Edgerunners are edgy, 'nuff said... Time to crack it up a bit~, along with some other series as well.
Looking at the new life's work right before me, I can't help but smile. Finally, it took a while. Huh? What's that, my dear readers of Narratives? Who I am? I am merely a humble nomad, a Samaritan if you will. But now? Now, I'm a mayor.
When I got here into this world, I took the liberty of building a base. Outside the most important city here. Yes. What is its name? Night City. I know right? Fucking original. This is why I named my base, Day City, and ensure that this place always looks like the sun is always up but dimming at the night. How? Copious amounts of illusions. Like so many illusions, reality itself is running it to be true. Good thing that its range is limited to only the outskirts, otherwise there will be problems.
Technically, I just copied The City from Lobotomy Corp and then slapped it with life-like illusions, but that's beside the point. The point is, I did it for the pun. The City.
The City. Day City. It's a nice pun and only the ones who came from Lobotomy Corp, that somehow got here, know the pun. They hated it.
Why, again, you may ask? Why make this city when I'm overpowered? To spite everyone from Night City and the fact that this city is always daytime instead of a normal day-night cycle like what the Night City has. That got fixed when I took it years ago. Now it is shrouded in perpetual night-time like what the Day City has. Somehow, plants grow there. People are quite confused about why the plants still grow even when it is still night-time. I am also confused as I didn't make the plants there to grow at night time.
As for the people, I looked outside my opened window as I raised the new product. "Greetings, people of Day City! Your glorious leader, the Mayor, now informs you that thanks to a fuckton of testing by a few selected specialists. A new product will hit the nearest vending machines in droves!" I shouted as the light above dimmed to let everyone know this thing in my hand glowed.
"Nuka-Cola Quantum!" A lightning sound effect is heard briefly everywhere as the vending machines got auto-updated to get them. "It glows blue because it's fucking delicious!" I continued. "That's all." I removed the cap of the bottle and took a sip as the window closed. Notably, because the cheers are freaking loud.
Unlike Night City, crime isn't that rampant. After all, what's the point of killing one another when the New You Machines will constantly resurrect you until you die of natural causes? Cyberpsychosis isn't a natural cause of death after all in Day City. Then again, we did find a cure for it.
Oh right, Rapture Incorporated from the 'R' Wing District created the New You System. I secretly made that after the 'J' Wing invented Jump-Tech, allowing people to go to other worlds. Unfortunately, the New You Machines will only recreate people biologically as the last time we tried replicating a person with the implants... The entire science division of all wings is traumatized. They are still going to therapists even after 57 years has passed.
After realizing my city has the immortality stuff that he wants, Saburo Arasaka decided to get the entirety of the 'C' Wing District for Arasaka usage. Thus removing a lot of things in the equation known as fate. Due to his decision, the nuclear bomb never goes off in 2020. Notably, the Blackwall itself stopped it before moving in to seduce the AI that I have created whom I named after the White Tower in Lord of the Rings. Yes. Her name is Minas-Tirith. Now named Ms. Blackwall.
In 2042, I bought the entirety of Night City due to their people migrating into my Day City in droves because of free healthcare. The migrated Ripperdocs are also trained up to the normal 'mundane' standards and are allowed to have their own clinics in each wing because crimes are still there, just that murder is no longer an issue. It also caused certain Gangs to take over a single Wing District but the Head remains at the top. He is a Necron Construct that the Blackwall uses on a day-to-day basis in the material world. The Head has a lot of AIs under Minas-Tirith's employ. Almost all of them are the Rogue AIs that some morons released to the world but now they are subsumed by the Greater Machine Overmind that I created in 2022.
Due to death not being an issue, the Councils of Day and Night created a coliseum where Gangs could fight in an 'honorary' fashion. Technically they can still kill one another outside of it, but cleaning their leftover bodies with their implants is quite a pain for everyone. They all petitioned to make a place where they can all fight and figure out how to deal with the bodies they left behind. Then people paid to see them fight. Thus a coliseum was made instead of a large arena. The coliseum also has a terrain generator so Gangs and Wings could have new things to fight in every now and then.
I was about to finish my Nuka-Cola Quantum when the 'M' Wing District is immediately placed on Alert Mode. What the hell? I summoned up the feeds for that Wing District and blinked my eyes twice. Is that white-haired organic woman being chased by a bunch of people riding horses? Yep, and now she's down for the count.
Hmm... I was about to notify the Gang operating for that Wing when I saw someone knocking out those people. Wasn't that the Martinez kid from Santo Domingo? What's his name again? Ah, David. Dave from Maine's Crew. The crew that took the 'M' Wing as per agreement with me and the Council of Night. The Modifiers' Wing. That Wing District is where the majority of the borged-up people are located.
Narrowing my eyes briefly, I saw the Sandevistan implant on his back. That's Prometheus Labs-grade Sandevistan. How the fuck did he get that? Oh. He saved the money to replace his old Sandevistan after Prometheus Labs revealed their new Sandevistan Implant that they worked with the 'S' Wing. Everyone wants it but the amount of Eddies they need is staggeringly high. You can just go to the Oort Cloud and back several times with that amount of money. In fact, you can just tour the entirety of the Milky Way with that amount of money.
David is now speaking with the woman who looks confused. He sighed and begin calling... me? I answered the call immediately.
"The Ever-Glorious Mayor of Day City is here answering your call!" I greeted him in a sickeningly cheerful voice, causing Dave to groan immediately. "This is a new phone, who's this?"
"Are you joking with me, right now?" Dave twitched his eye.
"Yep. Also, watch your back." As soon as I said that, Dave caught an arrow from one of the riders before throwing it back to where it came from. I heard a grunt of pain before a thud.
"Thanks. I have one Illegal Traveler here on the 'M' Wing. Pure organic female. Not registering as purely human in my scans. Anything I should do about it?" He asked. I chuckled.
"Well, if you scanned her. You should take responsibility." I smiled. "Take it slow first. You don't want her to panic. Then take her on a date-"
"LIKE HELL I WANNA DO THAT! My girlfriend's gonna kill me if she finds out!" Dave shouted on his end, which left me guffawing with laughter. It took a while for me to stop laughing, but that still left me chuckling a little bit.
"Ah yes. The one who works for Prometheus Labs on the Moon. I heard she got a promotion coming up." I grabbed a floating panel where it switch into an article about his girlfriend, Lucy. Such a shame that the portals that we have made still have a 24-hour delay to recharge due to how people complained about portal sickness, and that is the safest option other than ripping their QIPs or Souls a tiny bit each time they go to the portal. Note to self, get new portal schematics from Prometheus Tech-Overlord ASAP. It would've been hilarious to see people popping in and out.
Oh hey, the ninja-garbed Necron Constructs appeared and are now tying up those riders.
"Of course, she did. She always wanted to go to the- wait. Did you just make me sidetracked so they can sneakily get here?" He said whilst pointing at the ninja Necrons.
"Of course. They are that good at stealth after... Wait, where did they go?" I can't help but act gobsmacked at the Ninja Necrons disappearing using a smoke bomb. They also get the riders as well. I looked at the other feeds and saw that the riders are now in the almost-empty prison.
Seriously, why does everyone obeys the rules in Day City more than the rules in Night City? Was it because of the lack of good cameras there or something?
"What the!? Where did they go!?" David asked and he has gotten a surprised expression on his face.
"At the prison. Damn, they work fast." I answered his question. I whistled at how fast they worked. Turns out that giving the Necron Constructs with Sandevistan in their standards is horrifying. Speedy Necrons are something not to scoff at.
"So what am I going to do with her?" I sighed at his new question. I went to my desk and sit down. I groaned at the amount of paperwork stacked on my table.
"Don't look at me. I have a stack of paperwork from the Head of Night City that I must do. Go ask Maine or something. He's the head of your wing. Now..." I donned my usual grin. "You better put the call down. Your charges might be used up, again."
"Why do people even get charged when calling you?" He asked. "Shouldn't calling you be free?
"Because I am super popular," I replied, before pausing briefly. "And we're in a super-capitalist country. Meaning even emergency services are charged as well." He groaned at my continuation.
The woman stared at Dave incredulously before clearing her throat. "
Um... Greetings, could you tell me where I am?" She asked.
"
You're in the Day City, otherwise known as the City of the Eternal Morning," I replied, causing her to blink in confusion about why the sound came from everywhere near her.
"What?" Dave asked before I relayed to him what she said. "Wait, how the hell did you know her language!?"
"Who's the guy responsible for interdimensional travel? Whether through portal tech or something else entirely? Like walking in a single direction?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow. The Martinez kid groaned whilst face-palming.
"Get her to the nearest Lab so she'll get fitted with a separate translator module. Use sign language and body language to translate what you need to do until the module is given." I was about to end the call when I remembered something. "Also, consider yourself a temporary Jaunt Wing Personnel on this stunt. Until then..." I gave myself a devilish grin, reality itself glitching briefly to cause the sun to open many eyes on its surface before blinking rhythmically and then closing the eyes once more. "Good Luck, Sandevistan of Santo Domingo." Then the call ended.
I held my Eldritch nature at bay before doing the paperwork. Nothing is more cathartic than doing such a mundane thing. Besides, this is going to be an interesting story to write about in a book.
The door to my office was slammed open and my secretary, Rebecca, strode like the little gremlin she is. "Boss, the weird-looking people are heavily interrogated by the Obsidian Coffin Dancers." She groaned at the name, just like always.
"Why? Why did those things have to be titled with that awful name? Why?"
I ignored her, like always, then grinned like the Devil I am. "My, my... the OCD is quite active today. They, too, are quite horrifying." I skimmed the important parts of the paper in front of me then I stamped it. I placed it in the finished paperwork section on my desk, which is now as tall as the table when it is planted vertically.
Rebecca placed the palm of her hand to her face. Repeatedly. Nice, I'm on a roll today.
I wonder what are the others up to this time? A quick check via my Akashic Records... He has reincarnated already!? What the fuck... Oh well. Once a Nomad, always a Nomad. I grinned and I raised my bottle. "Well without further ado, let the game begin anew," I whispered softly to the wind, knowing it won't be received by that person. It's now for me, The Emperor, to set the stage once again. "May the Tarot Club leads us all..."
⋘⦕﴾PoV: The Fool﴿⦖⋙
I opened my eyes immediately and I looked around in search of enemies. Huh? None? Strange, but not that strange. Are they hiding? No. They aren't. I slowly stood up and stretched. My back popped back into its shape as I turned around me. I grabbed my weapon and pulled it before placing it on its sheathe in my back.
What is my weapon, you ask? It was basically Guts' sword. That giant hunk of iron is called Dragonslayer. Well, it was. I've upgraded it so much that I don't think it is just a Dragonslayer but an Allslayer now. But it still retains its name, though. To honor that Berserker who killed the Idea of Evil. However, due to my large, bulky size, this weapon is a longsword instead of a huge one.
Anyways, where I am? I have no clue. I just walked in a direction and I just traveled to where I got the sensation of being pulled. Damn, this snowstorm is annoying. But none of that.
As I went onward, I found myself looking at a facility of some kind. Chaldea, huh? Maybe, it will hold answers for me.
There was a loud sound and suddenly spotlights are turned on. The spotlights slowly turned in my direction. I covered my eyes briefly before realizing despite the brightness, I can still see through that normally.
Sighing, I raised both my hands and shouted. "Denizens of this strange-looking abode. I request shelter until Demeter's Winter passes by." I waited for their answer.
I heard a screech of sonorous static before I heard a masculine voice. "Who are you and what are you doing outside of Chaldea?" The voice inquired.
"I am merely a humble Nomad, a Samaritan in some other cases. But nonetheless, an old, weary wanderer." I replied. That was technically the truth. Then again, certain people told me that is quite a thing whenever they introduce themselves to other people. "This blasted snowstorm made from Demeter's ire is causing me problems in directions for the lights of Cosmos aren't here to guide me." I continued. Drat, I shouldn't put that limitation on this life. But alas, having infinite power is quite boring sometimes.
"I see. Wait, did you say Demeter!?" The voice blurted out in a shocked tone.
"Yes? Why?" Huh? Did they not know of Her Grace?
"Demeter, as in the Grecian Goddess of Fertility?" The voice asked once more. I blinked in confusion at what they said.
"No. You must've thought of another Demeter. The one I'm referring to is Her Grace, Gabriel Demeter. The Sorcerous Goddess of the Cosmic Storms, the Voice of the Planetes, and the Magician of the Fourth Magic from the Golden Era." There was a loud crackle in a sonorous static before I heard metallic hinges slowly being turned. "This very storm is just one of her ire's that she sent against everyone in one of her tantrums, again." I continued as the very storm slowly gained more force than before.
I saw a woman with purple hair. She is wearing some sort of clothing similar to those people found in Orleans. "Get in."
I hurriedly go inside, careful not to bump my horned helmet on the door frame. She closed the door and then turned to me. She seems surprised. I think I know why. I am wearing a complete replica of King Hassan's armor. However, due to my cloak, the armor isn't visible from afar.
"I thank thee, young maiden." I bowed my head briefly to her.
"Uh. Um… The snowstorm hasn't let up, huh?" Huh? Oh, she's attempting to chat with me. Oh, who cares. Let's give it a go, I guess?
"Indeed, young one. The Sorcerous Goddess's Ire is one that affects all words regardless if they are not supposed to be snowing or even having water, to begin with." I spoke with a chuckle. "But of course, being the middle child in the Cosmic Pantheon does that to her. Especially for the fact that I am the one responsible for her Father's death to begin with."
Okay, now she's having a strange expression. "No. I didn't kill him. He gave his position up willingly and gave me all of His powers. Passing of the torch to a new Lord of Heaven and Earth, He says. However, as I am not used to His power yet, I am not on His level yet." The more I talk, the stranger her expression becomes. Meh. Not my problem.
My walk throughout these halls is a rather somber experience. I did find this place quite derelict. Nothing like a large-scale reality warping can't fix. But alas, I temporarily locked that out as I tend to go nuts with power.
As I was about to go to another corridor I stopped. I turned around. Huh? She didn't follow me? Strange. Hmm… What's that?
I walked towards what I saw, that thing. It's an ethereal blue orb. It looks like this planet from afar. I recognize the continents but I could feel something within them. As I was to reach in, I heard someone nearby shouting out loud.
"Wait! Don't touch it!" I turned to look. It's that purple-haired woman again. Oh well, I touched it and I could feel something-no. I could feel a hand. I grabbed that hand and pulled. Out came a… White-haired woman? Huh?
"Eep!" The white-haired woman squeaked out before she fell to the floor. The purple-haired woman's expression is quite strange again. Sighing, I rubbed the back of my helmet with my other free hand. I could never understand women unlike the Mayor of Day City, who is one of my predecessors.
Then I heard numerous footsteps by the hall then someone nearly slipped as they stopped on one of the doorways here. I saw a man with white hair panting and I heard the purple girl uttering under their breath. "Impossible."
"Did we fucking win?" The white-haired man spoke in between breaths.
"What the..."
⋘⦕﴾Timeskipping... Complete. Usage of Akashic Records has been noted.﴿⦖⋙
"...fuck. Lostbelt scenario thanks to our own fucking people." The white-haired woman, Olga, spoke with a grimace.
It appears that I am at an impasse. Turns out, two of the people here are dead. The purple-haired one is still in shock at what just happened. No big deal for me, seen many people get revived over and over again. Thanks, Day City, you've ruined death for all of us. Anyways, we are now sitting at a circular table.
"Did you know that Thoth's name when written, spells out Owo?" I said with a chuckle as one of the people on the table groaned knowing what was going to happen next. "When they speak, 'Thoth, what's this?'. They meant 'Owo, what's this?'," I grinned as I heard a bleating goat nearby.
Heads turned towards the white-haired man, Solomon, as he begins to slam his head on the table repeatedly.
⋘⦕﴾PoV: The Star﴿⦖⋙
I gasped and sat upright immediately at the strange dream. I could feel that who I am truly has been irrevocably changed. I looked around and blinked in confusion. I'm still in my room, and that's a really weird dream.
…
Huh? What's this? True Monarch Yellow Mountain sent a friend request to me. Okay…? I guess I will accept. Done. I accepted. He must've been one of my classmates. Oh, he invited me to a group called, "Nine Provinces Number One Group". I tilted my head in confusion before shrugging. I accepted again.
Hmm… They are a bunch of weeaboos who think they are cultivators, aren't they? Yep, they are. For some reason, I accepted that as a fact. I read for a while before noticing that whenever my eyes closed, I see everything slowly blur. Hrnh… So sleepy~…
I see a lonely figure of a tree staring at the vast emptiness. It has three eyes. Two normal ones, and one on its forehead. The left eye is a red spiraling kaleidoscope. The right eye is akin to a pale-white star imitating a flower. The eye on its forehead is glowing ethereally. It gazed upon itself and uttered. "Let there be light… and also darkness… I think. Or was it dankness? Not sure. But still…" Then there was light, darkness, and also dankness.
I snapped awake immediately and I noticed the clock. Huh? It's just an hour from now. Oh. They added me wrongly. Not only that but this Yellow Mountain guy kept getting errors whenever he is trying to divine my existence. Then there's the fact that he accidentally added the wrong person. Apparently, he is trying to get someone named Soft Feather to join this chat group.
Oh.
…
He added another wrong person. Is he… half-asleep or something? Eh, who cares. I've decided to sleep some more. It isn't like this is important or anything... right?
⋘⦕﴾A Fool reincarnates once more...﴿⦖⋙
⋘⦕﴾No, the Second Fool. The One that has gotten the Celestial Cultivation. The Enemy of the First Fool.﴿⦖⋙
⋘⦕﴾The First Fool is still alive, though...﴿⦖⋙
⋘⦕﴾The Emperor starts shuffling the cards for the new game...﴿⦖⋙
⋘⦕﴾A World totally not ruled by a desolate Star...﴿⦖⋙
⋘⦕﴾Will the Fool find the final solution to win once more?﴿⦖⋙
A Mad Magnus said:
Ah. It appears I saw another Ein Sof entirely while I'm here in this asylum. Oh well, it's nice to know that such a reality exists. As for me? Well... I'm going to try and actually try to continue that look for that certain story's plot because of me being lazy again. Seriously, I really need to find a better person trapped there. The Main Man isn't gonna cut it. Lobo doesn't want to be imprisoned into some shit.