of the cyber world, a
symbol of power and money. Only there could he truly control his own destiny.
He stood up, his body still a little unsteady, the aging of his prosthetics made every step
seem heavy. He had to act quickly, otherwise this life would be like the last, swallowed
up by this garbage city.
"Hey, man, you look like you just crawled out of a garbage dump." A mocking voice
came from behind.
Jorn turned around and saw three street thugs walking towards him. Their prosthetics
looked much newer than his, with faint blue lights flashing on their arms, clearly
modified combat prosthetics . The leading thug had an e-cigarette in his mouth, and
the smoke formed strange patterns in the air.
"Hand over your credit points and we can make you suffer less." The leading thug
grinned, revealing a mouthful of metal teeth.
Jorn looked at them coldly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes. He knew that these
hooligans were just the lowest level predators in F City, who made a living by bullying
those weaker than him. In his previous life, he might have swallowed his anger, but in
this life, he would not back down again.
"You want my credits?" Jorn whispered, a hint of danger in his voice.
"That''s right, man, don''t force us to do it." The gangsters obviously didn''t take Jorn
seriously. Their prosthetics were much more advanced than his, and their combat
modules had been activated, ready to take action at any time.
Jorn did not answer, but suddenly moved. His movements were incredibly fast.
Although his prosthetics were old , his fighting instincts were still there. He rushed
forward, and his prosthetic arm swung out, hitting the leading thug directly in the chest.
The sound of metal colliding echoed in the air, and the thug was knocked back a few
steps by this blow, his eyes full of shock.
"You...you are looking for death!" The other two thugs reacted and pounced on him
immediately.
Jorn did not flinch. Although his prosthetic arm was old, it still had great strength. He
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grabbed the arm of a thug and twisted it hard, causing the metal joint to crack. The
thug screamed and fell to the ground. Seeing this, another thug immediately pulled out
an energy dagger and stabbed Jorn.
Jorn dodged sideways and grabbed the thug''s wrist. He twisted it hard and the dagger
fell to the ground. He raised his foot and kicked the thug hard in the abdomen, kicking
him away. The three thugs were dealt with by Jorn in just a few seconds and fell to the
ground groaning.
Jorn walked up to the leading thug, squatted down, and looked at him coldly: "Now, it''s
your turn to hand over your credit points."
The gangster trembled as he took out a bag of credits from his pocket and handed it to
Jorn. Jorn took the bag, weighed it, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Go away and don''t let me see you again." Jorn stood up with a cold tone.
The thugs fled as if they had been pardoned. Jorn looked at their backs with a flash of
disdain in his eyes. He knew that this was just the beginning. The rule of F City was
simple - the strong prey on the weak. If he wanted to get out of here, he had to
become stronger.
He turned and walked deep into the slums, where there was a place he was familiar with - Lao K ''s prosthetic black market . Lao K was the most notorious prosthetic merchant in
F City . Although he was cunning and greedy, the goods he had were the best.
"Old K, I want the best prosthesis." Jorn pushed open a shabby iron door and walked
into the dim room.
The room was filled with all kinds of prosthetic parts , and the air was filled with the
smell of oil and metal. Old K was sitting behind a worn-out table, fiddling with a
prosthetic arm . Hearing Jorn''s voice, he looked up and squinted at him.
"Jorn? You''re still alive?" Old K''s voice was filled with a hint of surprise. "I thought you
had died in some garbage dump a long time ago."
"I won''t die that easily." Jorn said coldly, "I want the best prosthesis. Money is not a
problem."
Old K smiled, revealing his yellow teeth: "Boy, you don''t look like someone who can
pay."
Jorn didn''t waste any words and directly threw out a bag of credit points - he had just
snatched them from the gangster. Lao K opened the bag and a trace of greed flashed
in his eyes: "Okay, deal."
After some transformation, Jorn ''s prosthetic body has been completely transformed .
His arms are equipped with the latest combat modules, his legs are equipped with
high-speed thrusters, and even his visual system has been upgraded to infrared
scanning mode. Now he is no longer the low-level mercenary who is at the mercy of
others.
"Remember, Jorn, City A is not City F." Old K said meaningfully before Jorn left, "The
rules there are much more cruel than here."
Jorn didn''t answer, but just looked at Old K coldly, turned around and walked out of the
room. He knew that the road to City A would not be smooth, but he was ready. In this
life, he would not let anyone stop him.