My name is Johnny Silverhand, and I'm a total loser.
It's really fucked... To be honest, when I heard this evaluation, I was very unconvinced.
After all, if we could turn the time back more than fifty years ago, if I just stood on the street and waved casually, it wouldn't take long for a girl to come over and pull my pants to serve me.
If these are considered losers, then singles all over the world will have no choice but to find a cesspool and bury their heads in it and suffocate to death.
But unfortunately, success is not defined in this way, at least...not for me.
As for why I suddenly changed my mind?
Oh, if you are patient, just continue to listen to my nagging.
First of all, please let me introduce myself again
——I, Johnny Silverhand, a complete loser!
This loser was born in 1988, and his hometown is Night City. He lived there until adulthood, and because he was still young, his head was full of shit. To put it simply, he was a very stupid person.
How stupid is he?
Oh, when he was young at that time, he actually still had the patriotic ideal of "defending the country" and joined the army of the old United States. It was not until a war in 2003 that he finally saw the true face of those insidious politicians.
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There was no pure winner in that war.
At that time, the old United States was still a superpower, and countless soldiers were filled into the garbage dump called "battlefield" like waste.
Immediately afterwards, the old United States abandoned thousands of soldiers during the war because its logistics could not keep up.
This loser was also one of the abandoned ones. He had to flee the battlefield in disgrace along with those unlucky soldiers.
Some time later, the true face of the war was finally exposed by a brave media person
——It turns out that from beginning to end, this war was just a "game" played by those insidious politicians and capitalists, who carefully planned this scam!
The truth is always cruel, but it is also useful.
As the conspiracy was exposed, the old United States finally lost the battle, and things seemed to be coming to an end here.
But I never expected that those politicians would be so shameless. They would blame the failure of the war on the "deserters" they abandoned.
This is the face of politicians and capitalists.
But by the way, I would like to mention here that even in 2077, it will still be like this. President Miles of the new United States is still deceiving the public, and he is still the same shameless.
Okay, these are the stories of the loser when he was a soldier.
He finally returned to Night City successfully and changed his name to Silverhand just because he had a silver prosthetic arm.
Then, he formed a rock band called Wu Shi. He sang many songs and incorporated his own ideas and spirit into the songs.
If you want to ask what his philosophy and spirit are, then I suggest you quit Mewtwo Videos quickly and download or buy this guy's album.
After listening to it a dozen times, you should know what his philosophy and spirit are.
Let's continue back to the topic.
Anyway, after forming the band, this guy became very popular and became the top and most popular rock star in the world at that time.
In this way, he has endless sex every day, drinks endless wine every day, and is immersed in his own sad fantasies every day, hoping that one day he can rebel against the company and the official.
He is self-righteous and thinks that his rock songs are so good that they can awaken the spirit of rebellion in music fans and then rebel against the company and the officialdom.
He is also very narcissistic and thinks he is very charming. He has dated many women, but most of them just pull up their pants and refuse to recognize them. He is a complete scumbag.
He is arrogant and arrogant. He not only thinks that his singing is very good, but also that his fighting ability is also very good. He often sings while holding a pistol produced by the Malorian Company, and when he gets high, he will shoot into the sky.
With one shot, it was as if the whole world belonged to him at that moment.
Then a lot of things happened that I am too lazy to talk about. If you want to know, just click on this link and go see his shameful deeds yourself.
Anyway, in the end, he successfully realized his dream-to place a nuclear bomb on the Arasaka Tower in Night City on August 20, 2023.
...It was really a beautiful firework. The mushroom cloud soared into the sky and destroyed everything. The dark night sky was illuminated by the flames of destruction. The lackeys of Arasaka Company screamed everywhere. The building sprinkled sand, gravel and dust, and it seemed as if
Mixed with human blood and flesh...
At that time, that stupid guy thought that he had done such a spectacular thing, and it was worth dying now.
However, he is indeed dead, and his remaining consciousness has been copied and imprinted by the [Soul Killer], and he lives in the virtual world in another way.
Death has no concept of time, and the same goes for days in a data prison. You can only feel the boundless darkness and emptiness.
So, more than fifty years passed in a flash, and Night City has changed drastically.
The residents of Night City must have seen what a bird-like state the city is in now...it's really a bloody mess.
The Arasaka Tower in Night City has also been rebuilt. The great villain abandoned his life and everything, and spent his whole life doing such a vigorous thing, but in the end, his work was in vain.
The building is still there, the company is still so awesome, and so many fans around the world fell in love with his rock music, but in the end they just did it for fun.
His songs are no longer famous, and people have been forgotten. There are not many people left in the world who still know him.
His hard work, his dedication, everything he had became worthless, and even after his death there was not even a monument.
His death is meaningless.
And this is the story of Johnny Silverhand, the underdog story.
...(long silence)
...Let me introduce myself again.
My name is Johnny Silverhand, a corpse crawling out of hell.
For some inexplicable reason, I am now resurrected.
On the first day of resurrection, I once again carefully admired the city.
There are many tall buildings, cars are coming and going, and the floating cars flying in the sky are buzzing like flies.
People passed by numbly, worked numbly, and lived numbly. There were gangsters fighting on the street, gunshots rang out not far away, and there were girls inviting me to spend some money to have fun, but I was tired and not interested.
The person who revived me said he wanted me to get familiar with the city again, but I felt as if I had never left even though I had been away for more than fifty years.
This city is still the same city it was fifty years ago, but it has put on a beautiful and splendid coat.
There are not many friends left in the past, and that person and I found Roger, my former ex-girlfriend and teammate.
She was great before, but she is even better now. She has become the king of middlemen in Night City and the queen of the afterlife bar.
When old friends meet, they naturally have to talk about a lot of things, and the two of us are no exception.
Rogge has changed a lot, at least in my eyes, she can no longer match the irritable girl she used to be.
She is more mature and stable, and always considers the gains and losses of various interests when doing things, but she is still as straightforward as before.
Oh, she already looks a bit like a nagging old woman who likes to care about everything.
Not long after chatting, the boy took me to the north of Watson District and showed me the grave of Johnny Silverhand.
I vaguely remember that it was an empty area that had long been forgotten and abandoned by the company. The whole sky was gray and dark, and everywhere was empty. The loser was lying here, and no one knew his exact location.
, I'm afraid it has already been mixed with the mud.
I smoked a cigarette and felt a little restless and a little sad for no reason.
Is it too late for a hero? Or is he a failure?
I don't understand it, but I probably feel unwilling to do so. I am unwilling to accomplish nothing in the end, and I am unwilling to die worthless.
The man seemed to sense my emotions, so after a moment of silence, he began to invite me to a funeral.
What funeral?
The funeral of Saburo Arasaka!
As you saw in the news, I did participate in Saburo's funeral, took a few photos with his body, and sent the photos to the media, just for the whole world to see.
Look at how this old dog died.
You have also seen it.
——No matter what level of big shot he is, as long as he dies, he is no different from a wild dog on the roadside, or from Johnny Silverhand buried in the mud!
Death is the fairest thing in the world. No matter how powerful you are, you cannot bring it to hell. In that boundless darkness, all living beings are equal in the world after death.
I have died once, so I am qualified to say these things. If you listen to them, no one should stand on your head and shit in the future.
After Saburo died, I fulfilled one of my wishes, but it was far from enough.
In order to avoid the limelight, I stayed anonymous for a while and ran to Dog Town with a mercenary named V, where we caused a lot of trouble.
Then the plane crash happened, and I temporarily joined a team of fringe people, working with them to destroy the plans and conspiracies of the new American agents.
...
After that, I finished what I needed to do, left Dog Town, and planned to find Kerry.
He is my former bandmate, the godfather of music in the rock world today, and a super popular rock singer.
When we first met, he was very surprised and excited. He even took out a gun and pointed it at my head... Of course, it was a pistol with a full magazine, and the bullet could be fired by pulling the trigger.
That is definitely not a "pistol" in another sense.
However, it is impossible for him to shoot. We have been friends for so many years, and only I can insult and criticize. It is impossible for him to fight back, and he can only suffer in frustration.
Even if this was a dream, he would hit himself on the head with a pistol to wake himself up instead of killing me, the silver-handed impostor.
I also understand his feelings. After all, if a friend who has been dead for many years suddenly appears in front of his eyes, anyone would think it was a ghost.
So I scolded him unceremoniously: You used to steal my underpants and wear them, but now I am standing in front of you. You are blind but your nose is not broken, right? You can't even smell it?
He was stunned, and quickly realized that I must be the genuine Johnny Silverhand, otherwise how would I know these things.
He laughed heartily and took me to the villa hall to drink.
We watched videos of old bands together, watched some antique stuff, and talked about a lot of things from the past.
Finally, I made a proposal to Kerry, asking him to find his old bandmates, try to rebuild the old Samurai band, and hold another concert.
Kerry lived up to my expectations. He readily agreed to the request, saying that he had had this idea for a long time.
So we took some time to reunite with our past bandmates and planned to sing it all over in a low-key bar.
It's a pity that the plan couldn't keep up with the change, and our concert was finally put on hold - the bastard who saved me found me again and asked me to postpone the concert for a while.
I asked him why he delayed.
He said that the concert is both the beginning and the end, and should be placed on the most dazzling stage.
And that stage is the company square!
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...
The agreed time has finally arrived.
Kerry used his connections and social resources to finally build the concert stage on the central disk of the company square.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Countless media swarmed in, and countless fans and crowds began to surround the square disk.
That night, I stood on the stage again and picked up the microphone and guitar. At this moment, it seemed that I had returned to more than fifty years ago. The former rock boy was "really" resurrected. He was no longer a corpse, but a corpse.
A living "person".
I sang loudly, and the old songs were still vivid in my mind. As long as I closed my eyes, I could clearly capture the most accurate lyrics and rhythm.
The scene was very exciting, and it was a real "buzz with people". I was full of passion, my passion was high, and my passion was vented!
Damn the company, fuck the band, fuck the SH system!
I held the microphone in my hand and yelled the last lyrics into the sound head. Suddenly the world became quiet, and the sky was filled with dark clouds at some point.
It was raining. The rain washed away the whole world. The cold water dropped on my head, hands and face. I stopped singing, raised my head and spread my hands to enjoy the tranquility of the world. Soon there was a hidden thunder in the sky.
The sound broke the brief silence.
I threw away the microphone, took out the pistol from my pocket and fired into the sky. The sound of the gun was louder than the thunder, and the rain poured down.
I threw the microphone to Kerry and asked him to take over the singing.
"Remember! Either I die or I walk out of the building, otherwise don't stop playing for me!" I hissed at him.
He frowned and asked me, "Why are you leaving your music fans behind again?"
"And"...this word is so familiar.
I was stunned, and scenes from the past came to my mind again.
Yes, the scene in front of me is the same as before.
And I...have to do what I need to do.
But this time, I won't lose again.
I picked up the weapon placed on the stage, silently walked off the stage, met with my former colleagues in the audience, and slowly walked towards the military technology building.
My name is Johnny Silverhand, an uncompromising rock n' roll kid. I'm back today just to do one thing - so that all of you don't have to kneel to anything from now on!