I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

There is a clear menu on the menu, with or without eyes, but they kindly explained the cocktails and recommended them all. In the end, after thinking about it, there are only five or six ugly people who sit down and spend time killing themselves after ordering a beer.

Obviously, the gang table, where they had been chatting with each other, suddenly became quiet, and when I looked at it, I noticed that there was smoke rising along with the characteristic smell of burning mugwort.

are they crazy Did you ever think you’d be unrecognizable by throwing a drug party like that?

As the facts continue to change, customers and orders pour in like a flood.

But Tony is still in another world, moving his hands, and Sei is busy doing her own thing.

Ronins are voicing complaints from all directions about the free radio broadcasting and protests against the scrubber cake offered as a service.

The mercenary agent, Ladam guest, Ravin Heywood, is actively contacting some Ronins for contracts… .

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Meanwhile, as an interim site manager, I was dying.

I have to deal with all kinds of crazy ronins at the hall table, and if my order is delayed, I just make and serve simple cocktails and drinks, and I warm up all the frozen snacks and serve… .

No, it’s obviously a cricket fries preserve, why did you put it in the microwave and run it and it sounds like there’s a live worm inside?

Wasn’t it distributed fried after being killed?

Anyway, it was terribly busy. Still, I managed to survive.

Anyway, I was prepared for this.

Rather, compared to what Dragon President has warned in the past, it must be said that he was too relaxed and peaceful.

There were special guests and facts, but the actual intensity of the work was not that high, except for the mental stress.

On the other hand, now, I feel as if something has returned to its proper place from a busy niche that I can’t even breathe.

Recalling the time when I was working at a restaurant, rolling back and forth between the head chef and the cook, and rolling like a dog, it seems that the labor cells in the body, which had been loose for a while, are awakening one by one.

… Was it too much of a slave-like remark to the bone?

It sounds like you did it in moderation.

It’s an extension of what I’ve done in most restaurants anyway, and I’ve mastered other types of service over the past few days.

It wasn’t without fear that the subjects I had to serve were ronins with devastating appearances, but that’s about it.

I don’t know about anything else, but I’m confident about the size of the liver. There will be very few people in all of Dusk City who will follow me with courage.

A large VVIP room with the infamous military company president sitting on a cushion and dozens of escort cyborgs lined up behind him.

Do you know what it feels like to finish by plating the dish to be served to the VVIP and even explain the dish while everyone is watching in that quiet silence?

Hundreds of city giants I’ve met and talked to at restaurants.

It means that you have been through hundreds of times in situations where you could have your throat blown away if you accidentally lifted one of your hands.

Before that, it was not sane to kneel in front of the infamous Megacorp Chairman Lee Shi-ho’s iron-blooded president and ask for a job.

I was this person.

A human who threw away fear in order to survive in a harsh cyberpunk world.

Like so many crazy human figures in Dusk City, I may have already been twisted somewhere in my head.

It was a world where only madness could survive. For those who have not gone crazy have already lost everything.

It was a long rant, but that was the end result.

First, I am not afraid of these bloody guests I serve.

Unless it was a case where I felt an unavoidable, instinctive threat to life by pointing a gun or blade openly in front of me.

second.

That I am also a person with one screw missing somewhere. I am also a member of this crazy city.

Looking back, that’s why, from the first day on the job, I was able to turn the bar upside down by showing off that explosive Fallen Angel in front of a detective.

And now, that brilliance of that time has recurred.

I am now preparing to press the start button while thrusting the ultra-vibrating jet engine saw blade towards the face of the truth.

The reason is that this crazy bastard, in the midst of the confusion, reached out and tried to touch my ass.

That was enough reason to kill a person.

* * *

Where should I start explaining?

okay.

First of all, I think I should start by saying that I know who that homosexuality is.

Of course I don’t know him personally, and he was one of those bustling ronins who had been to our bar a few times.

His name is Alexei Alexeevich Sergeev Алексе́й Алексе́евич Серге́ев.

The name is very long. I think it would be easier to call him Aleky for short.

As the name suggests, it is a Slavic Ronin.

As if to brag about his ties to the Red Mafia gang, Bratva, he wears a strong red faux punk leather jacket, black skinny jeans and black sunglasses.

And he is gay.

A member of the LGBTQ+ rainbow squad, often referred to as gay, homo, queer, etc.

I don’t hate gays. What can I say about other people’s sexual orientation?

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Moreover, this is the Dusk City of the 22nd century. A very free city in body and mind.

It is fashionable to remove and attach one’s own penis, change the size and additional parts as much as you like, and customize it, and it is overflowing with all kinds of transhumans who change not only gender but also race with surgery if they want.

Crazy people claiming their gender as tiltrotor unmanned aerial vehicles are rampant, and the person in front of you right away is male or female.

In a world where it’s hard to even tell if you’re a transman or a transwoman who has undergone a procedure, it might be just normal if you’re just gay.

Right away, even our dragon boss asked what his gender was, and he said that he was a red dragon, so there was no such thing.

What kind of legendary Pokemon Ji is, without gender.

The story goes a different way, but anyway, I don’t really hate the members of the rainbow colored commando.

Unless they harm me.

And here this fellow Alecay was clearly a threat to me.

The first time we met at the bar was three days ago.

Surrounded by a gang of Russian shoulder thugs, he was handed a weapon from a customer with a somewhat gloomy appearance and guided him to the seat.

However, his eyes were sticky and his tone of voice was somehow unusual.

I asked Tony to see if he felt uncomfortable, but he said that Ronin is quite infamous in this area.

Nicknamed Man Hunter.

It was a nickname with a double meaning.

He is a man hunter because he is a bounty specialist who tramples opponents under thorough and cunning tactics enough to be called a hunter.

At the same time, he is called a male hunter because he treats his prey, especially men, as trophies.

I don’t know if it’s simply ‘hunting’ the target with a bounty or quest.

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Many of the men he usually looked at were unrelated to the commission, but one day they suddenly disappeared and were found as plundered corpses.

And he was an author with a very vicious perversion to the extent that rumors circulated that the way they handled their traces was very similar to that of the Man Hunter.

Although his skills are not overwhelmingly superior, he is associated with the Russian Bratva gang and is very resourceful.

And because he doesn’t always go alone, he moves as a group of five or six people, so he’s a human being who can’t touch everyone.

I’ve visited Dragon’s Rare here a few times if not often, but every time I visit, I’ve been looking at him from a distance with an eerie glance, so he’s investigated what kind of person Tony is.

Whether it was because he gave up because he couldn’t find an estimate for hunting against Tony, or whether there was something else, he did not show his face for a while, and then recently reappeared.

I’m not sure, but I was thinking that I should be careful about safety as I might have caught the hunter’s bad hunting eyes.

I don’t hate gays, but just as there are bad people and good people, there are good gays and bad gays.

And I hate bad gays.

The latter was evident for Man Hunter Alekay.

Especially since it looked like he had a desire for me and Tony.

In the midst of being so careful and vigilant, he must have entered Dragon’s Rare among other Ronin on such a busy day.

I couldn’t know if I didn’t know. How do you show off your presence?

As always, he stands in the center, surrounded like a prince by his large gang.

Unlike the muscular skinhead Ronins around him, his slender body line and curly hair stand out.

His distinctive bright red attire, and the sticky gaze behind his sunglasses that he felt as soon as he entered the bar.

A feeling of discomfort as if a cold snail was crawling on the nape of the neck came over. I turned my head and looked at it, and it was a male hunter, no doubt.

It may be because of his mood, but it was quite unpleasant that his hand kept touching him even when he was handed him a weapon.

It didn’t feel right, so I thought it would be okay to let it in as it is, so I looked at Tony at the bar table, but he ate it.

He still couldn’t get out of the shock of the duel defeat. Mumbling an unknown sound, like a zombie, they only make cocktails according to the given order.

It looks like he doesn’t even notice that a man hunter who threatens his chastity has entered the bar.

… couldn’t

I have to bring it in, what should I do?

Although notorious, after all, it is just a rumor, and we have never had an accident at our bar.

It is not possible to prevent guests from entering simply because they have a bad feeling or because they are bad gays.

That’s discrimination. Right now, there is an anti-discrimination clause attached to our bar regulations.

A risky customer, but that was true of all the Ronins in the bar right now.

Rather, based on the history of the crimes committed, there will be more brilliant writers than Alec.

The only difference is that they only threaten my life, and male hunters threaten both life and chastity.

The others, however, could not but let in Alecay.

If you’re going to bring it in, bring it in together, and if you’re going to export it, you have to export it all together.

Still, it’s funny to discuss this with the president of Seina Dragon.

I’ll just have to watch closely so Tony and Nana’s assholes aren’t in danger… .

With that in mind, I brought him into the bar and guided us to the table.

In that situation, that was the best decision. At least I thought so.

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