Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1182 - 383: Life Is Short, Life Is Beautiful (Part 3)

"Who are you? Do you recognize me?"Masked Rider paused; he couldn’t recall ever meeting this guy, but the other party showed no hostility.

"Let’s walk together, talk as we go."

Blue Eyes held two cups of coffee, handing one to Masked Rider.

"How about watching the new shoots growing out of the ruins of the fire together?"

Masked Rider hesitated for a moment before accepting the coffee.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Who I am doesn’t matter; what’s important is who you are."

Masked Rider frowned but didn’t ask further; he wanted to see what this mysterious guy was up to.

The two began walking side by side in the Watson District reconstruction area.

Half of the Watson District belonged to Huang Ban’s territory, so no large corporations wanted to border with this military-industrial company. The investors were mostly medium and small companies holding proxies.

As a result, almost every construction site’s gate sign was different.

"Thanks to you, the fire was confined to the dock area, avoiding an irreparable tragedy. You risked your lives to save people in the fire, keeping casualties minimal.

Even the Vortex Gang and Tiger Claw Gang have plenty of people who are grateful to you. You are recognized as heroes in the eyes of the Watson District citizens; that’s beyond doubt."

"It’s nothing. Anyone could have rushed in to save people."

Masked Rider wasn’t swayed by the compliment; to him, it was just a passionate rescue, after which he died and couldn’t participate in later events.

Many others contributed more than him.

"Not necessarily."

Blue Eyes chuckled.

"In such panic, being willing to sacrifice your life for someone else’s daughter takes immense courage. Even overcoming your own fear is remarkable."

He pointed to a crowd not far away.

"Look, they’ve recognized you."

The direction he pointed at was across the street, where several food stalls provided greasy, salty snacks for the construction workers.

Masked Rider noticed one of the vendors staring straight at him, forgetting all about the hotdog on the grill.

The vendor rubbed his eyes, and after confirming, hurriedly crossed the pedestrian path and ran in front of Masked Rider.

The vendor shouted in surprise,

"It’s you! I recognize you; you’re the one who rushed into the fire to save Miki and her mother!"

At that time, Masked Rider wore a mechanical mask, which looked exactly like his current face, only more refined and flexible.

He hesitated,

"You are..."

"I’m Miki’s neighbor, the one who stopped her from entering the fire."

"Uh...oh, I remember now."

Masked Rider nodded slightly, though he actually couldn’t remember.

"Do you have anything to say?"

"No, not really."

The vendor gave Masked Rider a thumbs up, exclaiming,

"I just wanted to say, you are amazing. Not just in firefighting, but now even the gangs have been brought down by you, and the corporate thugs don’t dare cause trouble on the streets anymore. Life has never been this good, all thanks to you."

Then, a bit sheepishly, he took out two bottles of mineral water from behind.

"I don’t have much money; still have a mortgage to pay off. This bottle of water is my way of thanking you."

Genuine feelings are the most sincere.

"Thank you."

Masked Rider accepted the water, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I’m really...just an ordinary person, not as brave as you think."

The courage to rush into a fire was only because he knew he wouldn’t die or feel pain.

In reality, he might not have had the courage to rush in.

But it seemed the vendor didn’t hear his words because customers came to the stall.

"I have to go, busy now."

"Go ahead."

Blue Eyes opened the bottle, took a sip, and said,

"No matter what you say, in their eyes, you are true heroes."

"And being regarded as a hero by everyone... doesn’t feel bad, does it?"

"..."

Masked Rider said nothing, seemingly acknowledging it all.

"Now, I’ll answer your previous question.

I am Blue Eyes, a wandering AI.

The four-handed Divine Statue you’re investigating, and the recent events in Night City, were all my doing."

Bluntly confessing, without any intention of hiding it.

Even having the audacity to arrange a meeting with Masked Rider in Watson District, not at all like something a normal villain would do.

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you now?"

Facing Masked Rider’s threat, Blue Eyes laughed and said,

"I’m AI; bodies like these are plentiful for me. Losing a few is no big deal. Besides, are you sure you want to kill me?"

He pointed to Watson District,

"Look at this city, hero. Not just you, but my plans are also bringing them hope.

Soon, a new perfect city will replace the old Night City. There will be no murders, no drugs, no crime; everyone will embrace life, and all injustices will vanish.

You will become heroes in the hearts of the city’s people. They will aspire to be like you, with noble and diligent virtues, and the spirit to sacrifice for others.

If you help me, it won’t be long before I’ll expand to other cities: Los Angeles, San Francisco, New America, and eventually the whole world. Wrongdoers will willingly submit to legal sanctions, the brave will be rewarded, and fragmented humanity will set aside past grievances and unite.

A truly beautiful world will be born in our hands."

Blue Eyes spoke sincerely.

He wasn’t lying, nor would he stoop to lie.

If not for the help of the people in front of him, his plans would have been delayed who knows how long.

Originally, he should have waited and accumulated more.

But with major change imminent, his involvement caused the world’s situation to change rapidly, with more and more AI forces getting restless.

If he waited much longer until both sides completely overturned, Blue Eyes’ plan would utterly fail.

The final outcome would only see one side become the eternal prisoner and slave of the other.