Technology changes the course of civilization. But it also disrupts the laws of nature. Between nature and civilization, is technology a salvation or a destruction? On a desolate island surrounded by vast oceans, the arrival of an outsider unexpectedly disrupts the tranquility. Through his eyes, we witness a group of mad scientists, uncovering the secrets of this peaceful island. When humans are used as experimental subjects, is it fate or technology that determines their fate? This novel features clones, mutants, and orcs. Are they experimental subjects or individuals with independent personalities? Stay tuned.

[Ghost in the Shell + Cyberpunk 2077 + Edgewalker + Operation Bartender +...]

In 2074, the 80th anniversary of the founding of Night City, fifty-one years have passed since the Fourth Corporate War. The old legends have come to an end, and the new legends have not yet embarked on their journey.

David Martinez is studying at Arasaka Academy, and V has just joined the counter-intelligence department of Arasaka Company. Under the calm situation, there is an undercurrent.

"Are you a human or an AI?" Lone Wolf mercenary Xi Da asked softly, his eyes dazed.

"Have you ever heard of... Soul Killer?" Under the moonlight, blue light flashed in the eyes of the illusory man.

They looked at each other, this was the first contact between man and God.

The moonlight witnessed them signing the contract.

When God comes to the mortal world, will he impose divine punishment on this dirty, smelly cyber world?

David, will the ending of V be rewritten as a result?

All the stories begin in 2074...

(Introduction is a labor of love, v is set as a female v with a company dog background, focusing on content, basically no knife)

Global warming and melting glaciers have led to the resurgence of ancient fungi, which have spread rapidly by parasitizing humans.

Infected individuals experience auditory and visual hallucinations, confusion, and loss of control, significantly increasing the risk of infection.

No one knows who the next infected person will be, no one knows what dangers they will face. Whether familiar or unfamiliar, everyone is a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment.

Stranded in a foreign land, all Ouyang could do was desperately try to survive.

It was an ordinary day, the foundation was operating as usual, agents were out on field missions, and researchers were conducting experiments.

Until that moment arrived, everything "abnormal" came to an abrupt end. No one knew why, no one knew what had happened, and no one knew who had done it.

The world has entered a period of normalcy, and the veil is no longer necessary. But what about the anomalies? What about the anomalies that the Foundation has coexisted with for thousands of years? What about the contained objects? Where did they go? Will they ever come back for dinner?

Mysterious numbers from Antarctica: 5:07:04 AM on March 8, 1998

When Mo Yu opened his eyes, he found himself shrunken. "How troublesome, I have to grow up all over again." Mo Yu looked at his tiny hand, which he couldn't even grasp, and thought to himself with a puzzled expression. Mom, is this the problem?! Childhood: Is this dark-skinned guy the son of the friend Dad mentioned? Child version of Aomine laughed heartily: "Kuroko, wanna go out and play?" Kuroko looked at the equally dark hand in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then thought, well, I'm an adult now, adults shouldn't be so petty with kids, right? So, he stretched out his fair, delicate little hand and covered it. Is this how you think? Why does the logic feel off?! Aomine gripped the tiny hand that was smaller than himself, his eyes crinkling with laughter. Middle school: Why do Dad and Aomine both want him to join the basketball team? He's clearly not suited for a sweaty sport like basketball at all. However, the basketball team members are all surprisingly good at getting along. Oh well, for the sake of making a group of good friends, let's play basketball. Impure thoughts, easy to get along with? Miracles: ......

I once joined heroes from another world to battle on the stage of eternal night. I once watched the starlight of a fallen magical girl streak across the night sky. I once traveled through the Victorian era of steam-powered wonders and danced with the Queen. I once attended the Jixia Academy, observing the debates of a hundred schools of thought and offering sacrifices to the world on behalf of the sage. I once traversed the five continents and four oceans, maneuvering and leading heroic spirits to fight against the six paths of reincarnation. But now... looking at the sage sister with a dagger hidden in her smile, the magical girl with an axe on her back, the heroic swordsman sharpening her blade, and the sneer of Her Majesty... I feel... I won't live much longer. So I leave behind this collection of survival rules for future generations to remember. Survival Rule One: If you can't die, then die! Survival Rule Two: Never mess with yanderes... This is the story of a savior, struggling to survive and occasionally saving the world in various strange singularities and an overworld filled with heroic spirits, ship girls, apostles, Pandorans, and other alien creatures.

Li Yang has been admitted to the top military academy in China and is now facing the choice of department.

Everyone around her was watching her expectantly, thinking she would go to the top-ranked combat department, but... she said, "I want to go to the agricultural department."

Students: "???"

Teachers: "???"

Why would a genius combat cadet go to that godforsaken agricultural science department?

The teachers cherished her talent and tried their best to persuade her, but Li Yang was determined: "I want to go to the agricultural department."

Amidst the teachers' bewilderment and the students' disdain and schadenfreude...

Ten thousand years ago, I witnessed the destruction of a civilization, the shattering of memories, and the arrival of an end. At that time, I was powerless to stop it.

Fifty thousand years ago, I felt a familiar civilization, familiar things, and familiar people, but the memories that traveled through time were not in my mind. I watched as the end destroyed civilization once again, but I suddenly regretted it.

And now, the power to save everything, all the memories of the past, are within me. This time, I don't want to lose them again, nor can I lose them. I will grant your wishes and make this world beautiful again.

Sing joyfully, all things in the world, to welcome the death of your god, who will bring boundless beauty to this world. What, "you" refuse? No, no, no, you have no reason to refuse any of this, nor is there any room for negotiation.

(There may be some timeline confusion or inaccuracies, but the main content is correct. Please forgive any errors.)