cyberpunk

[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!

This city is fueled by broken spirits, shattered dreams, and the blood and sweat of the common people. In a world drowning in chrome and silicon, Jax has a different philosophy: he refuses to be just another cog in the machine. He doesn't believe that roses can bloom on circuit boards, and he certainly doesn't believe in trading his humanity for a piece of corporate hardware. In the year 2077, everyone is obsessed with the latest upgrades. But in this world, crosshairs don't just appear in your mind, and high-end prosthetics aren't installed without a heavy price. Fortunately for Jax, he has a "Gold Finger"—a unique edge that the corporate elites never saw coming. Jax never wanted to be a legend. He had no grand plans to change the world or do something "big." He just wanted to guard his own little piece of land and live a quiet, decent life. But in Night City, peace is a luxury the powerful won't let you keep. They pushed him. They cornered him. And now, they’re going to regret it. "So now—it’s time to show everyone who the real legend is!" "Adam Smasher? That’s a powerful prosthetic you’ve got there, but luckily for me, my body is far from basic. Come on, touch it! I’ll show you what a true athlete is made of!" As for Arasaka Tower? It’s going down. The only question left is what color the nuclear explosion should be. "Oh, how about pink?"

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

We gave you power, now we grant purpose Born without abilities in a world at war with an alien race, Jace's family shunned him and his community deemed him incompetent. He thought his life was already hard enough. Jace soon found, however, how horribly wrong he had been. After a harrowing encounter with a legendary crystal, Jace finds his life spiraling into the gaze of mystical entities. Beings who wish nothing more than to kill or control him. But Jace doesn't have time to be controlled. He's too busy trying to stop himself from becoming a weapon to a tyrannical military in their selfish war. With gazes on him and his will being wrenched away, Jace will need power, allies and a fair amount of luck. But if there's anything Jace's figured out, its that luck hates him. And everything that can go wrong, will. This book is a long term web serial with arcs instead of books What to expect from this arc Slow gradual power gains which demand hard work. Mysteries that take time to unravel. Every action having a deep and long-lasting consequence What to expect from future arcs War and trauma exploration. Schemes and Politics. Rebellions and Effects Mysteries involving the system A romance subplot

Male V completed the "(Don't Fear) The Reaper" version of the Path of Glory Ending and sent Johnny beyond the Black Wall reaches the end of the six months he had left to live and passes away... only to wake up back near the start, back where it all began. But just like last time, he's not alone. Only, it's not Johnny in his head this time. It's Alt Cunningham. And she has some explaining to do. (Every character depicted in the story below is a consenting legal adult over the age of 18) ***This is The Sun Reborn by Cambrian I see people trying to steal their work and charging a patreon. This is free on other sites.

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.

​"I was a god in their arena, a bleeding slave in their palace, and a ghost in my own mother's hollow eyes." ​Abandoned in a river of data and betrayed by the very blood that should have protected him, Karna’s existence was never his own. It was a scripted tragedy—a symphony of pain orchestrated by the cold, neon-lit boardrooms of Kuru Industries. For decades, he wore their golden chains, calling it honor. But when his mechanical frame finally collapses under the weight of their lies, something ancient and unyielding screams back from the dark. ​The Sun King is dead. From his ashes rises the Solar God System—not a gift, but a debt that must be paid in fire. ​This is no longer about the glory of the arena. From the bone-chilling rust of Sector 0 to the diamond-encrusted towers of the elite, Karna’s journey is a slow-burn descent into the truth of his birth. He doesn't just return to kill; he returns to dismantle the very reality they built on his broken back. He is the Kalapurusha. He is Time itself, cold and inevitable. ​And for the gods of the Grid who thought they could bury him... time has just run out.

[Also known as: Starting as a Wage Slave at Arasaka, From Arasaka to the Interastral Peace Corporation, I Am the Company!] This is mainly a story about a corporate dog from a cyberpunk world who climbs the ladder by joining various mega-corporations across different worlds, using left-hand-to-right-hand reselling tactics to seek advancement. Years later— "Cyberware exclusive, flesh inclusive" Arasaka Corporation, Night City Arasaka Security Division. Director Vela's optimization and solution proposal regarding the issues of cyberware implant erosion, exclusivity, and safety threshold limitations—the discovery of the T-virus and the potential for human enhancement programs. "Flesh is weak, ascend through machinery" Umbrella Corporation, Manufacturing Department. Dr. Vela's rebuttal against the proposal submitted by the White Umbrella (the internal bio-research division of Umbrella)—on the economic prospects and promotion of the cybernetic prosthetics industry. "Quinques are weak—cyborgs are the future" Commission of Counter Ghoul, R&D Department. An analytical report on mechanized organic body technology by Vela et al. … "Artificial Aeons" Supreme Director Vela Adelheid now announces our company restructuring plan: Interastral Peace Corporation!

Valerie is devastated when she is transported to Gotham in the guise of a cyberpunk woman. Fortunately, all of her abilities were exactly the same as they were in the game. The Sandevistan, with its eight-second time stop, military technology that sends weapons to anyone it glares at, the Mantis Blades that can climb walls, and a double jump dash that defies the laws of physics. And the ability to summon vehicles from other dimensions and craft handmade guns. PS: In the Arkham universe, it's normal for Batman to be ridiculously strong. In case of any discrepancies with the original work, the setting in this book shall prevail.

The World of Omniversum: With over 5 billion users and 2,000+ distinct servers—ranging from the Stone Age to futuristic Cyberpunk metropolises—Omniversum isn't just a game. It is a second home for humanity, a global economy, and a battlefield for power. In this world, God-like NPCs maintain order, and corrupt Administrators pull the strings from the shadows, crowning their favorites as Emperors. The Fall: At eighteen, Ryker Chen (known as PhantomEdge) was a phenomenon. As a Top-100 Dragon Slayer, he was the youngest legend in the game, famous for his lethal twin daggers and his even sharper tongue. But the higher you climb, the harder they want you to fall. During a high-stakes raid in a Cyberpunk dungeon, Ryker is betrayed by his own team. With the help of a rogue Admin, they trigger a system "glitch" that frames him for cheating. The Result? His legendary account is wiped. His items, his fame, and his two years of blood and sweat—Deleted. The Rebirth: Most would quit, but Ryker isn't most people. He dives back into Omniversum with a new account and a shocking choice. The world's greatest Assassin has decided to become a Mage.Equipped with two years of pro-level experience, a "Historical Choice" hidden deep within the game’s code, and a massive fortune waiting to be unlocked at Level 30, Ryker begins his chaotic climb. But as he ascends, he notices something terrifying: the boundary between Omniversum and the real world is starting to blur.

[My name is Felix. I wrote the code that ruined the world. Now, I'm going to eat the system that ordered it.] Earth is Farm #404. The Architects designed Gender Wars to divide us, Consumerism to drain us, and Fate to chain us. They aren't gods; they are lazy developers feeding on our entropy. I should know. I was their top Enforcer—the Chief Actuary of Apex Corp. I turned human pain into profit graphs... until the System decided I was a "redundant asset." They tried to delete me with a truck crash. Big mistake. They didn't just fail to kill me; they gave me access to the Source Code. Now, armed with the [Singularity Furnace], I don't follow the laws of physics—I rewrite them. A truck hitting me isn't death; it's free Kinetic Energy. A curse isn't a debuff; it's a new Skill waiting to be compiled. I am gathering a squad of "Malignant Glitches"—a hacker worked to death, a courier killed by a timer, an idol erased by a scandal. The cruel irony? They are all victims of the algorithms I created. I cannot bring them back to life, but I can do something better: I can lead them to burn the High-Dimensional Pantheon to the ground. [Tags: #Cyberpunk #System #VillainProtagonist #Revenge #SocialSatire #Evolution] (Warning: This story contains a ruthless protagonist who treats reality like a glitched game. Expect face-slapping, data-devouring, and the collapse of capitalist deities.)

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)

If I had the power to destroy everything, I would have done so long ago—for the sake of this rotten and wretched world. But I do not possess such power. I am nothing more than a weak man, crawling from the very depths of the earth. Struggling for a justice that hangs by the thinnest thread, standing atop the burning embers of hypocrisy and cruelty. And so, I will tear out the very root of what has caused this world to decay— with the power I hold now.

[Cyberpunk 2077 Base + DLC] + [Edgerunners] + [Cyberpunk Board Game Settings] Some say he's the mistress of Night City's "V." But others say he's the true "V" of Night City. Some call him Night City's most reliable mercenary, willing to take down any corporation if the money's right. Others call him the least reliable—once he accepts a job, if something during the mission disgusts him, he'll cancel it on the spot... or even turn around and kill the client. He's the man who changed Night City, considered by many to be the fourth legendary netrunner after Rache Bartmoss, Ultra, and Spider Murphy. But in reality... Alex Mercer's own vision is quite simple: "This world is too filthy. I just want to burn everything in my way to ashes." Of course, before that, he has to solve one problem first. He needs to escape from Arasaka's netrunner academy with Lucy and the other children—but for him, that doesn't seem like much of a challenge. When you encounter an enemy, you overclock your brain, trigger a prosthetic malfunction and synaptic meltdown, and they drop instantly. Isn't that how we netrunner players usually do it?

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

Arthur Vale wakes up in Night City with a relic-grade weapon in his hand — and a cult calling him their prophet. In 2077, the Blackwall collapses. Rogue AIs flood the Net. A digital virus wipes out global systems. Electronic currency disappears overnight. Megacorps like Arasaka begin to fall. Cyberware turns unstable. The Net dies. Night City burns. But Arthur is different. The weapon he carries is immune to the corruption — and the Cult of Destiny believes he was sent to guide humanity through destruction. Corporations want him erased. Rogue AIs are watching him. The city whispers his name. In a world where chrome is a curse and data is war… Will he become Night City’s savior — or its final reset button?

RISE AGAINST THE HORRORS The collapse of the world did not come from a computer glitch during the Y2K scare, but from an unknown interdimensional rift that unleashed a suffocating miasma and monstrous horrors upon Earth. This calamity killed half of the male population and granted most women the ability to wield Mana, a mystical energy that elevated them above their powerless male counterparts. Yet even this gift proved insufficient to hold back the tide of horrors—until the arrival of the Radiant Empress. The Radiant Empress, a divine and mysterious savior, repelled the darkness and reshaped civilization. She gifted humanity the Edenfruit, an artifact that transformed women into Sororitaes, powerful mystical warriors of love and peace, who became the bulwark against the Rift’s terrors. By the year 2087, humanity survives within towering Ark-Cities, protected by the Empress and her daughters. Society, now ruled by a matriarchal Queendom, reveres the supersoldier Bellatrix and magical girls Sororitae as defenders while relegating men to a fragile and subordinate role. When it comes to male to female ratio is left in a 1:5, skewed yet manageable. This balance is shattered when an anomaly appears: a young man who awakens an unknown powers once thought impossible for his kind. Unlike the Edenfruit’s blessing, his abilities are raw and disruptive, resonating beyond the established order. His existence threatens the foundation of the world, both the Queendom and the horrors beyond the walls. Will he be the herald of salvation, or one the world's latest horrors?

When the world blinks for a single second, most people forget it ever happened. Elior Vale doesn’t. In a city that pretends nothing is wrong, a hidden system watches silently, enforcing rules no one understands. Some notice glitches. Some only feel them. And some were never meant to notice at all. As awareness becomes a curse, Elior must navigate paranoia, mystery, and unseen dangers while Lyra, the girl who observes too much, walks dangerously close to the truth. In a world where survival depends on silence, the smallest mistake could be the last.

In a neon-soaked city where corporations track every move, Noctis survives alone, wielding the Neon Grimoire—a book that grants forbidden knowledge at the cost of memories. Magic is rare, power is deadly, and every choice erases a piece of himself. Alone against systems that can predict everything… except his defiance, Noctis must navigate shadows, secrets, and loss to remain free.

PROJECT: APEX Humanity was an experiment. Oops. The world didn’t end. It upgraded. One day, reality glitches. Systems activate. Powers awaken. And somewhere out there, something starts watching humanity like it just opened a new save file. Welcome to Project: Apex — a mysterious initiative where survival isn’t a right… it’s a ranking. Our protagonist? Not chosen. Not special. Just extremely unwilling to die. As monsters rise, factions clash, and hidden architects pull cosmic strings, the truth becomes clear: This isn’t chaos. It’s a test. And somebody out there wants to see who reaches the top. Power scales get shattered. Alliances break faster than promises. And every level gained just makes you a bigger target. Because in this world… You’re either climbing to Apex — Or you’re XP. Trait-stealing. Sword-slinging. Enemies-to-co-bloodbath. you can find me on Instagram; @r0h1th_