Neon Shadows, Crimson Steps
By @john1208
I was the Sovereign of the Crimson-Marrow Cult, feared across the martial world. So imagine my absolute delight when I woke up in a body made of synthetic flesh, smiling like a simpleton at my own engagement banquet. The Niraya-Khanda megaplex is a dreary, rain-soaked nightmare ruled by towering corporate mechas, where ancient martial arts are just laughable exhibits in forgotten holographic museums. I was perfectly content to play the giggling, airheaded groom - until rogue mechanized enforcers crashed the party and opened fire with plasma cannons.
I couldn't just stand there and let my fancy new suit get ruined. So, I simply stepped onto the plasma blasts. Using the Ghost-Treading Lotus lightness skill to dance across the searing laser fire, I ripped the pilot from his titanium shell with my bare hands. Now, both the oppressive mega-corporations and the underground cyber-resistance are hunting me. But as I cheerfully dismantle this high-tech dystopia, I'm beginning to realize my transmigration and the city's endless corporate war are intimately connected. Who is the true puppeteer pulling the strings of this neon-lit hellscape?
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