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Some might say it was just bad luck, to resign themselves to fate. No, perhaps their luck had run out, having risen from nothing to become top-tier mercenaries capable of securing commissions from Mega Corps at a young age. But if there's one thing the 21st century I lived in and this desolate 22nd century have in common, it's that some lives are more equal and more valuable than others. It's too late to turn a blind eye now; I've already noticed their light, their potential. ...So, this time,…-
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Scattered droplets of blood embroider the air. The dislodged mask flies in a parabola, unable to defy gravity, and tumbles to the ground. My mind, which I thought had become sufficiently numb from seeing so much blood and so many corpses today, is thrown into disarray. My chest feels hot, as if a dagger has been plunged into it. Logically, to survive, I should immediately draw my rifle and return fire. But my hands were already following Horatio, pulling Omen by the back of his…
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It might sound a bit out of the blue… but even though I'm the type to easily empathize with fictional stories, I really hated it when frustrating scenes came up in movies, animations, or game cutscenes. Ah, it's not like I was just getting annoyed for no reason…? It was just that, when a character holding the key to reversing the situation or in a position to do so was just spacing out… or when it was obvious an enemy was about to commit some terrible act and no one stopped them… I would…
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Thump… Thump…. In the silent, pure white hallway reminiscent of a corporate research lab, only the sound of four pairs of footsteps, including my own, echoed. Actually, even if you combined the noise made by the other three, it wouldn't surpass Omen alone… but anyway. The suppression team that came in with us split up whenever we encountered a fork in the road, until… eventually, they left us completely behind. Nocturne and Omen alone were already reassuring enough, so I didn't have any…
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"This fuck!! Corporate bastards, what brings you crawling in here…!! Keugh?!” Missile launcher…? Bazooka? I wasn't sure what to call it, but a Painkiller member had a hole blown through his neck by a magic wand that looked like something a Middle Eastern terrorist would use. He clutched his neck, staggered… and then, along with the heavy weapon he was holding, fell out the window and crashed to the ground. …Hopefully, he's dead. The thought of getting shot by that zombie-like guy who was…
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Countless faces contort in fear. I wouldn't be able to make rational decisions in that situation either. However… even knowing it's not just unlikely, but almost impossible, they instinctively turn their backs on the threat to their lives and scream. "!! Those crazy corporate bastards actually fired…!!" "We need to get inside right now…!!" Tu-kwa-ka-ka-ka-kak------!! That was all I could hear. If detonating a grenade at point-blank range had caused tinnitus, this barrage of gunfire,…
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"……Seriously, you're not helping at all." I close all the hundreds… almost a thousand network windows that were open in my view. In the end, the Cyberware upgrade attempt, which I invested a whole half-day in, went down the drain like that. I looked around the city's main network, teeming with all sorts of people, and checked out the carefully selected programs sold on the black market… but none of them. None of them were as clean and efficient as my Cyberware, which I had modified in my…
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After a flurry of commotion involving immense dignity issues and suspicion, the mercenaries silently kept their places, and the broker began a detailed presentation for me. "Ahem... The objective, as you can see, is to capture Dusk, the boss of the Painkiller drug organization located in the Yellow Sector, commonly known as the Bottom District—the slums. To be precise, our client is interested in the drug data extracted from the storage space embedded in his head after the…
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"Bwuuup?! Bwup! Bwooooook…! Bwip…!!" His arms flailed desperately, pounding Horatio's head and shoulders like mad, and his feet, no longer touching the ground, kicked wildly at his shins to escape the merciless restraint. But the mercenary's body, trained, maintained, and modified, didn't even flinch at the feeble resistance of the frail middle-aged broker. "You thought I'd be all smiles and treat you like a king if you booked me a hotel room and ordered some food, huh? Huh? With such a lack…
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"Yeah, I made a big slip of the tongue at our first meeting… Miss, you're being too harsh! Is it okay to treat your team leader like this?" "…I'm not even a team member yet, and stop calling me 'Miss' all the time." "Then at least tell me your name, Noona!!" I didn't mean it in a way that implied I was older, I was just indirectly expressing how disgusted I was, but this self-centered mercenary seemed genuinely happy about the situation. I don't know how a team led by such a hooligan exists,…
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…Towering. …Quite a peculiar remark. In this vast Metropolis, there must be more than just a few places offering lodging services, and perhaps they're irked by the thought of losing a customer to another establishment, but 'cheaper accommodations than here'? I shut down the navigation window I had bothered to open and turn around. Then what is this, really…? A threat? Or just salesmanship? Even if my painstakingly crafted appearance doesn't exactly help in intimidating others, I've keenly…
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"……? Why isn't Anastasia unnie coming in?" "Well…. That's…." Mary stares at me anxiously as I stop in front of the ticket gate. Given Sylvia's usual fortitude, I thought she'd honestly say goodbye to Mary or explain the situation… but even she's looking over here with a hint of regret, and at this rate, she might really miss her train. "Oof…!!" A thick arm scoops up the small, anxious-looking girl. In the end, Schneider, unable to bear watching any longer, volunteered to play…
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It was only a few dozen minutes ago that I had greeted Grandpa Heinrich in a settlement where lawless vigilantes existed like in the pioneering days. Just a few kilometers away? This place had a completely different atmosphere. Step… step…. A group of individuals clad in black uniforms and bulletproof vests, their faces obscured by visor helmets that covered even their jaws, approached the driver's side. To be honest… they were not a group that could be praised for being orderly or in sync,…
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My hands and feet are tingling, and my neck feels stiff. My consciousness is still hazy. If I’m going to sleep, I should do it comfortably in bed, but I keep leaning against the computer chair, and that’s why my body feels like this. What on earth is the point of having cyberware… no, I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do with my smartphone. At this rate, I might end up with a slipped disc before I come to my senses… Ugh…! It’s not even my body; it’ll do what it wants. I…
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The blood in my head is boiling. Even though I've never had an implant in my brain, the grenade flying through the air seems to move in slow motion within my accelerated thoughts. My body, the epitome of human design and genetic engineering, screams that it's fucked. If you have time for that, move a little, damn it…!! Screech…! Twisting my ankle, I throw myself with all my might towards the driver's seat. I didn't have time to admire the power of the grenade. I was about to experience it…
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