I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

“Please, can I just bring a Coke?”

[Oppa, it’s not very common for me to provide this kind of service… Are you going to be like this? Bobby is trying to hurt his self-esteem. Are you ignoring me as a vending machine instead of a human? I need to report this.]

“No, it’s not like machine discrimination. I’m on my way to work right now. I really don’t have time. Less than ten minutes left.”

[Huh- right? Can you believe it?]

“of course. I am a person who believes that black, white, Asian, male and female, Ladam and Ever are all equal.”

[Then the next time you stop by here, you will definitely get service? Promise?]

“… … .”

[what? The answer is a bit slow. I don’t think I said something I didn’t mean to pass the moment, wasn’t it?]

“… Of course not. I’ll promise.”

[Something suspicious, but okay. It seems to be true that you are busy, so I will pretend to be deceived only once and trust you. Now, here.]

rumble. A green Coke can was fired from an elongated cylindrical hole in the vending machine.

The man managed to grab it, and with a sigh of relief he walked away from the vending machine… stopped soon after.

It is said while carefully picking up a can of Coke with your thumb and index finger.

“for a moment.”

[Why, brother? Do you want to receive service right now?]

“No, not that. I have one question for you.”

[What? I can answer everything except for privacy that is difficult to talk about.]

“So there are people who actually used the service… Was it? Recently?”

A man with a fearful look alternately looks at the black drink spout and the Coke can he is holding.

Ever vending machine, Bobby let out a strange laugh.

[Well. I think it also belongs to the realm of privacy. If you are curious, can you tell me a little bit?]

“no. no. don’t answer you can’t do it I think it would be better not to know.”

Saying so, the man walked, carefully examining the can of Coke he was holding to see if there was anything on it.

Bobby looked back at him and smiled.

In an alley on the outskirts of which only worn-out thugs wandered, such an naive person was just too casual.

Thanks, it was fun after a long time. I wish you would come again.

‘You’re making fun of me, so it might be a little difficult.’

So close. Did you mean to make a little quick adjustment? It’s not like I catch a big fish like that very often.

* * *

I will never approach a vending machine recklessly again. I will never press the vending machine button carelessly again.

It was a lesson deeply engraved on Bobby and Ken and that crazy vending machine couple.

… Maybe the Luddite Gang was right? Aren’t machines the enemy of mankind who deserves to be crushed?

It was 5:55 PM when I calmed my mind and cleared my confused mind to the point where I could even hear such nonsensical thoughts for a moment. There were only 5 minutes left until the promised time.

After roughly throwing the can of Coke I drank into the corner of the alley where garbage was piled up like a mountain, I entered the bar building.

Was it because the crazy vending machines were a kind of shock therapy? Climbing up the eerie commercial building with all the lights off was not as reluctant as before.

No matter how terrifying the humans you’ll encounter at your new job, I think they’ll be better than the vending machines out there.

Oh, and Coke.

There was one good news and one bad news.

The good news is that I took a closer look at the Coke can, and it didn’t appear to have anything particularly slimy on it.

No one has used that ‘service’ recently, or if there was, it’s already dried up.

one of the two It’s a problem I don’t really want to think about though.

Anyhow, except for the mental discomfort, the can was clean, so I could drink it with confidence.

Then, that woman… did you say sey

It wasn’t for nothing that I warned them to be careful when drinking and they might regret it.

you must have known The drink hole in the vending machine is sometimes used in a way other than its intended purpose.

I appreciate the advice here in Dusk City, where the basic premise is to be indifferent to others, but I still feel resentful.

If you had given me a little more detail about what I was going to tell you, I wouldn’t have pressed that button. There would have been no trouble with Bobby.

Oh, and one more disappointment.

Bad news.

The green tea cola she recommended was terribly tasteless.

The bitter and bitter taste still lingered in his mouth. In addition to that, it even has the unique texture of a cheap synthetic sweetener that replaces expensive sugar.

Where the hell did you find this delicious?

It wasn’t quite as bad as the Curry Coke or Lizard Coke I ate back when I didn’t know anything, but it was terrifying. I don’t think I’ll ever drink it again.

Wasn’t that woman someone who had undergone body modifications related to the tongue? What kind of taste structure does it have to say that something like this is delicious?

He grumbled and opened the old door of the bar, Dragon’s Rare and entered.

little girl-

The incongruent front door bell greets me. I shrugged my shoulders in surprise.

In the 22nd century, someone put a rattle on the door of a store.

“… … .”

I looked around, but the inside was empty.

It’s only an hour before business starts, so it’d be natural if it was normal for it to look flat. I don’t even see that woman. Didn’t you work here?

Feeling a bit gloomy, I looked around while standing in the space behind the table and chairs in the bar.

To be honest, it was pretty flashy.

Looking at the outside appearance, I thought it might be a backwards place, but the inside was different.

An exemplary cyberpunk bar that even gives you a strange sense of déjà vu.

On the clean checkered floor, arcade game machines occupying one side of the wall, a dart board shining in five colors, a virtual table tennis table and a jukebox.

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Music doesn’t come out of the jukebox because it hasn’t started business yet.

Jiying.

Bright but not too bright, just the right amount of magenta dark light illuminates the surroundings like a sophisticated hideout or game center.

Various electronic billboards are installed above the bar table, pouring out menus, news, advertisements, etc. in various languages. Behind them, various alcoholic beverages sparkle under fluorescent lighting.

Beer kegs with the big ‘Beer’ written on them with glowing orange neon, a state-of-the-art holographic menu board, digital posters of anime and manga, and photographs all over the place.

A stylish and stylish retro-style bar that doesn’t just look outdated.

I was a little surprised. It’s a much better place than I expected.

I don’t know much about bars, but I do know roughly what the nightlife establishments in this neighborhood are like.

It’s just the name, but in reality, it’s not alcohol, but women, drugs, and gambling.

A mirror ball hangs from the ceiling, and long rods hang under the flashing laser show, so the waitresses dance while waving their silicone body.

The bartenders are all wearing revealing uniforms that show the breasts of all women, pouring alcohol with trembling, and the customer sees it and inhales various hallucinogenic drugs through their noses and mouths.

I thought most of them would be like that, unless it’s a classic bar in a high-class hotel where the high-ranking people come and go in the wealthy neighborhood.

Especially since you know the fact that you want a franchise that belongs to our company brand.

As I said, our company is by no means a good company. Rather, it is closer to a black company.

He is the one who can do anything for money and profit. In fact, I wonder if there are any other companies here in Dusk City.

And, of course, the hot and stimulating sex bars and drug seas that are well catered for by the lower-class people on the outskirts.

So I figured it would be the same here. I thought it would be full of disgusting and stinky smells of drugs and cigarettes, but it’s cleaner than I imagined and looks fine.

Of course, it’s too early to judge either way because it hasn’t started business yet, but at least from the looks of it, it was a rare real tavern that was very healthy.

Do you do business this way in this remote place?

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Maybe there is a hidden trade secret.

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Maybe that’s one of the ‘specialities’ of this bar that the president told me to report on.

It was a time when I was looking around impatiently in my place with such thoughts.

Bump.

The door next to the bar table, which was marked as not allowed to enter except for officials, opened, and a man walked out with a large box in his arms.

A western man with reddish brown hair wearing jeans and a black polo that went up to his neck. Her languid eyes are half-closed, and her hair is curly and frizzy.

Finally, I don’t know what to do The moment I was happy and nervous at the same time thinking that someone had appeared to solve this awkward situation.

He yawned, his mouth wide open, went inside the table, squatted down, and began to organize the items in the box.

Not a single glance on this side.

“… … .”

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Maybe you didn’t see me No, it’s not that spacious here.

Does it make sense that you’re standing in front of the table and didn’t notice it?

With one more drink, the man began to hum.

As if he was the only one in the world, he puts an unknown wine bottle on the table and hums pleasantly while wiping the glasses and tools with a cloth… .

I couldn’t really break the suffocating atmosphere and speak, so I just kept my mouth shut and frozen.

And after about 30 seconds in that state, I felt something was wrong.

The hum doesn’t end Now, he is even singing the whistle with one more drink.

Now, I guess I’ll have to do something, whether it’s really talking to me… shit.

It was a terribly disliked situation, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Gradually, my legs started to hurt, and I couldn’t help but stand here all day. have to do something

Yeah, let’s try even if it’s nonsense.

At that thought, I timidly said, “Hmm…” It was time to spit out the sound.

Kick-.

door opening sound.

Later, the savior appeared.