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Welcome to the ultimate game of Cyber Hell! This is a first-person strategy 21-point simulation game.In New Dawn City, a metropolis dominated by corporate overlords, your crippling debt to the Hermes Corporation forces you to the gambling den—where the stakes aren’t credits, but your flesh and soul.
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【Your Debt, the Finest Ornament of This City】
In the neon-drenched metropolis of New Dawn, the Hermes Corporation spins new food chains from the silk of debt. Crippled by debts no flesh could repay, you’re dragged to the emerald table—where the stakes aren’t credits, but your yet-unreplaced organic flesh.
The conglomerate’s architect, Altair Caldara, curates death’s most exquisite masquerade: a razor-blade waltz with his android attendants across the 21-point tightrope, where bartered limbs buy glimpses of tomorrow’s dawn.
“All-in your retinas—this house never clocks out.”
Features
▮ Chips Are Lifeblood
Strategic Supremacy: Harness probability calculus and psychological warfare to survive the 104-card abyss
Flesh Economy: Bankrupt? Trade eyes, limbs, or spin the neural roulette—each "loan" permanently alters your cybernetic profile
Dynamic Dismemberment System: Blurred vision, phantom limb syndrome, sensory hijacking... Every loss reconfigures your existence
▮ Deadly Encounters
AI Croupier "Chronotopus": A biomechanical elder god dealing cards with tentacle grace, its screen-face flashing debtors' final moments
Bioroid Attendants: Twin androids pouring venom-laced sake—the white-haired one's manicured hand might caress your cheek or disembowel you mid-bet
▮ Sensory Overload
Living Environment: An extravagant hall dripping with holographic liquor and neon lust, walls pulsating with your real-time debt index
Bodily Betrayal: Experience authentic hemorrhagic tremors as you place bets with trembling prosthetic fingers
Acoustic Torture: The clink of chips harmonizes with hydraulic joints, climaxing in your flatlining EKG soundtrack
▮ Live.Die.Repeat
Theatre of Terminal Aesthetics: Every demise unlocks bespoke finale choreography—cybernetic performance art where your corpse becomes the brushstroke on a neon canvas.
Data Tango: When chips pile high enough to eclipse the corporate logos, even the House kneels before your carnal algorithms. Remap your attendants’ neural pathways, sculpting their smiles into weapons of statistical seduction.
▮ Art of Demise
Thanatos Theater: 7 bespoke death sequences—from fractalized by quantum tentacles to asphyxiated in data-static—each exit curated as avant-garde performance
Data Seduction: When your stakes eclipse the House's algorithms, even the dealer bends to your carnal code. Command attendants to dismantle their neural barricades—now their synthetic pulse beats to your gambler's rhythm.
