I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

After half a year of living in Dusk City, a city full of crime and murder, sex and corruption, I thought there would be no more surprises.

But I was wrong. There was something that surprised me. Also quite recently.

As for what’s going on… It was a greeting.

In other words, job change.

this shit. I thought I was just getting used to the job after rolling like a dog.

It was not the result of sound consultations and discussions with superiors. I just went to work and the notification came right away. to change jobs.

I wanted to protest that it is illegal to issue personnel without justifiable reasons under the Labor Standards Act, but… Oops! Has the Dusk City Labor Standards Act been repealed by companies decades ago?

Well, even if there was a Labor Standards Act, I should have just accepted it because I was in a tight-knit position.

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My fake ID, my lodging and my job… All provided by the company. Food, clothing, shelter, money, and everything a person needs to live. The right to escape my life and death was with the company.

After resisting even a little, the high man said, ‘Huh? Is that bastard a little naughty?’ If the planting becomes uncomfortable because I want to, it will just go away.

In a world where people’s lives are less than that of a fly, I have no choice but to do so because I am an unidentified, illegal alien.

No need to go through the painstaking process, just City Police, Dusk City Police Department (Dusk City Police Department), this bastard ID is weird? And if you stab it, that’s the way it is.

After a close inspection, it is revealed that he is a suspicious person with no fake IDs and no nanomachines, and if you see corrupt police officers who are taken to an urban prison and take money from a black company… .

It’s not just the end, it’s a very desperate and terrible The End.

A lonely man with no connections and no identity? It’s perfect for selling.

You’ll either be taken to a laboratory mormot, or you’ll be left with a cold corpse whose organs have been stolen. I hate to even imagine.

So what’s the conclusion? You have to keep your mouth shut and accept it.

As if he somehow accepted the reality of being thrown into this f**king cyberpunk world.

But that’s it, and since I’m a human, I’m honestly angry and resentful. I was wondering if I could get a seat now, but does this make sense?

I couldn’t solve it at all, so when I timidly asked the superior to tell me the reason, the answer I got back was very simple.

‘This is the president’s order.’

Yes, it should be black. It’s not anyone else, it’s an order from the High President.

It’s not just words, he’s a really thorough, vicious and scary president. It’s not that he’s notorious for squeezing out his subordinates for nothing.

There are a number of cases where the branches are blown away just because they didn’t do things right. What happens after that is left to the brain’s imagination.

Thinking back on it, I was really curious about my past. How on earth could you beg for a job in front of that iron-blooded president?

After all, people have to be desperate for anything, and when the danger of death comes, the ability to cope with a crisis that was not there seems to come out.

Anyway, it was the day before yesterday that I was kicked out like that, so when I asked where they were being dispatched, they didn’t know that either, and they said that guidance would come later.

So, I was resting thinking that I had taken a vacation, and just yesterday, I received a message from the president himself to direct the work.

“As previously stated, your affiliation has been changed to Warawa Hara Corporation as of today. It’s a brand company that deals with my favorite alcoholic beverages, cigarettes, and drugs.”

I don’t quite understand why drugs are a luxury item, but as you know, this is a cyberpunk world. Drugs are common enough to get you stuck. So I nodded and read the text.

“You are assigned to the department in charge of alcoholic beverages among dogs. They usually serve sake, but… Recently, I have also expanded to Yangju.”

Also large companies. If you don’t stretch your octopus’ feet here and there, you can’t eat it. Now you are going to Yangju. By the way, what kind of liquor all of a sudden? What do I know about alcohol?

“I don’t expect you to have a great knowledge of alcoholic beverages. Your role is to work as an employee of a Western-style liquor store, called a bar or pub, under a brand that opened a few months ago. Please consult directly with the manager there for detailed work details.”

That’s right. I don’t know what I can do to go to a bar or a pub, but I’m going to send it because I have something to do.

He is thorough, and he is the president who can’t see his employees playing even if they die.

There’s no way you can transfer me to bully me for no reason, so there must be some reasonable reason I don’t know about.

… there will be it will

He calmed his anxious mind and glanced at the contents that followed.

「The name of the bar is Dragon’s Lair. It is a small tavern in a back alley located halfway between East Monica and Sproulfield blocks. Please refer to the attached data for the detailed location.”

Dragon’s Rare, Dragon’s Nest. It’s a pretty grand name for a back alley pub.

It’s called sprawlfield by the way.

The lawless sprawlfield where the city polis is also said to have given up halfway? Although it is located in the middle… . Your new job is near the lawless zone.

Why are you doing this to me? I really can’t live up to my name.

“Do not miss out on anything unusual about the other employees who work there—especially about the manager, and report it regularly every week.”

This seems like a very important topic. There are only a few emphatic expressions in one sentence.

‘Special’, ‘Especially’, ‘Not to be missed’, ‘Regularly every week’

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My experience so far, and my intuition and noticing… that’s real

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My main job is not to just work as an employee, but to report anything suspicious or unusual about that bar while working as an employee.

It wouldn’t be too difficult if it was just reporting… I don’t know why you entrust such a dubious task to an ordinary citizen like me.

A professional spy or a corporate enlisted person, isn’t it necessary to use such a manpower? Someone like the president of a large corporation.

The fact that it’s spread across the sprawl field, and the fact that you need to report something unusual… It’s a very uncomfortable job.

I’m tied to a leash, so I’ll have to pull it off in the end, but I hope that nothing dangerous happens.

I mean, I can’t fight, I don’t have any body modifications or enhanced cyberware, so I’m a very fragile person.

How big can something happen in a small outskirts alley bar?

“The first workday is March 21st. It is from Monday, one day after receiving this message. Arrive at the office by 6:00 pm, one hour before business starts.”

six o’clock in the afternoon Do it, Barney. It will be open in the evening and at night rather than during the day. At least I can get a good night’s sleep.

“The salary you receive from the head office is the same as before, and please inquire directly at the place of work for the salary for additional services.”

“It’s more than that.”

That’s how it happened.

It was a message I received yesterday, and the day passed very quickly as we were chatting.

Suddenly today, March 21, 2107. It was my first day at my new job.

The current time is 5:03. It was time to start slowly.

The Kabuki Building, A-149 Asian Town, East Monica, where I live, is pretty close to my new job, but it’s still a 10-minute walk through monorail and ground bus.

It’s because the city is so wide, and it’s probably because it’s in an outlying area. At least that’s what the navigation system says.

In summary, it is said that the total travel time is about 30 minutes, but considering the fact that it is a first trip, it was just right to leave early in the current time zone.

Then will you wake up? Let’s defeat the demon of this bed that holds me like a swamp.

Young tea-.

I got up from the capsule-like bedroom and stretched out. The ceiling was low, so I couldn’t stretch my arms properly and had to bend back.

It’s not just the ceiling that’s low. The space itself is quite narrow. About 9 to 10?

Hey, this is a kind of studio.

A house rented by the company. The official name is Kabuki Condominium… It is convenient to think of it as a simple one-room apartment.

One-room houses are clustered together like beehives on one side of the building.

This is the status of the lower class. Fortunately, this is the best way to live among the lower classes. Even though you have to be under the pressure of monthly rent and management fee.

He took a sip of the lukewarm Pepsi-Cola placed on the bedside of the hard plastic bed and got up completely.

The taste of artificial sweeteners that stick to the tongue. Mouth became stinky on its own.

It didn’t taste very good because the steam was gone. Even without the steam, it was not very tasty.

You still have to drink, to stay hydrated. Water is more expensive than Coke in this town.

It’s a joke, but it’s real. Can I tell you one more fun joke?

No Coca-Cola here. It’s all Pepsi. Because PepsiCo won the Coca-Cola Company in the Corporate War.

Don’t ask why. Because I don’t know too much about the history of this world.

I roughly threw the can of Coke I drank and rolled up the window shutter.

Then the view.

The sun was already setting. The sky above the dome dyed in scarlet, the atmosphere obscured by photochemical smog.

The mega-buildings soaring soaringly toweringly form a wall in their own right. A vast screen created by a series of polished curtain walls.

In the midst of that, an Asian geisha covered in white powder and smiling as if she was trying to keep the clichés of the cyberpunk world.

A scene from Blade Runner comes to mind.

The figure of a woman gradually fades away, and a flashy cosmetic advertisement with various characters and lights comes to mind.

The purple skyline melts under the view of that distant downtown area.

Diode lamps in the shape of a lotus lamp flicker in red when you turn your gaze to a nearby place.

A neon sign depicting the shape of an oriental dragon, the dizzying smell of ginger and cilantro.

The strange city language sounds that seem to be a moderate mix of English, Japanese, and Chinese reverberate. It was a condo with poor soundproofing.

A megalopolis that seems to overwhelm people and at the same time captures the eye as if bewitched by its mysterious beauty.

This scene I’m looking at is the Dusk City, the city of twilight.

The place where I am now is an entertainment district filled with orientalism for the East among dogs, and an Asian town where the lower classes and upper middle classes coexist.

Although the name is Asian Town, it is a very contradictory and unusual town, with the number of Asians living in it less than 1% of the total.

“… Whoa, let’s go to work.”

With a sigh, I lowered the window shutter again. Five months have passed since I moved into this room.

At first, I was swept away by the overbearing city scenery and looked at it, but now I can pass it on like this without any hesitation.

It will be proof that I have become a full-fledged Dusk person.

When I checked the old cyber device in the form of a watch on my wrist, it was already 5:08.

Now we really have to start.

He pulled out a cheap jacket from the clothes management machine, put on a thick dust mask, and pushed the thin reinforced plastic door to the side and left the house.

It was my first job.