Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 717 - 231: Love from Super Earth

At this proper event, it's rare that the players didn't create chaos, but instead, honestly joined in the universal celebration and the festivities.

But while there were no big pranks, small antics continued, and of course, they didn't miss the chance to equip their prosthetic limbs with firework launchers to fire back at each other. There were also those silly enough to use beer bottles as targets and attempt blindfolded shooting contests. As for the new developments in food, they were not something impossible to accept, just visually striking, but honestly, there was no issue with the taste.

Especially foreigners unfamiliar with Tokyo University cuisine had no psychological barrier eating chocolate-wrapped pork, and quite a few workers even gave the cook a thumbs up; they simply love the sweet taste.

The only pity is that this portion of meat is only enough for tonight, and it's almost Lin Miao's entire stock. Whether they can eat such meat by the mouthful next year depends on whether the farming industry can be developed.

In Taiping Continent, barrels and barrels of fireworks were placed in the brightly lit outer square of the Haitian community district. The Haitians were also having a celebration banquet. Though they don't celebrate New Year, a banquet is rare downtime from work, and with payday, Haitian workers always want to celebrate, so they didn't refuse the invitation to join.

Even more joined in, not just Haitians, people from surrounding neighborhoods came over, including homeless people.

Lin Miao considered that companies or gangs might send people to incite nearby residents or homeless to crash the annual party, so she specifically set up a few food pick-up spots targeting poor street people in each district. Everyone could come and receive a portion of food, and it was quite abundant, at least to them.

You ask where the money came from.

It can only be said that the recent public opinion battle went too smoothly, leading Gloria to procure enough food at less than a third of the market price.

As for food safety and hygiene issues, these were never in their consideration.

"Finally, it feels a bit like New Year."

The Truth Department squatted by the fire, the flickering light casting happiness on his face.

Super Earth was holding a barbecue party, dozens of cockroaches gathered cooking skewers over the fire, a banner beside them read

[Terminator Skewers - Love from Super Earth]

Eat what you can, leave the rest on the stand for Haitians or district residents to buy, anyway, the price is very low, almost equivalent to artificial meat.

He raised his beer high.

"Come on, here's to Super Earth!"

"To Super Earth!"

"Screw your Arrow C!"

Players laughed heartily, venting their inner emotions without restraint. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"I didn't expect us to spend New Year in America. Doesn't this mean we are not 'runaway' people?"

"Haha, I bet you're just craving those puff pastries from Old Mexico."

In reality, people are always burdened by various issues and responsibilities, making it almost impossible to stop and rest. Relationships and emotions among people gradually thin, and New Year's is just an excuse for family dinners.

Then at this gathering, there are marriage urges, childbirth urges, job inquiries, buying car, house, university exams, inexplicable relatives, inexplicable strangers...

Somehow, New Year became synonymous with hassle, and for many people, going home for New Year wasn't easier than working overtime at the office.

The anxiety and burdens of life lead people to constantly seek quick thrills that they get dizzy over, temporarily freeing them from annoying worries.

Now, in the game, in this alternative world, players truly shed all past restraints; no one asks about your salary, no one asks if you're married, no one introduces you to blind dates. Only familiar people gather together, dropping burdens, cheering loudly, all for the pursuit of pure joy.

There were even players running to hug Haitians and dance and sing with them. He didn't know how to sing, nor dance, but who cares, just follow along and jump and shout.

Until the sky's digital display reached 2076, a scout stood up, raised his glass to the sky and shouted:

"2076 Night City and Company, here I come! You won't have it easy this year!"

"You won't have it easy!"*N

"It's time! Set off the fireworks!"

"Bring the equipment, who just lost at rock-paper-scissors, hurry and sit on it!"

"I don't want to!"

"Listen!"

"No!"

No matter how unwilling he was, it didn't change the fact that he lost the rock-paper-scissors game to everyone. He was carried by a group and tied to the 'Wanhu Flying Chair,' exclusively sponsored by Thunder Chemical Plant.

After multiple improvements, this chair no longer explodes suddenly nor burns your bottom.

It's just that there's a small downside.

That is, having abandoned all control systems, like a rocket, once launched, there's no turning back, only a dubious reliability parachute.

As the fuse was lit, groups of fiery lights accompanied by the whistling sound of gunpowder burning soared into the sky. The scene was even more spectacular than when Mongolian Toplaner launched rockets.

Poom!

When the first firework exploded across Night City Taiping Continent's deep night sky, quite a few people were startled, thinking another explosion was happening somewhere.