cyberpunk

In the shadows of Night City, there exist 5 simple rules: 1. Live 2. Love 3. Lose 4. Despair 5. Die But what happens when a boy's world comes crumbling down? Will he be guided by his father's teachings? Maybe by the people he meets? Or could it be by a voice that should not exist... by the Whispers of the Wall? Some people say there are doors you don't open, because some doors, once opened, do not close.  --- Uploading Schedule: Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday from 11 am to 12 pm Eastern Standard Time (US) + Possible Bonus depending on my available time. Fic will contain: - Extreme Levels of Violence - Netrunning and Programming - Edegerunners + 2077 - Lore Accuracy (according to the Official Wiki) - Cyberpunk Slang

In the vertical tyranny of Aurelia Prime, a heartbeat is not a right—it is a debt. The world is governed by the Aurelian Resonance, a divine frequency that broadcasts "perfect order" while siphoning the spirit of every citizen. To the elite, it is a symphony; to those in the industrial slums of the Gutter, it is a slow death of "salt-rot" and inescapable "reconciliation fees." ​In this world, if you aren't a gear in the machine, you are fuel for the fire. ​The story follows two brothers trained in a forbidden, rhythmic combat style that allows them to move against the state’s frequency. When a high-ranking officer of the Harmonic Vanguard offers a "God’s Contract"—promising a lifetime of grace for anyone who can simply touch his armor—it sets a desperate collision course in motion. One brother sees a chance to buy their freedom; the other sees a lethal bait-trap designed to crush the spirit of the slums. ​As the Spire’s "Soul Auditors" prepare to liquidate those in debt, the brothers must decide if they will continue to survive in the shadows or risk everything to prove that even a "God" can be touched.

What is the story of the average, nobody, Night City Street Punk? One who doesn't aspire to status and fame but rather laughs at and spits on the idea. What are their drives? How do they go about surviving... navigating Night City and it's climb? Their aspirations... Their romances...Their stories.... could never compare to that of a true Night City Legend....... could it? This is a Cyberpunk Noir Original FanFic Novel

Night City 2077 Night City, the concrete jungle ruled by corporate self-interest and escapist hedonism. Gang warfare is rampant and violence is the lingua franca, and all it takes for a person to be dragged behind a corner and be ripped apart for spare parts by those less willing to merely scrape by in life is a single misstep. Merely surviving in such a place is an achievement, and to thrive is nearly impossible. Pretty bad, no? Unfortunately for our protagonist, misery oh so adores company, and he is born into this world ravaged by genetic disorders and deformities, barely scraping by in his torturous existence through the stubborn efforts of his parents. But not all hope is lost, for for all the darkness of the late 21st century, humanity trudges ever onwards and there may yet exist an escape from his cursed existence. Will our unfortunate protagonist manage to survive long enough to actually live? Or will Night City claim yet another soul undeserving of its fate? Find out on the next episode of- Yeah no that is enough of that. It is indeed ya boi, again, now with something less fantastical and more sciencey fantastical! Where we replace the racist elf with a... slightly less racist? borg boi. ...I'll workshop it. Anyway! As you may have surmised this is going to be a fic set in the universe of Cyberpunk (and maybe something else if I feel like it later on, who knows?) where the main character is going to be a full cyborg (not instantly mind you but pretty quickly) with the progression being tied in with him making upgrades instead of the usual more natural path. I've been on something of a cyberpunk binge recently and found the number and length of fics to be lacking so I thought I might as well toss my own two eddies at it. As always there is no plan at all whatsoever and we are doing this live but I do not expect it to stretch itself anywhere near the length of the Sorcerer's Tale (at least not on its own) since the Cyberpunk universe is not all that extensive in what it offers, at least not when compared to Skyrim. That being said I probably just jinxed myself into another million words of writing so imma shut up and just let you find out on your own :P And of course, before I can get spammed by one bajillion questions and comments, I am not going to say a thing about the pairings. Could be one, could be two? Point is you all seem to focus way too much on this and frankly I am going to keep it vague for the spite alone.

In this era where Mecha and muscle collide, Lu Xun takes the stage with the "All-Knowing Right Hand" capable of analyzing all things. The hand also allows him to fuse with Projection of ten thousand races: Orge Race, Elf, Giant Dragon, Undead, Demon Race, Giant, Beastman... "Is Mecha the romance of men? No... there's also muscle!"

Proxy has a simple philosophy about life. Avoid trouble. Avoid fights. Avoid people who look like they enjoy either of those things. Unfortunately, Proxy also has Nyx. They grew up together. Stayed together. Drifted through the same corners of the city long enough that everyone eventually assumed they were a package deal. Proxy assumed the same thing. What he did not assume was that Nyx had reached a conclusion about him. A very simple conclusion. If someone threatens Proxy, they shouldn't exist anymore. Proxy, of course, doesn't know that. Not yet. Up until now, Nyx has been normal. Mostly normal. A little quiet. A little intense. That illusion lasts right up until the night they both found themselves on a tropical island with fighting for their lives. Welcome to the Corporate Death Game. Thirty-Six contestants. One island. Only the survivors get to leave. Proxy plans to survive by hiding behind a terminal, breaking a few systems, and staying far away from the violence. Nyx has a different plan. Because if everyone else on the island dies, Proxy will be perfectly safe. And now Proxy knows.

[WAKE UP. REPAIR. KILL. EVOLVE.] Marcus died as a human and woke up as scrap. Trapped in a rusted droid body with only 1% battery remaining, he finds himself at the bottom of the food chain in the Endless Scrapyard. Here, mercy is a glitch, and other bots are just walking spare parts waiting to be harvested. But Marcus has something the others don't: **The System.** He can rip the laser cannon off a fallen enemy and weld it to his arm. He can integrate the armor of a tank into his skin. He can consume the cores of his rivals to upgrade his own processing power. In a world ruled by Mega-Corporations and War AIs, being "just a machine" is a death sentence. To survive, he must become a monster. From a legless cripple to a Steel God of War. They call him junk. He calls himself the Future. *** **--- AUTHOR'S NOTE ---** This story is currently being posted on **Royal Road** and is significantly ahead of the updates here. If you want to read **3 Volumes ahead** (yes, really!), simply search for **"Iron Evolution" on Royal Road**. I will be posting here daily, but the fast lane is over there!

After transmigrating, Vash Dale arrives in the world of Cyberpunk 2077, ruled by megacorporations, where street violence is mixed with high technology and low desires. Right from the start, he activate a God-Level Daily Check-in System and enter Night City as a free drifter. 『 Check-in successful! Host has obtained the 〈Perfect Driving Skill〉! 』 『 Check-in successful! Host has obtained the 〈Perfect Weapon Mastery Skill〉! 』 『 Check-in successful! Host has obtained the 〈Perfect Iron Man Cyberware Suit〉! 』

After a devastating crash that should have ended his life, Pondaru Yamada wakes up in a body that isn’t fully his own—an unnervingly perfect shell branded with the mark of Project N4O-CHI, a blacksite program that erases humans and rebuilds them as living pleasure dolls. But Pondaru isn’t like the others. He bleeds. He hurts. He remembers things automaton like him shouldn't be capable of. Stripped of his old world, Pondaru finds himself in a decayed cyberpunk underworld where neon lights hide cruelty, androids are discarded like broken toys, and survival often means losing the last pieces of your humanity. Torn between the twisted kindness of a group of mercenary misfits and the looming shadow of the corporation that made him, Pondaru must navigate a world of lust, violence, and identity crisis—where every choice brings him closer to either reclaiming who he is, or becoming the product he was designed to be. In a city that devours the weak and worships desire, a place where compromise does not exist, one thought haunts him above all: If I bleed… then I must still be real…Right?

In a world where breathing is a subscription, his existence has just been canceled. Aethelgard is a vertical neon hell where physics is governed by predatory economics. Here, the elite live forever by harvesting "Life-Seconds" from the poor, and every heartbeat is taxed. Silas is a "Ghost"—a boy deleted from the Global Ledger to pay for his parents' debts. He doesn't legally exist, which makes him the only person in the city the System can’t track. Equipped with a glitched "Ghost Account," Silas can short-sell reality itself—borrowing power from his future and dumping the agonizing physical costs into a void in his mind. But something ancient is living inside that void, waiting for Silas to slip into the red. Silas isn't looking for a way out. He’s looking for a Hostile Takeover. He’s going to climb from the toxic slums to the glittering Spires, liquidate the gods who erased him, and become the Sovereign Creditor of the universe. The market is about to crash. And Silas is the one pulling the plug.

Blade lost his parents at sixteen to a conspiracy now at 19 he’s away from his home and his uncle's, undercover while trying to avenge his parents' death.

The old gods didn't die. They were buried. In a neon-soaked megacity where corporations have replaced pantheons and the poor districts rot beneath the Spire's cold light, nineteen-year-old Kai is nobody. A delivery boy in District Nine — the lowest of the low, the forgotten end of a forgotten city. Then he nearly dies in a gang war gone wrong, and something ancient wakes up in his blood. The Bloodline of the Last Street God. Now Helix Corporation wants to harvest him. The warring gangs want to use him. And the buried gods of every district are waiting — dormant beneath decades of concrete and corporate erasure — for someone to remember them. Kai has no money, no status, and no army. He has the alleys. He has the streets. He has the pulse of a city that was never truly dead. And he's done delivering for other people.

"In the year 2000, the world didn't just age—it rotted." Ren lives in the shadows of a retro-modern dystopia, haunted by a jagged scar and a power he never asked for: The Vane. Once a curse that tore his family apart, the Vane is now the only thing keeping him alive in a world ruled by high-tech tyrants and experimental gods. With the mysterious "King" tightening his grip and secret organizations like Spero’s shadow-network creating artificial superhumans, Ren is forced out of his isolation. Between flickering CRT monitors and lethal energy pulses, he must master his awakening power before the Frozen Throne claims his soul. In a game of survival where memories are shattered and power is poison, how far will Ren go to reclaim his destiny? What to expect: Dark Fantasy & Dystopian World-building Unique "Vane" Power System Anti-Hero Protagonist Retro-Modern Aesthetic (90s tech meets lethal energy)

Cyberpunk Universe: Ignoring the game company executives in the audience who were grinding their teeth, Vivian Frost spoke with growing confidence. “He handles all the creativity—art, music, and vision. I only take care of funding and profits.” The more she spoke, the prouder she became. Below the stage sat Ethan, the head of Northstar Games, caught between wanting to applaud and not knowing whether to laugh or cry. ——— “What kind of game company makes animation before making games? Border Walker is absurdly good!” “You’re planning an online game but start with a blockbuster movie first? Top 100 at the global box office—are you a game studio or not?” “Northstar Games? More like Northstar Music Company!” Faced with the unfair mockery from industry peers, Ethan protested helplessly: “This is how games are made. How can a game exist without music? As for anime and movies, they’re just promotion. If you don’t promote like this, why stop others from doing it?” “That’s what games are supposed to be!” ----------------------------------------------- Visit our Patreon for more: patreon.com/Samurai492

A mysterious game—Night City—descends on reality. Inside the game, people die. Outside the game… the rewards become real. Weapons. Cyberware. Power. The world changes overnight. Governments hunt players. Corporations go to war. And those who fall behind… are erased. Ethan was supposed to be just another victim. But at the moment of death— He awakens an S-rank talent: Samsara. Every death rewinds time. Every failure becomes knowledge. Every life… makes him stronger. While others struggle to survive— He learns. He adapts. He hunts. And as Night City begins to merge with reality… Ethan realizes something terrifying— The game isn’t a test. It’s an invasion. And he’s already part of it. ----------------------------------------------- Visit our Patreon for more: patreon.com/Samurai492

In a world where humanity has surrendered to endless, meaningless entertainment, game designer Medici has a different prescription: games that hurt. While everyone else creates mindless distractions, he builds Battlefield: Warhammer 40K, where players die over and over until they remember what it means to fight for something. Assassin's Creed forces them to choose sides in a philosophical war with no right answers. Total War: Three Kingdoms teaches them that ambition demands sacrifice. Cyberpunk 2077 traps them in a cyberpunk hellscape they can't escape. His games don't let players forget. They don't let them stay numb. And in a civilization that's given up on everything, that might be the only thing that can save it. They wanted entertainment. He's giving them a reason to care again. what to expect: A game designer uses painful, meaningful games to wake a numb society and give players a reason to care again Games so far: Warhammer 40k demo

Kiro's dream was simple: become the richest man in the world and never go hungry again. The cosmic Cube that chose him had other plans. Now, with a price on his head and the entire world government hunting him, his dream has evolved. It’s no longer about wealth it’s about power. To survive, he must expose the rot at the heart of civilization. To thrive, he must build something new in its place. From the run-down fight pits to the highest tiers of sky-borne society, Kiro will explore a broken world, uncover ancient secrets, and turn his ragtag crew into the core of a new empire. He started with nothing but a dream and a knife. He’ll end with a city under his command and the world at his feet. Also available on royalroad. support - coffe https://ko-fi.com/andrecoller

In the neon-soaked sprawl of Neo-Kashi, your life is literally a bank account. Every person is born with a glowing "Merit-Tag" (measured in Punya Units) floating above their head. The Rich: High-tier citizens like "The Grand Vizier" have Trillions of Punyas, making them effectively immortal. The Poor: Street-dwellers struggle to keep their balance above 1.0. The Rule: If your balance hits 0.00, the "System" deems you "Inefficient Data." You are instantly deleted. Not just killed—erased from history, memories, and photos. The Merit Bazaar: A chaotic market in the lower ghats where people literally trade "Good Deeds" for "Life-Credits." The Twist: Our hero, Kabir, a street-rat born with a balance of -1.0. As a negative integer in a strictly positive system, he is a mathematical "None." Invisible to security cameras, sensors, and the "Gods" who run the city, Kabir is the only human with absolute free will. Alongside Mira, a framed priestess on the brink of deletion, Kabir embarks on a journey from the gutters to the stars. From a digital ghost to a reality-warping "Physical-Negative" bio-shell, Kabir evolves into the ultimate system virus.

SYNOPSIS: THE WATCHER OF THE INFINITE ​[The Hook] Eons ago, I was the God of Small Things, cast into the Void by a father who demanded perfection over soul. I forged a world of logic and machines, only to watch it shatter when my mortal reincarnation, Johnny, tried to rip the timeline apart to save his mother. ​[The Conflict] The Genesis Core has fractured. Reality has split into a Myriad of Continuums, creating a dying Multiverse. But the greatest threat isn't the broken stars—it is The Mirror. A version of myself has created "Parasitic Earths," dark worlds that drain the life-force of the original creation just to keep my wife, Elena, alive in a hidden fold of time. By saving one life, he has doomed billions, leaking Primal Infections, Vampires, and Forbidden Magic into the realms of steel. ​[The Stakes] Now, rising from the streets of Nairobi, I must reclaim the 1,000 fragments of the Genesis Core. I am no longer just a watcher; I am the hunter. I must navigate a Multiverse System that labels me a failure while my "Mirror" is hailed as a Savior. To save the Myriad, I must execute my own shadow and face a terrifying prophecy: Lucifer has been reborn as my own son, the Messiah of Doom. ​[The Closing] The hunt across the dying worlds begins now. I am the Architect. I am the Executioner. I am AETERNA.

Roland arrived in the world of Cyberpunk in 2066 — and awakened the PROJECT System. From that moment on, another giant began to quietly rise within the neon sprawl of Night City. Years later, Roland sat by the window, a small mechanical spider with a mantis-shaped head resting in his palm, a pet lizard curled in his arms. The world outside was still dazzling, the city still alive — yet somewhere along the way, something had quietly shifted. During an interview, when someone brought up the Arasaka Corporation, they casually asked: “Arasaka Tower? There’s no such building in Night City — at least, not below…” The man slowly lifted his head, his eyes reflecting the city skyline — and behind him, a massive inverted triangle blazed with the blinding white PROJECT logo. (CYBERPUNK x LEAGUE OF LEGENDS)