I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

The psychedelic rock bass melody of dreamy chords is engrossing. The chords of vocals mixed with mechanical sounds covered the top.

Today’s jukebox music was neo-psychedelic pop.

It’s a rainy day, but I can hear the voices of Ronin complaining that even the music is playing.

Even the chaotic atmosphere seemed to have been felt anew to the precious lady who sat at the corner table under the red plastic light.

Subtly shaking shoulders, looking around like a meerkat, a head that couldn’t take his eyes off the tiled floors, holographic billboards, and the luminous alcohols on the flashing shelves.

Even though he was only two years older than me, his face looked so young, and despite his unlucky first impression, it was a look that made people think that he was cute.

I must have been the same when I first arrived at Dragon’s Rare and looked around.

Well, as a black man, he wouldn’t have looked that cute.

“I think it’s a tavern where mercenaries usually come, let’s hand butcher?”

Alexandra said, who suddenly turned her gaze to various Ronins—the mercenaries who drank beer with their mechanical cyberarms, engaged in arm wrestling and arguing, and even squirmed amongst themselves.

What an interesting topic for a young girl.

It wouldn’t be so much fun to sit down at the scene of the people working in the shadows of the city and look at those shaky bones one by one.

However, the bodyguards who took up one seat with their large size and made the surroundings look very narrow and tight, seemed restless.

Needless to say, the well-groomed young lady would have done that without much thought, but staring at her is an act of provoking rough Ronin.

Recently, I also met a lot of Ronin, and while serving them, I happened to hear the story.

In the world of ronin, it is said that it is quite rude to stare at someone you do not know well for more than 5 seconds.

This is because it usually takes about 5 seconds to derive meaningful information from the scanning function using the electronic eye or optical lens.

Therefore, if you stare at it for more than 5 seconds, you might say, ‘I’m trying to figure out the status of your armed forces. I have the mindset to attack you.’ It is said that it is considered tantamount to saying

To the Ronins, that burdensome gaze could be regarded as a kind of declaration of war or provocation, and he was wary of those who might be fighting because of that.

In fact, the simplest solution would be to explain the situation to the young lady and tell the Ronins to stop looking at them, but they didn’t seem to have the guts to say that to their master.

You pretended to be strong to me earlier, but you can’t even make noises against the lady you serve. They are very timid friends for their size.

As they exchanged glances with each other, they kept glancing at me, and I sensed a sense of purpose there.

If the bodyguards intervene again, the order of fire may fall, so it seems like they are looking at me and asking the young lady to talk to me.

No, why are you signaling that to me? I’m just a bar site manager with nothing to do with that.

He said, ignoring the non-verbal gestures of the attendants, who seemed to be talking about something while squinting one of their eyes, which was not even covered by sunglasses.

“There are a lot of mercenaries, but it’s not usually this full of mercenaries. There seems to be something going on around here these days.”

After all, just looking at the group composition and attire here, most Ronin will not want to touch it because they think that someone of value has come to visit.

There’s nothing good about teasing a young lady who might be a corporate executive or a member of an aristocratic family. It’s just talking behind the scenes.

Besides, there are bar rules, so it can be said that there are very few fights.

Rather than that, I was more concerned about how to reject the offer to recruit the samurai from this supreme Myway girl.

The option to accept it didn’t even exist in the first place.

Samurai are horns.

No matter how good the pay, he has no intention of making killing people and getting blood spilled as a business.

I don’t even have the ability to do that in the first place.

Again, the Man Hunter Gun was just lucky, and my skills were never better than the Man Hunter.

Another problem was that he was tied to the headquarters of Shiho Lee and could not find any other job.

The moment you resign, you will fall outside the eyes of the Iron-Blooded Chairman.

Because our president is a style that never tolerates leaking of his things or people to the outside.

In the infamous Megacorp, how to deal with the escape of a single employee believed to be owned by the company… Anyone can imagine it without needing to explain it.

It will be lightly trampled on without leaving a trace.

Literally a slave to the company.

Just because I want to change, I am not in a situation where I can change my affiliation at will.

For these reasons, the offer had to be rejected.

Originally, I should have said no as soon as I heard it, but I was like, ‘What do you mean by this?’ I thought I wanted to, and I came all the way here.

Even Alexandra didn’t think I would accept it.

How do I cut this off without disturbing the planting?

I don’t feel like I’ve been insulted for refusing, and I’m not trying to get my bodyguards to harm me, no way.

I think I came here after hearing rumors about the nickname of the hand butcher… .

It might be better to explain somehow that they are all rumors, and that it was just a miraculous thing that happened due to the negligence of the enemy.

Why don’t you tell me to remove the beef horns as soon as possible, and now when the steam comes to mind?

I opened my mouth carefully.

“that… Regarding the proposal… .”

“But why do those people over there keep looking this way? Do you know each other, hand butcher?”

“… .”

chewed properly It makes me wonder if this was done on purpose.

With a sigh, the rich lady looked to the direction she was pointing with her shiny nail polish.

I thought someone was looking at me like that… .

Large concourse table.

Wearing dark blue plastic suspenders over a T-shirt. We saw ugly, shabby figures wearing tool belts, yellow helmets, and protective goggles.

This is the typical factory worker appearance.

It was fine up to there. Factory workers might come to the bar for a drink.

Although it is mainstream to use robots or automatic equipment control programs instead of ordinary workers in large-scale factories, the story is different these days.

It is said that there are many cases of hiring human workers with ego from the beginning in order to prevent the machines that have to perform important tasks to develop ego and become ravers, and to prevent setbacks in their work.

It must have been the case with them. That’s why I confiscated the weapons without much thought and sent them to the bar.

I think it’s still a little early for the factory to close, but if you’ve just finished your shift, it makes sense.

The problem was that, apart from being factory workers, they were looking very disrespectful towards Alexandra.

It’s not that they’re secretly staring at them, they’re staring openly at the group.

Are these people crazy?

I don’t get the feeling when I see the shoulder gangster bodyguards carrying around or wearing clothes.

No matter how much this lady stared at me first, if I had common sense, I should bow down in front of rich people.

He’s staring at him like he’s going to kill him and confronting him.

They’re not crazy… .

After thinking about it, I stopped for a moment.

What if they’re really crazy?

What if the peers don’t care at all whether they’re rich, aristocratic, or a member of a corporation?

There was one such gang.

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Most of the members of the organization were disguised as ordinary factory workers.

And as far as I know they… To prove that they are part of a gang, they all wear one specific tattoo.

Frowning their eyes, they see a dark light shining under one of their arms, which is covered by a white T-shirt, under the artificial fibers.

Concentrating a little more, I looked at my eyes with blood in my eyes, and I felt the same sensation as when I was confronted with a powerful, ultra-vibrating knife, even without the action of the microchip, my surroundings were slowing down.

Everything looks much sharper and farther as if you were wearing a magnifying lens. To some extent, even the patterns beyond the tightly woven plastic hem were visible.

A large, black hammer tattoo was engraved on one arm of the workers caught in the moment.

In the 19th century, a tattoo was applied to commemorate the first mechanical destruction movement that occurred when workers broke the weaving machines of factories with hammers.

People with those hammer tattoos here in Dusk City are called the Luddite gang.

An extreme terrorist gang who advocates for the destruction of robots that threaten human status, androids and labourers, and even the companies and factories that develop and manage all those machines.

It is an organization of machinists, a coalition of mad machinists who fight the dead cell.

… What are those bastards doing here?