I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

There was no ice in the break room, but there was a cooling pack instead.

As soon as I put the cold SAP and superabsorbent resin pack on my hand, the pain subsided little by little.

However, the red swelling was still there, so it seemed that it would take some time to move this one hand, which was paralyzed as if it had received an electric shock, to move freely again.

He awkwardly put on the mask with his other hand and went outside.

Outside the back door connected to the rest room, I leaned my back against the dizzying wall in the corner of the alley to get some fresh air.

Graffiti-filled chrome shutters, tangled wires and dimly lit signboards.

Glass tubes, tin cans, and piles of wet scrap metal lay beneath the half-closed snow.

A cold, dry air blew through the walls of the narrow, high alleys, which stifled people.

At the top, urban environment facilities, similar in shape to air conditioner outdoor units, make the field of vision narrower.

The sources that make the shadows darken. There was a reason why the alley was dark.

I looked up further.

The only light that can be seen here is artificial.

The twinkling of skyscrapers soaring as if they would pierce the ceiling, and the lights of aerial vehicles fluttering in the sky in the distance.

Buried in a glowing mechanized city, no stars could be seen through the narrow ceiling.

I didn’t even expect it. Even if it wasn’t artificial lighting anyway, I wouldn’t be able to see it because of the chemical smog.

Whoo-.

He let out a heavy breath while wearing a mask.

At first glance, it may seem like a joke during working hours, but in reality, it’s a joke to some extent… Still, it was a necessary joke.

Is it necessary to restore exhausted mental resources?

I don’t even know what I’m talking about right now. head is dazed My mind was hazy as if I had slept through the night.

I thought it would get better with a little cold wind. There is still no road

… Are you too angry?

Suddenly, regrets about the past flooded me.

It’s like I’ve been scratching my head without covering it up too much. Would you have been patient

No matter how openly the truth detective started a fight, it was making a lot of noise. I do it in moderation.

Thanks for hurting my hand. What do you do when one hand is swollen? I’m afraid I won’t get better even if I go to bed tomorrow and wake up.

It was cool though.

Seeing the self-proclaimed Holmes’ flat face hardened and small eyes flashed open, I felt a kind of catharsis.

It’s the first time I’ve seen a Fallen Angel made in such a nonsensical way.

Haha, I’d be surprised if you were like me.

Which server or bartender, no matter how angry he is, slams the cocktail down like a madman to finish it.

It must have been a shock to see that the alcohol, which is normal when it completely bursts and overflows, rises like a pancake overturned in a frying pan, then falls and strangely returns to the glass.

It’s terrifying to think about it again.

I’m glad the result was good, but what if it was bad?

Of course, I expected it to be something like this.

It wasn’t just something that happened out of nowhere.

From the time the strings of reason were torn apart, I had my own convictions.

This is the intuition that I want to be. It’s not the first time I’ve experienced such a bizarre case.

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My head is pounding and I hear strange noises in my ears… Emotions rise, hormones surge.

Sometimes things happen that are hard to explain in words.

The switch in my head clicks on, what should I say?

I feel like I’m on drugs.

It’s me, I’ve never actually sucked, but hearing the words of a friend of a chicken coop next door who always sucks, it seems like it’s roughly the same feeling.

perception is expanded. You can feel each thin hair on the back of your hand being blown away by the wind.

Everything in the world flows in slow, slow motion, like a yawn.

You can hear the beat of the music split into hundreds, and you can catch each splashing water drop with your eyes.

At that moment, I feel like I can do anything.

Of course, you can’t really do anything.

At best, the degree of pulling a little stream of water floating in the air like I just did, performing more delicate and quick movements than usual, or seeing farther and listening to even the smallest sound without losing sight of it.

Even that doesn’t last long. 0.7 seconds? 0.8 seconds?

I don’t know for sure, but it must have been about that amount of time it took me to drop the glass earlier.

It just stays that way and turns off right away. Click again and the switch goes down. My psyche can’t stand it any more.

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My head hurts like it’s going to break and I’m dizzy. I wonder if this is what it feels like when someone takes a chisel and a hammer and splits the skull apart.

Even now, I’ve just used it for a short time, so I’m not suffering from such deep side effects.

Some of them hurt my hands, but some of them have a bad taste in my head. It feels like a part of the brain has melted and turned into jelly.

Besides, I can’t activate it when I want. No matter how much I concentrate, I give my body strength, I grasp my emotions and whatever I do, the switch doesn’t turn on at will.

Just like before, I was like, ‘Oh, this will turn on.’ It was rather rare to have such a certainty. Normally I can’t get it right at all.

Sometimes it turns on at a dramatic moment when it is really necessary, and on the contrary, there are many cases where it was silent at all, thinking it was now.

There were times when it suddenly clicked on in the middle of my normal daily life in a completely strange way.

The operating conditions are unclear in many ways.

A very unfriendly and restrictive kind of… Should it be called extrasensory perception or manipulation ability?

It’s better than nothing, but that doesn’t mean it’s a huge help or performance.

Just use it as little as before.

It was useful in a restaurant. He made a great contribution to surviving five months without major mistakes during the plating process.

It is for this reason that I speak of myself as a small citizen, but not a completely ordinary small citizen.

It is true that I have a unique ability, but that ability does not make me a non-citizen.

I was still a low-class, illegal alien with no power, no wealth, no power.

Just a small citizen who trembles at the DCPD check-up, worries about being cut off at work, and has a hard time adjusting to a new job.

Not the protagonist in the novel, not the player in the game, but just myself thrown out in the cold reality.

i was me If you let me go back to the past I used to live in instead of losing this ability, I’ll be okay without a single thought.

In the first place, it wasn’t mine.

This ability, of course, did not exist before moving to Dusk City.

Before I suddenly fell into this world, as a 21st century Korean citizen, I was an ordinary college student with no skills.

It was an ability that suddenly appeared after coming to Dusk City.

It would be more accurate to say ‘after escaping the lab’, not after coming to the city.

After falling naked in the middle of the street, he was taken away by bio-Android corporate soldiers in white hazmat suits and became a laboratory test subject.

It was still a shocking memory of the moment when, for me, it became the first impression of Dusk City.

It’s not that I’m afraid of being discovered and sold as an unidentified person and becoming a test subject.

It’s because I’ve had a similar experience.

To be honest, I don’t really remember what happened in the lab.

Is it that the brain refuses to bring back the memory of that time, or did the researchers at the time do anything to avoid leaving the experimental process in my head?

In the blurry and fragmentary pieces, all I remember is that I was a test subject in a laboratory, and it wasn’t a very pleasant experience.

One day, the lab suddenly exploded, and I was free to run away, and I later found out that it was a fortune caused by a dispute between companies.

Not wanting to be a test subject anymore, I knelt before the iron-blooded president of a large corporation to find a job, status, and residence.

And during the detailed inspection that the president ordered, I found out that there was a tiny microchip embedded in my head.

It is the very thing that is suspected of being the source of the power, the identity of the clicking switch.

The secret and deep circuit that the cyberware technicians under the chairman’s direct control and the state-of-the-art medical staff couldn’t find out even if they all stuck together.

The only thing I’ve found out is that it’s connected to my brain, so if I forcefully remove it, I’ll die and the chip will stop as well.

Also, it is presumed that this chip is a miniature supercomputer made for a specific reason, and it is maintained only through the energy metabolism of my brain while completely cut off from the external environment.

A sleeping AI chip that just quietly exists in my head, without any signal, net, repeater, or connection to the facility.

I don’t know why or how the lab put this chip in my head… In the end this happened.

I had a symbiotic relationship with this chip. I want to remove it, but I can’t remove it.

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My first and last cyberware.

It was a lie to say that he had not undergone any body modifications.

There was only one thing that had been modified for me. That’s because it’s an unidentified forced brain implant from a secret lab that I neither asked for nor wanted.

It was funny when you think about it.

If you’re going to put something like this into someone else’s brain at will, maybe they give you something that has strong performance, or you put a chip that is hard to use because it’s rolled up like this.

That must mean that it was a clumsy research, an insufficient chip, and an incomplete experiment.

It’s a prototype that can’t control itself and has a weak output, so it’s a failure.

If you see that you are still not looking for me as a test subject, you may have given up on research altogether.

I guess I’m just thinking I’m dead when the lab explodes, or if I’m alive, it doesn’t mean anything, so I’ll just leave it alone.

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Maybe he decided that it would be difficult to use this switch for military purposes.

Even if I escaped and ran away, even if the president hid me, if it were ‘they’, I would be able to find me somehow.

However, according to the president, there was no sign of even the slightest pursuit.

If you are following my footsteps, no matter how secretive you are, there will always be traces left, whether in real life or in cyberspace, but it is completely clean.

It seems like he doesn’t even care about my life or death.

I didn’t know how lucky I was.

It would be terrifying if they, the lab’s parent company, tried to find me.

Five months have passed, but there is one thing I still remember vividly.

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Militia.

A logo that is angular and hard just by wording. The prideful promotional phrases that were embedded throughout the institute.

Dusk City’s best military company and second in the global corporate rankings.

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Megacorp boasts overwhelming military power and technology that even our head office can’t help but fold.

The secret lab I was imprisoned in was run by them.