Cyberpunk 2077 Novels & Stories

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.

Our security is lame. Going back, my book slightly glowed and miraculously made a freaking identification certificate. The same does for Zale. So this book made by the Gods can also do illegal things, convenient I must say. We didn't think twice and showed our certificate and the knights gladly welcomed us in the County. "Welcome to Heliutin County, travelers."

swipe left. From PB down everything is full of extreme security, the walls are soundproofed and have several layers of concrete, with an outer layer of an alloy of steel with other metals, which makes it almost indestructible, which is why the organization itself it can easily be called a bunker, everything here is run by computers and i've made sure i have the best hackers in the world to keep the prying out that's why whenever we hear of some kid who has gotten past the security of the pentagon or some organization or government important worldwide we make sure to find it and make it part of Darkness, only the best are here, although only a few manage to stay. As soon as we enter the class

I could feel the magic inside me fizzle and snap. I pulled the book with the resurrection spell on my lap. I looked through it again. It needed one thousand souls and a major node. The only major node near here was in Utah, so... it looked like that would be where she would eventually end up, maybe after she got one thousand souls. I had just prevented a bunch of those souls, so perhaps the darkness still needed to power up. I whipped out my new phone. It was so fancy it even had internet. It was something I heard of, but with flip phones being ten years behind the times, I wasn't used to having all this technology at my fingertips. I searched through news headlines.

A girl with madness in her eyes. Instead, I'm small. Barely taller than his shoulder, hair braided back out of my face, a thin scar slicing through my eyebrow and down the side of my face. The only dangerous thing about me is my mouth. "Did the kingdom run out of criminals," I ask, voice dry, "or are we celebrating something special today?" He scowls. "You've been released." I blink once. Then I laugh. Not because it’s funny, but because it is absolutely ridiculous.

The guy looked like he’s in twenties but he has a nasty scar on his left cheek. “Where do you think you’re going, little miss?” He gave me a spine-chilling grin. He looks like a drug addict in my real world. I wonder if he is here. Or perhaps, he’s one of Dubheasa’s henchmen sent to murder me again. But one thing for sure, he’s giving me an eerie vibes at the moment. “Who are you?” I tried to collect all the courage flowing through my body just to ask that. “You don’t need to know. But I want to add you to my collection. You’re kinda my type. What’s your name, little miss?” He smiled pervertedly, making my body shiver in terror.

Servers hummed low, blue light pulsing from behind blast doors. The core chamber was smaller than Berlin’s compact, vicious. A single console glowed: “Swarm 2.0 – Failsafe Node. Heir authentication required.” I stepped forward. Retinal scan flared painful blue sweeping my face. “Scan confirmed. Luca Volkov Marino. Primary heir. Swarm 2.0 online. Global dormant network awaiting activation command.” Dante leaned against the wall, breathing hard. Rocco stood at my shoulder, hand on my lower back.

Neural implants glowed softly beneath the skin, a testament to the seamless integration of technology into everyday life. The architecture of NeoVista told a story of contrasts. Majestic skyscrapers stood tall, their sleek and modern exteriors juxtaposed against the rusted and decaying remnants of the past. The city's evolution seemed rooted in the tension between a high-tech future and the remnants of a forgotten era, creating a unique cyberpunk aesthetic.

Such a big gap from my salary, I want to cry. "Do you know those top 5 Companies?" I finally asked, changing the topic "Let me see," he cupped his chin while thinking, I do not know but it has been bothering me. How come he's telling all of this to me without hesitation? "Number 5 lies my company, Gun Company. Number 4 lays the Bugaboo Company; they specialized in bombs, kinds of bombs like nuclear, missiles, and others. Three, the Vortex Company, specialized in computers, hacking, tracking. Yeah, you could say they're trolling too. Second, lays the Cyan Cascade Company, specializing in technology; robotics, transportation, machines, and many more."

The man also bowed gracefully "I made everyone wait, I'm sorry." About six feet tall, with white skin which suggested minimal exposure to the sun, Anglo-Saxon features and well-groomed purple hair. His eyes denoted his inorganic nature, being cybernetic devices similar to futuristic eyes that released a faint dark purple glow. He felt as if his eyes were capable of seeing much more than the mere human eye is capable of.