The Witch of the Cyberpunk Era

On the outskirts of Anjiu City, the newly developed industrial parks were basically occupied by Nisto Company, forming a contiguous manufacturing park, providing firearms, bullets and artillery for the military.

In an armor repair workshop, Miyari Kazama summons her spirits.

These spirits are called "worker bees" by her. They look like amber translucent elves, and their facial appearance is similar to that of Kazama Palace. They are busy maintaining and debugging the damaged armor that the witches have replaced. Among them, Pan Ruiyinna The large and heavy pieces of black armor stand out the most.

"The armor that can learn, let's see what you have learned now." Kazama Miyari said to himself, his eyes flashing aggressively, as if he wanted to disassemble the whole armor and swallow it.

The research witch needs a deep grasp of mathematics and physics, and now Miyazaki Kazama is touching the edge of her own knowledge.

She observes three different terminal panels at the same time, which respectively display the battle simulation experiment program, the artificial intelligence deep learning status, and the mechanical analysis drawing, which helps her to continuously optimize and iterate the armor design.

Researchers need sufficient time and resources to practice sudden inspiration, and Miyazaki Kazama is grateful for the precious opportunity that he now has.

Combining human technology with the power of witches, the results of her work in the laboratory are invaluable. These adaptive witch armors condense the essence of technology, supporting the war witches to show their power on the front line.

"How do you feel?" Lila connected to the workshop's communication channel.

"It couldn't be better." Miyari Kazama pressed the button and joined the channel, talking excitedly about the armor, "The battle with the Crystal Man made these evolutionary armors more alert and good at fighting, and every endurance The nicks left by the blows, and every crystalline residue that penetrates the armor's crevices makes them smarter, and these records are used to upgrade its built-in AI."

"They follow the wearer's fighting style."

"Yes, now these armors can repair themselves, and can adjust the power of each part to adapt to different specifications of combat, and also have the advantages of nano armor, pale legion armor and power armor, I think they have passed the test and can enter the production sequence ."

"Your job is good. What about your life? I saw your application, and you want to investigate and contact the research witches in other companies and laboratories."

"Of course, I want them to understand that there is a place in this world that allows them to develop their talents freely." Kazama Miyari said confidently, "Youai Company has a professional witch rescue team that can bring them from other companies. come out."

"We will get in touch," Lila said. "Maybe we will also let our own witches take action to rescue high-value witches from other companies and let them join our camp."

"Maybe this is the way the witches survive in this era," Kazama Miyari said enthusiastically, "I already understand, I understand everything!"

"Understand what?"

"I mean," Kazama Miyari managed to organize the language neatly after the initial excitement, "I want to understand, magic power, appearance, emotion... these unique characteristics distinguish witches from humans, so that witches always Almost alien in society. But now we have a unified weight and measure that can bring witches and humans back to the same starting line - that is 'labor'. Both witches and humans output value through labor. From this perspective , the difference between the two 'races' is infinitely narrowed, both exporting labor to strive for the transformation of the world and self-development."

"A nice angle."

"This is the best result." Kazama Miyazaki said happily, "Lord Faroza can also use the Witch Council to rank the witches and formulate laws. Lord Faroza is fully capable of all witches. Master. And the Nisto Company will also let other witches work like ordinary people and be treated fairly."

wrong. Lila secretly said. Kazama Miyari got one thing wrong.

Witches who are good at production and logistics, as well as witches with mediocre or even useless abilities, can of course join the human production order.

What about the battle witch? Any witch who has the opportunity to reach the pinnacle of power will not be willing to live under others. Most witches have been dominated by their inner desires since they were born, pursuing powerful magic power, hoping to gather all the great powers in themselves. There is no doubt that ambition is the first essence of a witch.

Hopefully, Farosa can sort this out in a sane way.

"Nisto will accept more witches," Lila said.

"That's the best way..." Miyari Kazama admired Nisto Company very much.

Based on the principles of extensive alliance, joint participation and focus on fairness, Nisto has become a large-scale cross-industry cooperative consortium, covering military industry, agriculture, security, education, scientific research, information services and other fields.

The advantages are obvious. The highly integrated digital and information system optimizes the scheduling problem to the greatest extent; sufficient basic benefits allow everyone to get rid of worldly troubles and focus on the work itself; the flat, low-level structure reduces redundancy and achieves the best possible results. It is compact and capable, allowing members to exert their talents in execution, eliminating the need for various laymen and experts in the traditional sense.

Violence is even more outstanding. There are many demigods, supernatural beings and magical items. Whoever wants to destroy the valuable achievements of Nisto Company must be prepared in all fields and at all levels, otherwise, they will only bring disaster to themselves.

"Back to the armor; you are the designer of these armors," Lila said. "You have the right to name them."

"Hmm... Nisto x01 type 'infinite' class witch armor." Miyazaki Kazama was already prepared.

"Infinite Armor." Lila understood, "Nice name."

"These military-grade armors will become invincible equipment for Nisto." Kazama Miyazaki was satisfied, "What's my next task?"

"The previous battle with Qingyao showed that we need to greatly improve the mobility of the witch."

"The steel wing thruster is the most mature solution at present." Miyazaki Kazama mused, "I can study and imitate its light version, which is more suitable for controlling medium and short-range airspace. But it lacks key materials, such as nickel molybdenum. Tungsten alloy, now it takes at least nine months to ship.”

"We will handle the raw materials, don't worry."

"Yes." Kazuma Miyari glanced at the time. When it was time for get off work, she said goodbye to Lila, and then asked Katagiri Ai to go out to dinner.

On the other side, Lila finished her work and went to Xu Yang's room. She helped the master who left home to clean up the room, clean the house, and clean up his office.

Many objects still had the scent of their masters, which made Lila fascinated.

There is no doubt that from beginning to end, Lila's heart was overflowing with cherishing and longing for her master, and this impeccable loyalty never faded with the passage of time.

but……

If his master doesn't come home, what's the point of having a clean bed, neat bookcases and tabletops?

She wandered back alone on the top floor of the Shijin Building. Whenever she stared at the traces left by the master in the whole room, Lila would always recall the bits and pieces of getting along with the master in the program. At the same time, an irreversible force marked the flow of information in her mind chip with grief.

She was infinitely grateful to her master for cutting her life down in the middle, clearly dividing it into two parts. The first half was torture and pain, and the second half was happiness and achievement. Compared with her master, Lila herself was just dust that annihilated at any time. However, no matter how precise the calculation is, it is impossible to know when the master will return. Every minute she parted with her master made her think that she was being ruled by nothingness and the end.

The little fool followed Lila quietly all the way. Wherever Lila went, she followed, she stopped, and the little fool also stopped. When she looked sad, the little fool also bit his lip.

"What are you doing?" Lila turned to look at her.

"Quack, quack." The little fool pointed to his mouth, wanting to eat and drink.

"Can you bring him back?" Lila asked. "Lila dare not ask for anything from her master."

"Huh?" The little fool was confused.

"There will be milk," Lila said.

The little fool thought about it and decided to fight for his stomach.

She walked to the terminal, tapped the keyboard for a while, and found Xu Yang's secret channel. She sat in a fixed place for a long time to observe the world, and gradually she knew all kinds of things like the back of her hand.

The signal is sent, and communication begins to be established.

"Hello?" Xu Yang ran for a day about Nisto Middle School. After finishing, he planned to spend the night outside. He never thought that one day he would receive a communication from his office. Who is playing with his terminal? .

"Melon, quack, widow, hang." The little fool danced as he spoke, as if this would accentuate his tone.

Hearing the little fool's childish words, Xu Yang felt strange, so it would be better to go back and have a look.

As soon as he arrived at the Shijin Building, Xu Yang returned to his beloved people and things, which made his busy heart become calmer than ever. There are little fools sitting on the table in good order, and Lila watching tenderly follow him.

"Welcome home, master." Lila crouched at Xu Yang's feet, with infinite respect for her master.

"Let's go, Lila." Xu Yang picked her up by the waist and set off to the bedroom.

The little fool watched them leave, sat on the table, and fell into deep thought.

...

In the early morning, more than 500 people gathered on an unnamed island a hundred nautical miles northeast of the northern archipelago.

Big waves pounding the shore over and over, mossy boulders scattered irregularly on the rough sandy shore, and the seashore littered with **** from ocean currents, the island's most unfortunate gift. Evergreen trees and shrubs grow wildly in the center of the island, vines and miniature lakes lie deep in the inaccessible jungle, and only the oldest manuscripts record the location of this unnamed island.

These five hundred people are the followers, the last followers, who worship the great old gods and perform ceremonies here.

The Prophet had predicted this moment, and the greatest men in their order had told them the truth, and on this small island, at 8:9 a.m. on this day, they would have the opportunity to experience a spectacle that no one else could have imagined. .

One by one, they took off their accessories, technological products and clothes ~www.readwn.com~ and threw them into the sea. Among their followers, there were many men and women with successful careers. At this time, they gave up everything and returned to the original state of nothing.

Followers lined the shore, standing or sitting, listening to the wind, feeling the splash of the big waves falling on their dry skin, almost out of their bodies after five days without food.

--arrive.

Huge waves rushed to the shore of the uninhabited island, heralding the arrival of the ancient gods. They made bursts of excited shouts, raised their hands high, and felt the sudden increase in temperature through their skin.

They screamed, eyes blinking with pain and soreness, but they didn't want to miss it.

boom!

The dazzling flash of golden and red meeting lit up, and as the teleportation technique was activated, a giant **** hundreds of meters high suddenly appeared in front of them. The incomparably magnificent outline made the followers cheer loudly. With another life on the verge of death, he turned his head to look at the hundreds of small creatures on the beach.

"Yanduo—" It screamed in fear and ear-piercing, never thinking that there are so many tiny humans standing up here to meet the brightest glare in the world.

The arc flashed, the followers on the beach reveled and laughed, their fragile skin peeled off in the heat, and their eyes exploded in the sun and golden light, their long-cherished wish finally came true.

The tall giant turned away from the island in a terrified gesture, jumped into the sea in horror, and continued on its way.

Survivors on the beach crawled with difficulty in the direction where the giant was gone, as if chasing a dream. They sank into the sea one by one, knowing that they had transcended all mundane worlds and witnessed unseen wonders, so they transcended and reached another higher realm, and they could die in the evening.