Players Invade Cyberpunk

[Damn, dozens of soldiers and bipedal mechs stopped me at the door, no pass no entry. The voucher said I could sneak in, but in the end my skills were lacking, and I got killed too @Voucher, damn dog currency, it's all your fault]

[Voucher: You're speaking as if you didn't agree to it, you were the one holding me back, got my cloak caught in the door and couldn't escape, got shot with dozens of magazines in the process]

[Masked Rider: We found some bodies among the bullets]

[Brother Ni: Arresting the Batman doing crazy stuff on the spot, wow, the Netherworld Dog can brag about this for a lifetime (laughing)]

But with the map now fully open, the name Dog Town once again appeared in the players' sights.

Though each district in Night City has its own special traits, players haven't gotten bored yet, but the more you stand out, the more you catch their attention.

Woman, you've successfully caught our interest. JPG

Like Dog Town

This black market that won't let you in without a pass is just too eye-catching for the players.

[Lame Warrior: A place that won't let us in? That's so cocky?]

[Brother Ni: Maybe it's because the map isn't complete, or it's a supersized instance. Judging by Dog Town's size, Mann and Jack say it's the largest black market in North America, even they aren't qualified to enter]

[Mongolian Toplaner: Night City can't permit someone that awesome to exist. Why don't we find some time to drag Kurt Hansen out of Dog Town and beat him up]

[Lame Warrior: Better forget that, just those photos you took, the firepower looks even more brutal than the Trauma Team. If you want to give yourself up, go ahead, not me]

[Brother Ni: It's not necessarily impossible to get in, I think there's actually a chance]

Seeing it's a true old player, Mongolian Toplaner immediately sucked up

[Mongolian Toplaner: Bro, are you a beta tester? Any secret tricks or bugs, quickly share with your rat buddy]

[Brother Ni: No, I don't have any bugs, don't speak nonsense]

Even if there were bugs, he wouldn't dare exploit them; if he got banned, wouldn't that be gut-wrenching? This game doesn't allow for reincarnation character creation.

[Lame Warrior: You're not talking about that scanning mission in the underground tunnels, are you?]

[Brother Ni: Bingo, you got it right]

[People in Dog Town definitely need to eat, drink, pee, and poo. Built on the Taiping Continent, it's impossible not to have underground sewers]

[As long as you complete the scan of the underground drainage map, you'll definitely find a way into Dog Town]

[This is most likely the hint the developers left for us in the mission]

[Voucher: All I can say is it's a long road ahead, we haven't even figured out the underground tunnels of Santo Domingo yet, still stumbling into subways every other day. Last time, Sword Saint thought he hit the jackpot, but ran out only to get killed by a subway]

Anyway, the priority of the Taiping Continent underground tunnel scanning mission has been raised to the highest level by the players, even prioritizing over Santo Domingo's local ones.

As for whether the tunnels actually connect to Dog Town or lead somewhere else, only heaven knows.

[Brother Ni: By the way, haven't seen Brother Dao on missions lately. Have they made enough money?]

[Lame Warrior: Those guys are busy setting up a radio station]

[Brother Ni: A radio station?]

[Lame Warrior: Didn't he used to be a journalist? He said he wanted to get back to his old job. Night City's local news stations are so dull, always either praising corporations or with wacky hosts like Paradox Doctor. He wants to start his own channel to brag with us, should be launching soon]

[Brother Ni: Awesome]

...

"Are you capable or not, bro?" Brother Dao looked at Tutu, busy running around, and hissed.

"Should I just spend money to get Sea Superman's help?"

Turning back while constantly adjusting his self-made antenna on the rooftop dorm, Tutu responded fiercely

"A man can't say he can't, even if he can't, he has to manage."

"Besides, they're busy, by the time it's your turn it'll be years and years."

No joking matter, that's a commission over two thousand euro, letting Brother Dao run errands?

Plus, the studio is always busy adjusting that pesky doorframe, all the player orders are postponed; there's no time to set up a broadcasting device for Brother Dao.

Having no choice, Brother Dao had to ask Tutu for help.

In the end, that guy scavenged some secondhand junk parts from god knows where, patched together a radio station for him, looking tattered and worn, almost begging for a cardboard box to wrap it up and sell as scrap.

But after Tutu adjusted the antenna a few times, it seemed to actually work.

Tutu handed a microphone to Brother Dao

"Try it, I just linked the bar's broadcast to your channel."

"..."

Brother Dao took the microphone, cautiously glanced at the bar across the street. With the new version, many players now met the entry requirements, it's getting more lively inside.

In front of so many players and NPCs, he actually felt a bit shy.

Well, could it be harder than a showdown with the Trauma Team?

"Ahem..."

Clearing his throat, he pulled out his draft, then started speaking into the microphone with a very amusing tone.

[Good morning, Night City, I'm your host, Doni Vormirian, Prelive Radio Station is now bringing you exclusive reporting]

Prel Radio?

Mann glanced inexplicably at the speaker in the corner of the bar, why hadn't he heard of this radio station before?

And who in their right mind listens to radio broadcasts in a bar?

Forget it

The people here seem all a little crazy.

But who is Doni Vormirian?

This is Brother Dao's disguise name, hardly anyone knows it.

And isn't it midday now? Why say good morning?

He scanned the room and noticed others also feeling confused, seemingly unsure about what's going on.

Then he heard the broadcast with that unique tone different from other channels, eerily sarcastic script

[Just a few minutes ago, the Trauma Team launched a surprise raid on a seaside warehouse, attempting to rescue their member from the Vortex Gang. Will they succeed?]

[I can only say～～it's iffy.]

[The countdown shows they have two minutes left! Now the atmosphere in the studio is incredibly tense~ I'm almost tongue-tied~ but for you all~ ahem~ I must~~ ahem]

The voice in the broadcast sounded breathless, dramatically intensifying the tension

Mann worried the speaker might choke himself to death while speaking.

But who knew Brother Dao's tone would make a sharp turn, with a calm and composed cadence stating

[Continuing the report]

Mann's fist clenched immediately.