I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

There was only one impression left in my mouth.

Sweet. crazy sweet!

It was only swallowed once, but it felt like a tube was inserted directly to the brain and sugar was transmitted.

“What is this?”

I thought it was water and drank it, but I was deceived. When asked with a frown on his face, Sei answered calmly.

“A liquid mixture made by mixing water with hydrous crystalline glucose, an amino acid mixture, taurine, vitamins, and various artificial sweeteners.”

“… So, is it a glucose drink?”

“yes.”

Somehow, I thought it tasted similar to the glucose candy I ate while preparing for the entrance exam in high school.

It was just like this when I concentrated the unique sweetness several times and ate it.

“Then isn’t it expensive? Why are you doing this to me?”

“I have a few bags left of what the captain ordered a lot in the past. It looks like you need sugar right now.”

He’s also the boss of a dragon who can’t contain his curiosity. Because all sorts of things are going around the bar.

Anyway, I must have looked tired enough to hand you a glucose drink. I’m actually quite tired.

It was a very caring consideration for me.

Glucose is an essential energy source for the brain. It will help you recover the mental resources you’ve consumed.

And it certainly seemed to work. I’ve only just had one bite, and I feel like I’m already on the mend.

After saying thank you once again to Say, I drank up to the last drink.

As you enjoy the rich sweetness that stains your soul with sin, your brain becomes clean as if you were born. It was an excessively effective glucose drink.

When I put the finished cup on the acrylic table, Sei took it and put it away. I’m trembling as if I’m receiving any kind of illness.

I wondered if I could get up slowly now, so I sat up with my upper body up. I ask, frowned at the aching muscle pain.

“that… How did things go today?”

I’ve just come across this question by accident, but it’s actually the most important question.

I fell while fighting with customers on the way, so I can’t help but wonder what happened after I lost consciousness.

… I see it in many ways. Even thinking about this case, I think it was a rather big accident.

Whether or not you know how I feel, Say simply recites what happened as if he were reading a history book.

“Manhunters and Bratva gangs were kicked out by the captain, and you were moved to the break room… Then it was the same as usual. Except there were a lot of mercenaries.”

It didn’t seem like there was any disruption to the service just because I disappeared.

Haha, it seems like Se and Tony were doing just fine without me.

It’s only been a few days since I started working, and there’s no way the vacancy will feel so big because it’s already gone.

I am happy, but I am also sad because I think that my role in the bar is not that great yet.

know. It was a very odd thought. Even today, I’m so shy that I can’t even perform my role properly.

With a sigh, he bowed his head and apologized to Sei.

“sorry. When I was busy, I had an accident… .”

Even if there were no problems with the service without me, it was a mistake to make a mistake.

Because the work I had to do was passed on to Say and Tony.

There is no way that leaving everyone in the first place and cutting off the customer’s fingernails will have a positive effect on the bar.

Well, the more I think about it, the darker it gets. If I were the boss of Dragon, I think it would be more than enough to fire me already.

Last time, the Fallen Angel Gun ended up showing a strong performance in front of customers as a result, but

In this case, there was clearly an armed conflict that was difficult to resolve, and it’s a fact, anyway, because it’s true that I attacked the customer at the tavern first.

Even if it’s cut like this, there’s nothing to say.

When was the last time you shouted out that you would be anxious to accept me as a full-time employee in a month, and it’s already ruined.

If I get kicked out like this, what should I report to the president? Tomorrow is the regular report day, so should I write that I was fired from the first report?

Looking at me already imagining a terrible future, Sei tilted her head.

“accident?”

“Yes. Fighting with customers, making a fuss and making a nuisance. As the manager, I have violated the rules of the tavern.”

“It doesn’t matter. Because it is our policy to leave the interpretation of the rules to the discretion of the staff. If there is a customer who is arguing, you can fight. If you can win.”

… Even if the interpretation of the regulations is left to the discretion of the staff, I think that is not an overly autonomous interpretation.

I asked cautiously, as if something went against my common sense.

“Then I will Alec… No, cutting off that Ronin customer’s hand wasn’t an accident, was it?”

“yes. It’s not bad if you get a pair of prosthetic hands in exchange for arguing with someone else’s body. Besides, you said it with your own mouth, didn’t you? It’s according to the rules.”

“Am I?”

When did I. Confused, I stopped at the sudden memory.

‘That’s why you can’t bring in weapons. As per the rules, I will take care of this. You see, sir?’

… I think it sounded similar.

But that was totally bullshit.

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My head hurt so badly that I was out of my mind.

If you were sane, would you say nonsensical nonsense that you cut off your hand for hiding a weapon in your prosthetic arm?

Saying to me with a mysterious expression on my face, Sei said.

“Looks like you remember. It wasn’t a very convincing argument, but… I do not care. Because you beat Man Hunter.

It’s the Ronin’s worldview that can only be passed on as loot to the victor if it’s a severed hand. All the other guests were also very excited to see it.”

Why do you like watching things like that? Really, Ronins are just crazy people.

And aside from the radical logic that you can cut off your hand after winning, should it be considered a win?

It was thanks to Alec Gaye who looked weak, and was too careless against me who was actually weak.

It happened due to a combination of luck, opportunity, and my special cyberware.

Because of that, when the bottom line ran out, I could not do anything against the male hunter’s subordinates, Ronin, and I was robbed.

After all, even a mouse bites a cat when it’s cornered, that’s about it.

Cutting off a cat’s paw doesn’t change the fact that I’m a mouse and the manhunter is a cat.

He’s not an ordinary rat, but a psychic rat from the lab with a microchip embedded in his head.

“Then Man Hunter, did he just get kicked out? Will you come back again?”

I had no choice but to worry about his retaliation.

Because the prosthetic arm isn’t some kind of Infinity Gauntlet, and cutting off it won’t lose its power.

In the same way, his personality suddenly changes and he doesn’t become kind.

He must have harbored a great resentment towards me for insulting him by smashing tens of millions of city dollar prosthetics into the vicious mind of a male hunter, but if he ever ran into him again, he would be dead.

I probably won’t even be vigilant now. You can’t expect the same luck as today again.

… It’s a big deal if you hide and attack on the way to work, or find the address and come to the condominium.

Just imagining it makes my mouth dry.

Even thinking about it again, I thought that I had done things without any countermeasures.

Even though it was something I couldn’t stand trying to put on my ass. Should’ve just ended up avoiding it.

“I won’t come again. Because the captain went out to take care of it.”

Contrary to Taesan-like worries, Sei’s answer was simple and clear. It is even assertive as if it were stating a pre-established fact or rule.

“I won’t be able to even come close to this area for a while, and I’ll have to stop living as a Ronin. You won’t have to worry about the Man Hunter at all.”

It is doubtful whether there is a clear rationale, but it is somewhat reassuring to say that it is cut out like that.

Judging from the fact that the president of Dragon stepped forward, it seems that he did something more than just kicking him out.

… Even though he was the president of the dragon, he probably wouldn’t have attacked the Red Mafia and the Bratva gang recklessly. no way.

I feel like I owe him a lot when I think about how he has helped me in so many ways. I feel sorry for the lungs.

As if reading my mind, Sei licked her lips.

“The captain told me there was no need to be sorry or thank you. Touching my subordinates is the same as touching me, so it’s a natural thing to do… and.”

“And?”

“I was disappointed with you.”

It felt like my heart sank at those words. What is to come has come

okay. A thief is a thief who wants things to pass without hesitation.

An accident or not, no matter how the rules were interpreted, it was unacceptable as a boss for an employee to kick out customers and fail to do their job properly during working hours.

This was even more so considering that this is a cyberpunk dystopian world that only runs on the logic of capitalism.

Even if President Dragon is just my employer and not the payer… In the end, I did not show the value of the money I received and the investment I received.

Even ten mouths have nothing to say.

To me, ready to humbly accept the notice of dismissal, said Sei.

“It’s fine until you give the Man Hunter one shot, but then tell them that it was disappointing to be grabbed and lynched by the Red Mafia.”

“… yes?”

“And again… If you are an employee of Dragon’s Rare, you should be able to handle one-on-one fights lightly, but seeing that you pass out after not being able to hold out for a while, it seems like you lack stamina, so you should make time to exercise.”

Sei pushed a wedge towards me, who was bewildered because I thought I had heard it right.

“And a deal that won’t be a bonus for a while. I have to repair the floor tiles you saw with a chainsaw.”

“And?”

“This is the end. If you have any more questions, go to work tomorrow and ask them directly. Probably, before the general opens, I will finish processing before arriving.”

So… Are you saying I’m not cut off now?