I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

Sunday, March 27, 2107.

The alarm continues to ring amid the sound of pouring rain.

tiri ri riring-

Not once, but several times, fumbling and holding the cyberwatch by the bedside vibrating loudly.

“I don’t even think I slept much… ah.”

As soon as he checked the time with his dazed eyes, a moan came out of his mouth.

4:57 p.m.

It’s time to get up, shower, eat breakfast, and get ready for work.

I’d rather cry I have to prepare for work as soon as I open my eyes because of what I did wrong. I didn’t even use my spare time today.

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My body was soggy like seaweed. I can’t get my body out of the synthetic fiber cover.

After all, it’s raining on a day like today when you’re in bad shape. Although Dusk City is a city where it often rains.

“Uh-.”

He grabbed this clenched and stiff body forcibly and lifted him up. From the head to the feet, all the muscles of the body are aching and complaining of pain.

On the mirror display, eyes that looked unusually clearer than usual were reflected.

Thick hair, the characteristic weak double eyelids that appear when you are tired.

I don’t mean to say that this looks sloppy looking at Tony. Right now, it looks like a bio zombie from the beginning of my life.

“I wouldn’t be upset if I didn’t sleep… .”

I mean, I slept enough.

It’s been about five hours since I passed out at the bar yesterday.

After waking up and leaving work with Sei, I went into my room and lay down and fell straight for about ten hours until now.

All in all, I slept for fifteen hours.

It was twice as much as the proper amount of sleep for Koreans.

After going to sleep like this, I still can’t get over my sleepiness, so my head is hazy and the yawn keeps coming out.

As if the lust for sleep engulfed my whole body, I can only think of wanting to sleep more.

What the hell happened while I was sleeping?

It seems that the microchip in my head is fueling sleep.

How much longer do you have to sleep to be satisfied? Isn’t it time for the side effects to come to an end soon?

He grunted and stood up and, as usual, rolled up the rusty window shutters.

A transparent plastic window is revealed with an unpleasant sound.

Shoot aah

The sound of rain hitting the metal surface pierces my ears.

It was heavy rain.

Rainwater pours in, as if trying to flood the city with water.

The window was so bright that it was hard to see outside because of the luminous light that spread through the traces of the flowing water.

If it continues like this for a few days, it will be similar to the old Tokyo, where Dusk City was also submerged. Of course, that won’t happen.

I let out a sigh at the thought that it would not be easy to go to work today.

In order not to be late, you must prepare quickly.

I stared blankly at the orange hologram fish swimming in the hazy air among the buildings in the distance, then lowered the shutter again.

The sound of rain was muffled as if trapped again.

And thump, degur.

You can also hear the sound of something falling and rolling on the floor.

It was as if an object was dropped by the window when the shutter was closed.

The sound was pretty loud. I just hope they don’t come from the house downstairs because of the noise between the floors.

When I turned my head, I saw large transparent capsules lying on the hexagon-shaped floor.

… Was there anything like that in my room?

It was a strange thing.

It was only when I turned over the surface by tapping it with my foot, taking care not to know its identity.

Inside the closed PVC plastic case a little larger than my hand, there was a real human hand.

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Man Hunter’s hand.

It was very impressive to see it wriggling inside the capsule like a cut lizard tail. Even though it was cut, it seems that electricity still remains inside.

The artificial skin on the outside is twisted to the point where it is difficult to recognize the original shape, and the metal joints protrude and pinch.

Ooh, that’s disgusting.

It wasn’t something I personally liked enough to want to bring in my room.

That’s why I usually put it on the edge of the window.

Originally, I didn’t even plan to take it, but Sei gave it to me when I got home from work yesterday before we parted.

I told you to take it because it’s your booty, and you deserve it.

To be honest, I was terrified when I first got it. Speaking of loot… I was thinking about where I would use the severed male hunter’s prosthetic arm.

Even if I have it, it’s disgusting, and every time I see it, it just makes me feel dirty.

I wanted to refuse, but I thought it would be rude to Sei, who kindly gave it to me in a sealed capsule case.

It would be disrespectful to take it once and then throw it away at a scrap metal dump.

I couldn’t show my dislike, so I accepted it with a mysterious expression, but Sei noticed it like a ghost and said:

‘I don’t like it. I have it for now though. If you sell it to a good vendor, tens of thousands of city dollars will be enough. If you’re lucky, you might even get a hundred thousand.’

Hearing that, my eyes widened. I wonder why I didn’t think of that.

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My salary is a little over 30,000 city dollars, which is a whopping 100,000 city dollars.

After all, it was an ultra-expensive military prosthetic.

Even if it was just a part that was cut off, there would have been junk dealers who would salivate at the parts alone.

That’s what booty meant.

Originally, any game had a special taste for selling loot from enemies and making money, but even when the game became a reality, its sweetness was still there.

Because of this, there are so many ronins who make a living by killing people.

It was an irresistible temptation for me, a lower-class person who lives with the daily rent and cost of living.

It’s not the Man Hunter’s hand, but Midas’s hand.

Without realizing it, I might have harbored a dangerous thought that more truths like Man Hunter would appear, and that it would make good money.

‘… I meant to talk about money right away. I like you very much. If you can’t find a business partner, ask Tony. Tony doesn’t know that well.’

After looking at me with a slightly pitiful look with both eyes changed to dollar shapes ($) and holding the capsule in the manhunter’s hand, Say said so.

It was a bit embarrassing for me to look at. As soon as money is talked about, things change immediately. There are no belongings

But it is the result of flexible adaptation to the environment.

After a few months of living at the bottom of a cyberpunk city dominated by materialism, everyone becomes like me.

It wasn’t me, it was Dusk City’s fault for making me this way.

In any case, it was a severed prosthetic arm that was worth my three months’ salary, so I had to treat it with respect. Don’t drop it carelessly.

No matter how many times I drop it, there doesn’t seem to be any more damage here, but still. How embarrassing would it be if the value was reduced anyway?

I’ll keep it as it is, and when I get to work today, I’ll have to ask Tony the dealer.

Once sold, the asset will be free for a while. You will be able to break free from the life of a belt-tightened belt to some extent.

Thinking about it, the bizarre shape of the severed hand looked pretty. I think I can give you a kiss too.

👌👌👌👌

He bent over with a stiff neck and picked up the case.

The thumb of the prosthetic, which is limp in response to external stimuli, suddenly hardens and scratches the transparent plastic surface.

The sound was quite annoying, but I didn’t really care.

Where should I put this hand to fully preserve its value? . just worry about it

While looking around the messy metal shelves in the small room.

A strange sound was heard from the prosthetic’s fingernails that were scratching the inner wall.

It was a small but clear noise, so my head went down.

The bent manhunter’s prosthetic arm in the capsule.

The tip of his thumb, which had a glimmer of luminescent manicure, was bent unnaturally by ninety degrees.

Something slowly pops out from the inside of that cracked metal finger.

“… Connection terminal?”

A silvery-colored data input/output device, and the memory drive inside it.

It rattles at the tip of his fingernail as if he wants to connect him to the interface quickly.

Apparently, the manhunter had something hidden inside the prosthetic arm.

This one smells like money.

* * *

“Is my luck good or bad… .”

As soon as the bus door opens, a thick mud bath welcomes you.

Carefully, I stepped onto the raindrops that fell like bullets. He shakes his head flutteringly as he sees the floor of the bus stop half submerged in water.

There was a fishy smell of deep seafood that made me sick from the morning on my lips.

This is because they ate everything for breakfast, including the low-end meal pack that arrived through the wheat subscription service, and the accompanying drink.

The wheat pack in the dog was no problem. It just doesn’t taste as good as always.

The problem was drinks.

The taste of the drink went beyond normal and was very unusual.

Herring Kolaani, Sifal. I don’t know what kind of human developed it, but I want to see your face.

It’s a really refreshing shock after green tea cola.

What is certain is that today’s cola gacha was a huge failure.

And the weather gacha.

Strictly speaking, it’s wrong to call it gacha, but it’s terrible weather anyway.

In the dark sky, rainwater beats the Teflon-coated poncho with excitement as if there was a hole in the dome.

Umbrellas are useless in this weather. The raindrops bend inside the umbrella and come in. Better to wear a raincoat like me now.

The inside of the mask is more cramped today because it is damp.

I let out a sigh as I walked through the narrow alley worried that the slack wires might hit the overflowing floor.

I have always hated rainy days.

It’s damp, it’s damp, it’s mushy.

I don’t want to get up and I don’t want to do anything.

It’s okay to stay at home, but there are days when you have to go out even when it’s raining like today.

Even when I was in school, I always wore an umbrella, but my shoes and socks were always wet.

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Maybe it was the gait, or the way the umbrella was held was a problem, anyway.

Every time I step on the ground, I feel like my condition is down just by thinking about the unpleasant feeling of smelling water coming out of my shoes.

Luckily, it rains a lot in Dusk City, so I’m glad that most of the shoes and socks are waterproof… .

It was a time when I was just looking forward to the back street on the outskirts, which I had become so used to to be able to think about various things.

Someone appeared from the side of a particularly shady and wet corner fork.

The invisible man wearing a black painted hat secretly blocked my face and said,

[Hyung, where are you going in such a hurry?]

A mechanical voice that has been altered so as not to be tracked pierces my ears.

Without even giving me time to answer, the sight of the street robber pulling out a dagger with a blackened blade in front of me gave me a sigh of relief again.

Hey, I get all street hunting in places like this.

It’s like a dirty world.

Following the cola gacha, the alley gacha on the way to work was also very bad.

Also, I hate rainy days.

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