I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

What pissed me off in the first place were the weapons these damn ronins were carrying around.

Rule #1 of Dragons Rare,

1. Possession of weapons such as swords or firearms is prohibited in the bar. If you bring it, leave it with the manager.

Will those outlaw Ronins properly protect this?

It didn’t stop at simply not following the rules, but each customer passing by with a knife or gun hung around his waist and trying to come in proudly had to do a weapon inspection. .

I miss the self-proclaimed Sherlock Holmes so much.

At least when he shaved his coat, it all came out.

Like humans whose job is to kill people by handling them well, they hid their weapons in an extraordinary place.

It was basic to put magazines and ion explosives in the heel of the shoe, and in severe cases, there were even venomous species that walked around with a laser wire or a small plasma cutter attached to their armpits.

If Sei hadn’t watched from behind and pointed out the parts I missed, I’d probably have missed out on most of the ultra-high-risk unlicensed tech weapons they were trying to bring in.

By the way, how the heck did you find out what was hidden in your armpit, even if it were your shoes, the hem of your pants, or the weapons you hid inside your clothes?

When I was told to check my armpits, not only me but also Ronin, who was being tested, looked at Sei with a blank expression on his face.

Even at the moment when the plasma cutter he had hidden in his armpit was taken away, his eyes closed as if he could not believe this reality.

Just like the last fact-finding case, is this a vibe that comes out of the head bartender’s time?

Or are you wearing an ultra-high-performance cyberoptic lens with magnetic field detection in your eyes? .

At least until the last time I saw him, Sei’s eyes looked completely natural.

I don’t even have a license to differentiate between artificial and natural eyes.

Anyway, the important thing is that, rather than Sei’s brilliant insight, the weapons that he found with that insight made me to the point of being crushed by it.

Let’s say there are 20 customers in the bar.

All guests are so concerned about safety that they must each carry an electric katana, a mechanical automatic firearm, and other small tech weapons to protect themselves.

Even with that simple calculation, three weapons per person, a total of sixty weapons, are gathered.

By the way, voila!

Those 20 guests weren’t ordinary guests, were they all Ronin?

Like those with a blood-splattering profession, their weapons were not all they had on the outside.

If you add up the weapons hidden in your arms, the number doubles, making it one hundred and twenty in simple calculations.

Besides, the bar had a suspiciously good-looking chief bartender who could find all the weapons hidden by the guests without missing a single one.

Thanks to the bartender’s activity, all the weapons were entrusted to the bar.

And the poor bar’s on-site manager was in charge of all the about one hundred and twenty weapons entrusted to the guests.

okay. That poor interim site manager is me.

Even as the number of customers constantly changed, the number of people inside the bar meant about 20 people, but the experience was much more than that.

The weapon swordsman who had to face the resistance, complaints, and threats of the Ronins was cumbersome and tiring as it was.

After completing the inspection, it was not easy to deal with the weapons that came out with a bunch of rainwater.

The safe box, which usually stores the belongings of guests, was already full and was on the verge of overflowing.

Even then, there were dozens of bags left, and I had to move them to the warehouse and store them, and even classify the owners through data labeling… .

At this point, I am confused as to whether I am working in a bar or in a shop.

In my mind, I wanted to get rid of the prohibition on possessing weapons, and shout to Sei to stop looking for the treasury weapons hidden by the Ronins, which are not even living metal detectors.

I couldn’t.

It goes without saying that I can’t afford to ignore the bar’s rules, and now that the situation has come to pass, I am able to fully understand the reason why President Dragon has put the ban on weapons as the number one rule.

I bet, if it wasn’t for the prohibition on possessing weapons, the tavern would have to be closed immediately after a gunfight broke out in blood-splattering knives.

On the contrary, if it’s over, it’s a medicine, and if you accidentally detonate an explosive or something, the whole bar might be blown away.

Thanks to Sei finding all kinds of weapons like ghosts, even now, when most of the Ronins are bare-handed, there is a tense atmosphere in the middle of the tavern.

It’s a bloody scene that seems to bang and turn each other into blood cakes if given the slightest chance.

For nothing, in movies and novels, inns and taverns were not always victims of violent battles.

Dozens of tough human weapons, even those who don’t get along well with each other, are sitting in the same room drinking alcohol, and it won’t happen without a fight.

It was rather a miracle that this uneasy peace has been maintained until now.

It wouldn’t be strange if those Ronins, who were staring at each other, immediately broke their drinking glasses and threw the tables, but they are still only having a snowball fight.

Just by looking at that fierce momentum, you would think that he could even kill an opponent by shooting a laser from his eyes.

… It’s a cyberpunk world, so there are cyborgs who can do that, though.

At least there is no such person in here. maybe. If there was, Sei would have warned you in advance.

Even when those nasty ronins hand over weapons according to the bar rules, they will pour out all sorts of complaints, but in the end they never use force to resist.

Also, I haven’t made a fist fight yet.

It was as if something was restricting their actions.

It looks like the rules you have been guided to are not easily broken even though they swear all kinds of things as if they were real laws.

Just as people obey the law because they are afraid of being arrested by the police, they also seemed to be afraid of something or someone.

… Maybe it’s just my mood, I don’t know.

Sitting and watching the muscular ronins giggling and snoring full of heavy metals, there seems to be nothing to fear in the world.

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Maybe it’s just the mercenary friends who are exceptionally polite and follow the rules of the tavern. Even though I think it’s a hypothesis that doesn’t seem convincing.

Ah mistake.

Not all mercenary friends were polite. There were also people who continued to not follow the etiquette to be observed in public places.

Homo bastard who made me secondarily pissed off.

To explain how male hunter Alekei Algeevich Gergeev kept on teasing my nerves… Again, we have to go back to the story of the Ronin’s weapons.

Inspection is a problem, storage is a problem, but the biggest problem was moving.

Dozens of weapons pop out every time I test, and I have to move them all at once… The weight was no joke.

Especially when taking over a large titanium hammer or blade, or a shield barrier the size of which can be barricaded right away… It’s almost like I want to slap the cheeks of the Ronins who shyly hand over weapons after throwing away everything.

I’m going to do some exercise.

Even if the actual compression muscles I mentioned before were frankly bullshit, I still have the strength that is above the average of modern people.

The work was difficult, and I got tired of it quickly because it was filled with all kinds of ridiculously large and heavy modified weapons.

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Maybe it was because he predicted such a future that President Dragon recommended me to exercise.

After a while, my limbs trembled every time I brought a set of weapons to the warehouse.

It’s like going to the gym instead of a bar.

And the biggest problem is that he was probably sitting at the table in the hallway where I was carrying various weapons with his Russian gang.

I don’t know if it was on purpose or just a coincidence, but he sat in the outermost seat there too, watching me move behind my sunglasses.

I don’t know what to do with those thick polycarbon sunglasses lenses, but I don’t know why I can feel the sly gaze so well.

I just wanted to dig that burdensome eye color with a fork.

But what can I do?

It’s not eye-rape, and you can’t say anything just by looking at it. You can’t kick them out just because they looked at you with bad eyes.

Still, leaving it like that would be a problem.

Hado kept looking at him with his characteristic sticky eyes, so he turned his head to stare, but instead of quitting, he looked at him and grinned as if there was something wrong.

okay. Strictly speaking, there is no problem.

It’s just me being obnoxious, but there haven’t been any obvious incidents that violate the bar rules yet.

So far it has been. So, I also had no choice but to put up with it for once.

Perhaps because I was so patient, he felt more sympathetic to me.

It was a glaring warning to me, but in the eyes of the infamous Man Hunter, it must have seemed like a joke.

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Maybe he thought he was a mixed-Asian waiter who was timid and couldn’t get angry properly.

That is, as a reasonable prey.

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Maybe that’s why—after some time has passed.

Tuk, tuk, tuk.

It was in the midst of going back and forth at the peak of their busy schedule, but nonetheless, only the unpleasant feel of the limbs was clear.

At first, I thought it must have been a mistake or I had accidentally bumped into it, but as I went back and forth a few more times, I realized that it wasn’t a mistake.

He kept reaching out and touching me every time I passed. Every time they touch it, the giants around them giggle and laugh.

By this time, the heat went up all the way to the top of my head.

I can’t help but get angry when I keep touching it in a situation where I’m stressed because of the piles of work and Ronin weapons.

What’s more, if the subject is the male hunter Alekei, who seems to be stalking my asshole, I can’t help but be even more upset.

I endured it though. The second.

Controlling the anger inside me, I told him kindly.

I don’t know if it’s a mistake or not, but I feel bad for unnecessary physical contact with you, so please stop touching me.

If you try to touch me with that hand again, I’ll just cut off your fingernails.

So, let’s be careful so that bad things don’t happen to each other.

I think he looked funny when he said it with a smile.

Or maybe it sounded like a joke to say that I’m going to cut off my hand, a notorious Ronin like me who looks weak.

It wasn’t a joke.

Either way, he didn’t answer, he just kept laughing along with his men. I wasn’t expecting an answer either, so I just passed by.

I definitely warned you.

If you can’t hear properly, it’s probably the fault of the guy who didn’t even have hearing aid cyberware installed in his ears.

He doesn’t seem to take my warning seriously, but he was still quiet for a while after that.

What am I supposed to do with a Ronin with a large buster cannon at the bottom of the elbow instead of a human arm, without having to bother with a gay hunter myself… .

Should I use that arm-cannon as a weapon or a prosthetic?

If it is treated as a weapon, can it be removed according to the rules? I was immersed in the question of whether it was a form that could be attached and detached.

Oh, by the way, I decided to hit it with a prosthetic rather than a weapon. I tried to remove it if it was detachable, but it said no.

For some reason, I asked Sei, who seemed very knowledgeable about the various modified tech weapons that Ronins possess.

She said that it was connected to nerves and that it would not be possible to remove it carelessly, so I gave up and let it in as it is.

In the process, they had to calm the fierce protests of the other Ronins as to why they didn’t take their forearm cannons while taking their weapons.

Also, not long after Ronin appeared with a Megaman cannon on his arm, a Chain Saw Man with a 1 meter 67 cm ultra-vibrating jet engine saw appeared on his back as the next batter, so he had to fight to take the saw from him. did.

It’s not a saw, it’s a dining knife. Without it, I moved to move the chainsaw that I had achieved through all sorts of lame excuses, such as not being able to eat properly because I was anxious without it, to the warehouse.

The problem is that I looked down on the giant chainsaw 1 meter 67 cm long.

I heard it for the first time, but somehow it didn’t feel good. Maybe it’s because of his awkward posture, he slips out of his hand little by little.

It was because of carrying a lot of this and that, my limbs were all tired from fatigue, and it felt heavy like cotton that had been drenched in water. Originally, it wasn’t weak enough to stumble like this.

In the end, instead of moving the saw all at once, he was forced to put it down several times and transported it separately.

And the way he dragged the chainsaw without being able to lift it properly seemed to be really defenseless.

I could feel something moving behind my back.

It was obvious not to see. that bastard

Despite the clear warning, male hunter Alekei couldn’t stand it and moved.

And I was a person who could bear it twice, but could not stand it three times.

Finally, I felt that the line of patience that had remained in tatters was cut off.

You’re gone now, you bastard.

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