《Cyber ​​Rebirth: From City F to the Peak of City A》


 Chapter 1: The Beginning of Rebirth

    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.

 Chapter 2: The Black Market for Prosthetics

    The nights in F City are always shrouded in neon lights and smog. Jorn stood in front of


    an abandoned warehouse in the Rust Belt neighborhood, looking up at the giant


    holographic advertisement floating above his head. It was a projection of a mechanical


    arm, with virtual gold flowing between its fingers. The slogan flashed brightly: "**Top


    prosthetics, change your destiny**".


    He knew that this was just a lie used by Cyber Group to exploit the poor. The real


    opportunities were hidden in those corners where even the neon lights could not reach.


    Pushing open the rusty iron door of the warehouse, a cold wind mixed with the smell of


    engine oil hits me. At the end of the long and narrow corridor comes the sound of


    mechanical arms welding. Under the dark red emergency lights, several figures are


    squatting on the ground dismantling a scrapped military prosthesis. Their prosthetic


    eyes glow in the darkness, like a group of vultures sharing carrion.


    "Where''s Old K?" Jorn''s voice was as cold as a knife.


    A short man wearing a gas mask raised his head, his prosthetic eye scanning his body:


    "New here? Do you understand the rules? Hand in your--"


    Before he could finish his words, Jorn ''s prosthetic arm had already grabbed his neck,


    and the mechanical knuckles made a dangerous buzzing sound. Several people nearby


    jumped up immediately, but no one dared to move - Jorn''s pupils were glowing scarlet,


    which was the standby state of the military- grade combat prosthetic eye.


    "Three seconds." He tightened his fingers, and the short man''s mask made a cracking


    sound.


    "Behind! The red door!" the short man struggled to squeeze out these words.


    Jorn let go of his hand and let the other person collapse to the ground. He stepped


    over the prosthetic parts scattered all over the floor and walked towards the blood-red


    iron door at the end of the corridor. Blue-purple smoke seeped out from the crack of


    the door, mixed with the smell of some kind of nerve anesthetic - this was Lao K''s


    "security inspection system", and ordinary people would pass out if they took a puff.


    But Jorn was prepared. He pressed the switch of the implant on the side of his neck,


    and the nasal mucosa was instantly covered with a layer of nanofiltration membrane.


    When I opened the door, the scene before me seemed like another world.


    hang from the twenty-meter-high warehouse dome , like some kind of mechanical


    neural network. Hundreds of transparent culture chambers are suspended in midair,


    each containing different types of prosthetic parts , with light blue nutrient solution


    flowing slowly inside the chambers. The ground is filled with boxes of smuggled chips,


    with laser anti-counterfeiting codes printed on them that read "Military Supplies of City


    A".


    "I smell blood." A hoarse voice came from the shadows.


    Old K sat on an iron throne made of scrapped mechas , with the left half of his body


    completely mechanized, and the energy core exposed in his chest glowing with a faint


    blue light. In his right hand, he was playing with a molecular vibration knife, and the


    blade made a high-frequency buzzing sound when it cut through the air.


    "I want a military-grade combat module." Jorn threw the stolen credit bag on the


    ground. "The latest model, compatible with the Mk-III neural interface."


    Old K picked up the purse with the tip of his knife and glanced at it. "This little money is


    only enough to buy a pair of mechanical dog legs." He suddenly grinned, and the metal


    teeth collided with a crisp sound. "But... you have something more interesting."


    Without warning, a laser shot down from the ceiling, covering Jorn''s entire body in a


    scanning light curtain. Old K''s artificial eye spun wildly, and the green light of data


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    analysis flashed across his pupils like a waterfall: "Bone strengthening rate 87%, nerve


    delay 0.03 seconds, adrenaline secretion is five times that of an ordinary person - have


    you modified your genes?"


    Jorn narrowed his eyes. The old fox was more observant than in his previous life.


    "Plus this." He pulled open his collar, revealing a black chip embedded under his


    collarbone. It was the "Black Kite" key that he had taken from the corpse of the head of


    Cyber Group before his previous life''s self-destruction. It could crack 70% of the security


    systems in City A.


    Lao K''s breathing suddenly became heavy, and his mechanical lungs made a hissing


    sound like they were leaking air. He stood up, and his three-meter-tall mechanical body


    cast a terrifying shadow on the ground: "Boy, do you know how much this thing is


    worth on the dark web?"


    "Enough to exchange for the best goods you have here."


    The transaction was completed within ten minutes. When Old K''s mechanical tentacles


    pushed the modification table to the center of the warehouse, even Jorn, who was used


    to seeing blood, had his pupils shrink slightly - it was a two-meter-high metal cocoon,


    with energy conduits like blood vessels on the surface, and a pale human body was


    immersed in the cocoon.


    "The bionic skin hasn''t grown yet, but the internal organs and nervous system have


    been perfectly integrated." Old K knocked on the metal cocoon, and the human body


    suddenly opened its eyes. The pupils were a strange double-ring structure. "Spartan-IV


    combat body, a military test product. The nerve conduction speed is ten times faster


    than your current ragtag body. It comes with electromagnetic pulse resistance and


    subcutaneous armor."


    Jorn reached out and touched the metal cocoon, feeling the warmth of biological tissue


    at his fingertips. "Side effects?"


    "Every time you use the overload mode, 2% of your brain cells will be burned." Old K''s


    smile suddenly turned ferocious. "Of course, if you can get the ''Eternal Life Potion'' from


    City A, this price won''t be worth it at all¡ª"


    Suddenly there was an explosion outside the warehouse.


    Jorn instantly entered combat mode, and his prosthetic eye switched to thermal


    imaging mode. Through the wall, he saw more than thirty red dots approaching quickly,


    three of which had the Cyber Group''s iconic golden outline.


    "You''re being followed!" Old K''s mechanical arm ejected a rotating machine gun,


    "Damn it, it''s the group''s special forces!"


    Before he finished speaking, the outer wall of the warehouse exploded. Soldiers wearing


    black tactical exoskeletons poured in like a tide. The man in the lead wore a silver-white


    breathing mask and his right hand was a signature liquid metal prosthesis - a second


    level supervisor of Cyber Group, codenamed "Silver Hand".


    "Hand over the Black Kite key." Silverhand''s voice was synthesized electronically, like


    sandpaper rubbing against metal, "or watch your internal organs being transformed


    into a work of art."


    Jorn smiled. He remembered that in his previous life, this man had pierced Lina''s heart


    with liquid metal when he executed her.


    "You know what?" He pressed the activator hidden in his palm, "This new body just


    needs to be tested."


    The metal cocoon exploded, and a pale Spartan-IV combat body jumped out like a


    ghost. When the liquid metal of the silver hand pierced the air, Jorn''s new prosthesis


    appeared behind him.


    The mechanical finger pierced into Silverhand''s cervical vertebrae, and the biological


    current burned the nerve bundle in reverse. Amid the screams of the soldiers, Jorn


    heard the beating of his new heart - a roar mixed with the pleasure of revenge and the


    desire for power.