[Johnny: Damn, is this kid really 16?]
[Lyle: In fact, he should be at most 14... It’s really kind of crazy, what projects has Fiona set up for him?]
[Johnny: Wait, you’re putting this kind of prosthetics on a 14-year-old, and conducting experints on him?! This is a violation of human rights... ]
[Lyle: You brainless fool, do you understand technology? And let’s be clear, do you understand human rights? Before waving your flags, take a look at yourself first.]
Johnny had just beco agitated and wanted to accuse when Lyle shot back at him.
Lyle t Matt two years ago when he was just about to turn 11, which ans he was barely 14 this year, making those official records of him being 16 definitely a sneaky alteration of so numbers—
The prosthetic modifications and experints in Night City are indeed insane, but that doesn’t an the world openly supports modifying children; otherwise, Fiona wouldn’t have to set up a research institute in Dog Town of Night City, let alone place the Clone Research Institute there.
is just the right age; in this world, you can already participate in top adult leagues—
Of course, under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t happen. Usually, people would make themselves younger to give an impression of extraordinary talent.
Matt is completely the opposite: Human Lizard Cyborg prosthetics are almost harmless to the human body, with top-level coordination and strength. The only downside is that maintenance is too expensive for most people in this world, especially since they lost the Lizard Serum production line after Lyle disappeared.
There are only two outcos for constantly using this kind of prosthetics: one day, you can’t get the regular maintenance, and either you give up the prosthetics, or you let the cells irreversibly turn towards becoming a Lizard Man.
Matt has clearly taken risking his life as routine; these side effects that might co years later cause him no pain.
So, now he’s as strong as a bull—not a taphor—in Lyle’s knowledge, Matt now is only a head shorter than the Wild Man King, and it’s clear that Fiona has absorbed the Wild Man King’s ultimate training thods and even made the Wild Man King Matt’s physical coach.
Moreover... Matt certainly possesses that one-in-a-million super muscular physique.
As soon as Matt appeared at the banquet, exclamations surged one after another, and the eyes of n and won widened, with many unconsciously covering their mouths:
This banquet emphasizes European style, but what European style does an athlete need?
A nearly two-ter-tall Matt strolling alongside these Europe nobles, who lean towards "ordinary person" looks, was like a moving fortress!
And there were no obvious signs of large-scale prosthetic modifications on him, which is why Europeans found him so intriguing:
The prosthetics on this kid have almost no chanical traces, it’s as if he was just born this way!
Born to grow over two ters tall, run faster than a car, and collide with peers causing massive fractures!
And this kid walks as naturally as anyone, unlike those awkward bulk monsters, so naturally it’s a bit frightening...
Before these people, Matt was like a new kind of human, with excessively excellent physical abilities, no adverse effects, and perhaps a very long life.
Their gaze upon Matt was growing intense, bearing various desires as they swept over him from head to toe.
Even Graham did so, his eyes filled with admiration and frenzy: "A perfect body... albeit a bit ahead of its ti.
Cough, Matt! The brightest star in Night City, the King of Elbows, the charging pickup truck, the best player in history—I really love the way you play, have you decided which team you want to join yet?
In Europe, you can beco the best in history, and all of Europe welcos you!"
Graham stepped forward, unabashedly showing his fervent gaze, making Matt a bit uncomfortable:
Although everyone had looked at him like that from the mont he ca in, no one had spoken like this face-to-face except Fiona.
"Uh... Hello, Mr. Graham, that’s confidential, sorry I can’t talk with you about it."
Graham raised his brows, spread his hands, gesturing for Matt to look at this banquet: "Nothing is confidential to , or to anyone here. I can tell you clearly, there are 96 top teams registered in the European league, and their shareholders or relatives are all here.
Unless you plan to go to a lower league, in which case we might have to make so calls to those unpleasant assets to ask about it.
Of course, being professional is a good thing—we like people with a sense of contract."
Beside Matt, his dad stepped forward at the right mont: "Sir, we plan to sign with a team in Munich next year."
"Oh, I like Munich." Graham glanced at Matt’s dad with satisfaction, "How about Berlin? How does Night City compare?"
Matt glanced helplessly at his dad, clearly dissatisfied with this act of revealing.
But in this matter, his dad had a far better perspective: transfer news is absolutely confidential to civilians, confidential between clubs, but not to FIFA.
Incidentally, FIFA is an organization very "open to sponsorship," precisely no one in the world has more money than the people at this banquet.
Rather than make them unhappy, it’s better just to say it directly.
"Alright, chit-chat ti is over. Although I’d love to discuss so other things with you later, the banquet will last for several days, for today we need to talk in our official capacity—as an instructor of the Special Political Committee for Cyber Psychosis.
These two are mbers of the executive committee; in fact, we want to use your popularity to make workers across the European Union aware that we are managing unscrupulous companies and Cyberpsychosis."
Sevens stepped forward, nodded slightly: "Hello, I am Sevens Strange."
"Ah!" Matt clearly beca more interested, "I’ve heard of you; you’re the ones who crossed the channel riding a whale! And you survived during the AI incidents! Even EBM was driven off by the rogue AI!"
"That would be us, but accurately speaking, it’s us and the workers—if it hadn’t been for the workers’ unity, I think it would’ve been hard to withstand that attack. It was a fierce—fierce attack."
Graham gave a slight nod beside them:
This was as it should be; the Black Dog Incident has already been labeled as a rogue AI attack by the outside world, EBM was there to protect property.
This matter is a major public opinion issue for the European Union, affecting all aspects, and the current narrative is the final unified result, with the EU stepping back a bit, EBM directly withdrawing within Hamburg.
Externally, this must be a unified statent.
And Elliot, imitating Sevens, stepped forward as well, his smile much more enthusiastic in comparison to Sevens’ slightly businesslike deanor:
"I am your fan! Matt, I’ve watched you play every week since your debut—I watched your first ga! I am still a Han... uh."
Elliot suddenly felt the atmosphere was off, Graham’s gaze towards him had changed, and the surrounding guests didn’t conceal their expression of watching a spectacle.
So, he switched his wording: "I’m also very... very concerned about Night City’s current affairs, after all... it’s a nice city."
In the first half, Matt thought this executive seed more human-like than other guests, and he preferred to talk and interact with soone like that.
But in the latter half, he suddenly felt this executive was a bit... awkward?
So he chuckled: "Night City is indeed nice, but if you plan to visit, make sure to ask for directions first, as it is a bit... complicated for outsiders."
Then Matt amicably shook hands with everyone—
With this handshake, Lyle knew his chance had co.
The Human Lizard Cyborg prosthetics were fundantally different from this world’s prosthetics. Even if Matt’s chip slot had an EU monitoring chip plugged into it, it couldn’t possibly monitor and compare every bio-control current in his nerves in real ti—
Because their technology isn’t sufficient to support them doing that.
The second "acquaintance" can now be integrated into the cross-dinsional communication network.
[Johnny: Looks like this is your insurance. In the most extre case, we can use this kid to escape the EU.]
[Lyle: I’ve said it early, I don’t escape. Do you think I am like you? Using a chick and then not acknowledging it once you’re done.]
Johnny flipped Lyle the finger.
Just then, a ssage appeared on the worker forum, directly addressing the administrator.
An unusual ssage appeared before Sevens and Elliot:
[In 3 days, a Cyberpsychosis incident will occur at the IEC factory, I feel like soone is about to go crazy...]
[Please don’t leave.]
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