I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

“I’m going to cut even my hand with a saw!”

eyes wide open I open my mouth slightly and look at the truth detective.

it was undoubtedly

I’m talking about cutting off the Man Hunter’s hand yesterday. Otherwise, it didn’t make sense.

… But how does that uncle know that?

“Why are you looking at me with so much astonishment? Did I say something I shouldn’t have said?”

It’s almost as if I’m surprised by such a casually asking such a question, or whether it’s natural for me to know.

“Do you know what happened here yesterday?”

When I asked the truth, the detective nodded his head.

“Yeah, of course. A detective who is as keen on the news as me can’t be ignorant.

Last night here at Dragon’s Rare, Bratva Ronin, Man Hunter Alexei Sergeev cut off your hand.”

“… How the hell do you know?”

It’s not that it’s been a long time, but it happened 18 hours ago at most.

Has the rumor spread already? Or is it that, as he said, he is so bright with the news that he has his own information network?

The answer from the self-proclaimed Holmes that followed made it clear which of the two was.

it was the former

“It is rather strange not to know. Rumors have already spread on Ronin’s net forums. An infamous male hunter had his wrist amputated by a bar’s foreman.

There were so many eyewitnesses, and among them, there were quite a few who harbored a grudge against the Man Hunter. It seems that they worked hard to spread what they saw and heard to disgrace the male hunter.”

“uh… .”

Well, if you think about it common sense, it was natural.

I don’t know why that day, but the bar was full of ronins, and there were a lot of people who witnessed the incident, so in some way, rumors about what happened that day are bound to spread… .

Also, this was not the medieval era where stories were told only by word of mouth, but a highly developed cyberpunk world.

It is quite possible for the news to be announced in less than a day.

Even though it is a closed net system compared to the previous world, news can spread faster than that.

First of all, in the community of Ronin mentioned by the truth detective, it seems that what happened yesterday has become a hot topic that cannot be known unless you know it.

It wasn’t particularly pleasant.

It feels like things are bigger than I imagined.

‘The actual employee who cut off the customer’s wrist.’ Imagine being famous on the Internet with

Whoever it was, it wouldn’t feel as good as I did.

It did not become famous for its excellent service, and there was no warm story in it, it was just an unfortunate incident.

What could be so proud of the chain of events that happened to make a gay hunter a hoax target and, in response, cut off his arm for touching my ass?

It was not a good thing, so the fact that this was widely known was quite reluctant.

What’s more, the person I cut off my wrist isn’t a normal human either.

Even though Man Hunter’s notoriety is so great that many people took delight in what I did, notoriety is also a form of fame.

Just as the hand blades of Ronin’s subordinates who followed him at the bar that day nearly cut their wrists, there’s no way something like this won’t happen in the future.

In particular, members of the Russian Red Mafia, who say that Man Hunter’s gang, who had been tarnished by their prestige – Allegy, had a fairly high position in the organization, must be quite angry about this.

It is said that President Dragon left work early last night to take care of it, but President Dragon was not a god and he could not believe only in that.

Just today, just like I ran into a street robber on the way to work, I don’t know when and where I’ll meet Bratva’s minions or Man Hunter’s followers who rush to get revenge on me.

Not only that, it’s not a good thing to get more attention than necessary from Ronin.

As Say pointed out, to some extent it was intentional.

He deliberately tried to appear strong so as not to be ignored by the Ronins, and for that he used the crisis of being a Man Hunter as an opportunity.

However, it was rather difficult if the effect was this good.

What I intended was to say to the Ronins who were bustling with bars, ‘Are you hitting on that friend? I must not touch it.’ It was meant to make an impression,

Things got bigger than I thought, ‘He’s the famous guy who cut off the manhunter’s arm? I wonder what your skills are. I’d like to try it.’ It could be that the same dangerous sympathy was aroused not only by the Ronins at the bar, but also by all the Ronins who encountered the topic.

Well, of course, all of this could be pure rain.

It’s just a worry, and the truth is, the detective exaggerates and exaggerates, but in reality, the news may just be known little by little.

Unfortunately, the ominous premonitions have always come true.

The truth detective immediately turned my concerns into facts.

“You are quite famous among the Ronins now! The man-hunter’s hand was cut off as a bar manager.

It seems that the Ronins who witnessed the scene that day came together and came up with a cool nickname… what was that ah.”

He pondered for a while as if he had symptoms of dementia, and wanted to touch the cyber monocle, then he muttered ‘Yes, that was it,’ as if he had remembered something.

“Hand Butcher.”

“… .”

“Watson, that’s your nickname. It was like slaughtering a beast to neutralize the Man Hunter in no time and to cut off his hand without hesitation!

Hahahaha, I had an incident that I had to deal with that day, so it’s just a pity I didn’t see the scene in person. What a wonderful nickname!”

The self-proclaimed Holmes smiled wildly, waving their droopy cheeks at what was so good, but I couldn’t laugh.

A cool nickname is the horn.

Just being called Masked Asian or Nakamura was weird enough, but now it’s followed by the hand butcher, the hand Buddha.

What do you mean… I wonder if it’s a nickname that could be given to a cruel villain or criminal.

Even the most annoying thing is

‘Let’s hand butcher… damn it Ronins will be very happy.’

As I was concerned, it was an optimized name to stimulate the Ronins of Dusk City, which are full of wins.

‘Are you the hand butcher?’ The image of the sloppy Ronin walking arguing and arguing has already been vividly pictured in my mind.

Please, I just hope that today, unlike yesterday, ronins do not flock to the store.

please.

* * *

“Nice to meet you, let’s hand butcher.”

It was the greeting that a customer uttered as soon as he first entered the bar and met me.

yes what

Now it wasn’t surprising. I’ve already met dozens of customers like that.

The bar was still crowded today.

Just like yesterday, it was full of ronins from all over the place.

Looking at the pages, most of them were even newcomers I hadn’t seen yesterday.

What the hell happened to make them come together like honey?

‘Something is happening around here.’

‘It may be noisy in this area for a while. Not only here, but all of East Monica.’

Suddenly, I remembered a story I heard yesterday.

Haha, if it had been done in one day, I wouldn’t have said ‘for a while’.

As I saw earlier, Ravin Heywood, the agent who informed me, came again today and was recruiting mercenaries.

I’m really passionate Even if I ask you again what’s going on, you’ll use the same excuses as the last time.

Shall I ask the real detective? Looks like he hasn’t left the bar yet.

He’s also obsessed with conspiracy theories, he was the first to let me know that rumors had spread among the Ronins, and he may know something about this case, as the news is so quick.

With that in mind, he moved to guide the new guests.

To-dos are organized mechanically in my mind.

Explaining the rules, telling them to put out their weapons first, emphasizing that fighting or drugs is absolutely not allowed in the bar,

In particular, the story of the hand butcher is just a rumor, and I’m just an ordinary field manager, so I have to warn you several times that fighting me won’t do you any good.

I don’t know if I’ll listen to it and eat it.

Damn, I’m busy, but when is the dragon boss coming?

They said they would arrive before they open, but they haven’t shown up yet.

Even if I ask Tony or Say, they both say, ‘Well. Coming soon.’ It’s only consistent with insensitive answers like that.

The Dragon boss is the only way those bastard Ronins can be deterred.

It was a mistake to kindly explain that the boss hasn’t come yet to those who are begging for the boss to come out.

The bastards were playing chess games without knowing the fear of the world, wondering if the dragon was away or what, so Sei had to step out and clean it up.

He broke his limbs at once and kicked them out with a cool kick.

There were a lot of guys who tried to ignore the bar rules when they realized that there was no dragon boss even after the change of water to some extent.

Compared to yesterday, the degree is clearly noticeable.

Fortunately, big characters like Manhunter haven’t caused any problems so far, but small commotions have continued to arise and rage.

Yesterday, I wondered how the Ronins were faithfully following the rules despite all their complaints, but it seems that it was all thanks to the presence of the Dragon President.

From what I heard the Ronin say, it seems that Dragon President is some kind of legend in that industry.

Whether it’s ‘Red Dragon’ or ‘Red Dragon’ or ‘Red Dragon’, they talked among themselves while quietly saying embarrassing names.

I’m not sure if he was a famous Ronin in the past and then retired and opened a bar, but anyway.

I knew it was spring when the flowers had faded, but I didn’t know that the vacancy of the boss of Dragon, who was always in the boss room as if it didn’t exist, would feel this big.

You should come soon.

The dragon totem is desperately in need of a dragon totem that instills the bare minimum of etiquette just by being there.

I looked at the guests with a sigh and said, ‘Yes, it’s nice to meet you. Bar Dragons are rare.’ It was time to say

“…!”

He said to me, ‘Nice to meet you, let’s slaughter our hands.’ The appearance of the guest who said that was quite familiar.

A copper-colored muscular man who looks like a Hollywood action actor. Neatly waxed hair shines and shines.

And on his back was a very large, sloppy means of communication that focused everyone’s attention.

It was also a very familiar thing.

“electric saw… Man.”

I muttered blankly while looking at the chainsaw man Ronin, the owner of the ultra-vibration jet engine saw I had been taken care of yesterday.

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