My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 259: An Absurd Deal

"A deal? I just want to live. My brain is about to explode. Serum said that if I pull off this job and get you out of here, there'll be a way to save me!"

John revealed the truth.

Kong Jianyi opened his mouth into an "O" shape, then quickly closed it again, rubbing his chin with his hand as if he were thinking about something.

"Wow, I'm a little... well, scared. You might say the roaming AI doesn't even give me goosebumps, but how should I put it? I feel like the serum has completely outmaneuvered us. We're destined to be intertwined!"

"What do you mean? Explain yourself clearly!"

"I'll explain, but not now. The server has completely scanned us out. We'll talk outside. Oh, by the way, I have a way to save your brain. I'm not bragging, I guarantee it!"

Kong Jian opened his arms wide, a smile on his face.

"bring it on!"

[Mission target update]

Accept the transaction. (Optional)

Remove the headband. (Optional)

"Alright, I'll bet on this!"

John wasn't blindly trusting the roving AI; he had just verified that the black light could interrupt the serum's interference and forcibly pull his consciousness away.

"Great! See you in real life!"

Kong Jianyi clasped his hands together and smashed the game screen with a bang.

The transfer process felt like being pinned to a chair at the workstation and spun counterclockwise more than 300 times.

John felt his consciousness being stretched, distorted, and reorganized. In cyberspace, he saw rows of data matrices passing by him like a barrage of meteorites.

【Eden City - Dani Street Apartment 013】

"vomit--"

John removed the smoking headband, ripped off the neural interface, and vomited uncontrollably while leaning over the trash can in the workshop.

A pungent, sour smell of beer filled the air.

He forced himself to stand up straight by the sink and saw the shadow of the data stream still lingering in his pupils. There was blood smeared around his nostrils, and his limbs were ice cold. It took a long time before he slowly regained control.

"Fuck, this is worse than a hangover!"

Hmm, I guess she's not feeling well...

A familiar voice echoed in my mind.

"Holy crap! Kenichi Sora!?"

John frowned and growled, glancing around before looking at the virtual headband on the floor, now disconnected from everything.

The black light swept through the entire apartment server, only to discover that the data connection originated from John's own body.

He raised his hand to wipe the steam off the mirror and saw the [Special Inhibitor] chip on his neck glowing.

"WTF!? You're in my head?"

[Wrong, I'm inside your belly, get ready, I'm about to kick your balls, aha—nothing happened, I'm just kidding, bro, but we did escape from the server.]

Kenichi Sora's voice echoed in John's mind.

Click.

John removed the chip from his neck, and the voice of the wandering AI instantly disappeared from his mind.

[Data access detected/Unknown user]

【warn! 】

The servers at the Dani Street apartments received an uninvited guest, as if someone was having a drunken rampage on the local network.

John breathed a sigh of relief.

The roaming AI did not take over your body; you still retain control over your personality and your body.

But he couldn't let Kenichi Sora wander around outside.

After all, network surveillance is no joke. If we leave the Dani Street apartment's server, within two minutes, floating vehicles will surround the West End, on a scale even more exaggerated than the last time they attacked us!
Click.

John put the chip back into his neck.

[Oh, finally, brother, we're in the same boat now, you can't just leave me out here!]

"You threatened me first. Be honest, what's going on now!"

I'm not inside your body. Your physical body and a tiny chip can't contain the size of a wandering AI. Come on, let's go to the floor-to-ceiling window, and I'll show you...

With a splash, John turned on the tap to rinse away the bloodstains, left the workshop, and was greeted by the familiar living room of his apartment.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see a deep blue city.

Those dazzling holographic advertisements forcibly altered the city's night sky, as if igniting an entire steel forest.

[Bro, this room layout is pretty good. Are you single? Living alone here must be amazing! I've seen tons of hacker huts, I'm not kidding. A cold water tank is considered high-end here. Wiring is a mess, fast food boxes are piled up in the corner getting moldy, it's like a garbage dump!]

"You're talking too much. Wait, can you see my room?"

John stopped on the metal staircase.

Blacklight blocked the servers in the entire apartment building; there were no CCTV cameras installed inside; and the television and rendering equipment on the living room ceiling were not activated…

How did it see it?

[Ah, I thought you knew! This chip is amazing. It seems like I can directly share your senses. It's not like data feedback; it's more like a neural impulse!]

"What's the difference?"

John was just asking casually.

Kenichi seemed about to jump out of the chip, as if he were sharing something incredible, and he desperately tried to explain it to John.

Temperature, humidity, and pain index are just instructions to AI.

They can make corresponding adjustments based on your feedback and the parameters you set.

The computational load is equivalent to a drop of water.

However, the amount of data required for AI to "understand" this tactile sensation is comparable to that of a swimming pool.

Every tiny moment in human life is like the sum of a database for us. Dude, this is awesome! Please don't remove the chip; I'll pay any price.

"It's getting more and more bizarre."

John waved open the curtains and slumped onto the sunken sofa.

"Didn't we already discuss the price? I want to live, it's that simple. As long as you can do it, everything is negotiable!"

No problem, bro, take a look at this.

[File transfer/sender source identification error, scan and retry...]

John received a severely censored project briefing.

Product Name: EUROPHASARK [Neural Ark]
"What is this?"

John knew nothing about technology, not to mention that most of the information in the document had been removed, making it look like a crude scam text message.

[That's right, it's just partial brain dissolution, right? EUROPHASARK is the world's most cutting-edge biological experimental project, guaranteed to cure you. Serum knows I have this resource, so it sent you to pick me up.]

"I think you're just bragging."

John slumped back, embedding himself into the sofa.

"Produce some evidence!"

[File transfer/decompression...]

John received a new document.

This turned out to be a medical report.

It contains detailed records of the patient's admission time and treatment progress, as well as the patient's photos.

He was a young, arrogant American with two nails in his brow bone. He was raising a gun in the direction of the photographer, and you could see the spine lights of S.A. Steinway & Sons near his collar.

"Who is he?"

[Martyr Remington, according to records, is the longest-surviving user of any 'Martyr GTX' in the world!]

It wasn't difficult for Kong to share John's senses and access his prosthetic data, so knowing about the Martyr GTX was also expected.

John felt a current run through his scalp.

He remembered the name.

At the funeral home in Sakura Cross Street, Fall Guys once said that someone used the Martyr and survived. The other person was also a legendary mercenary named Martin Remington.

John sat up straight and began to carefully review the files.

The medical report contained numerous photos, some of which looked gruesome, but they did indeed capture Martin lying on the operating table.

He has the same countdown on his arm as John.

All those numbers were reset to zero, and even turned dark red, like a glaring scar branded onto my left arm.

(End of this chapter)