My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 266: Mercenary Experience (Thanks to Alliance Leader "Bitter Gourd Face")
He left a message, got up, and the magnetic door opened, only to find the two girls standing at the end of the corridor smoking, scrutinizing John's genitals with a critical look.

Gino's voice came from behind.

“I got the middleman’s contact information from Gilaard. I did some small online work last night, and the pay was pretty good. There might be better job opportunities later, but I didn’t reveal any personal information. I was careful…”

John turned to look at the room.

Gino sat on the sofa, moved his arm that was covering his face aside to reveal a smile.

John nodded and smiled in return.

"it is good."

he left.

Gino took John's advice.

She is adapting to hacking work, looking for ways to raise funds outside the company to create better living conditions for herself and Macao.

Since John didn't bring it up, Gino didn't ask whether the serum had helped.

Death is cruel.

Farewells in Eden are usually silent.

Gino recalled John's mutterings and the strange chip—it was probably some kind of virtual companion, an electronic device for emotional comfort.

"Alas... poor John, he was finally driven mad."

【Eden City - Western Edge】

[Experience the life of a mercenary with free time. (Optional)]

John was speeding through the streets on his alloy RCH.

The motorcycle weaved through the glare of the asphalt road, as if it had plunged headfirst into an ocean of holographic projections and rock music.

The wind pressed against my skin, and my vision shifted wildly.

[Awesome! Ahhh! This is what you call racing! Damn, I have to admit your driving skills are top-notch in the game, bro. This is how you should drive!]

Kenichi Sora has played on leaderboards in many virtual racing games.

But under real sensory stimulation, the roar of the vehicle is no longer a parameter simulated by the shaking of a screen or device, but can be felt through the limbs, as if the industrial crystallization is truly beating within the metal vehicle.

The alloy RCH shattered the light rain curtain.

Gang vehicles were mixed in with the traffic, along with patrol cars with blue and white sirens, and hovercars with their vector engines weaved between skyscrapers.

John just took some free time to come out and have some fun.

He relinquished control of his body on the West Ring Elevated Road.

Kenichi takes over the vehicle.

It's not just boasting; this AI isn't just theoretical; its grasp of vehicle condition data is even more precise than John's.

The car speed reached 300 km/h.

Asphalt roads are very dangerous in the rain.

Kenichi walked very steadily on the "tightrope," with the tire parameters and road surface wetness under his control.

It gives you the feeling of super intelligent driving.

Kenichi Sora had a blast.

It first wanted to switch to a different vehicle to continue racing, and then made new demands.

Let's find an illegal race, the kind where we race around the city at breakneck speed, preferably with a bit of a police chase. Seriously, those idiots at the ECPD definitely won't be able to catch us!

"No way, that's the end of it."

John poured cold water on the disappointment.

"We still have important things to do!"

[Waiting for Raphael's call. (Optional)]

[It's okay, Raphael hasn't called yet. If we get a text message, we can just drop out of the match!]

"Can you guarantee you can shake off the cops anytime? Even if you succeed, how will you go out and carry out your duties with an ECPD warrant on your head!"

John took over the motorcycle and drove it to the edge of the East End to refuel—this was Raphael's territory, where news could be received quickly.

The difference between a professional and a novice lies here.

The quality of mercenaries on the streets varies greatly.

Those idiots who mess things up at the last minute, or those fools who botch things up as middlemen, all thought they had everything under control, and ended up making a mess of things in a panic.

The motorcycle is being refueled.

John walked to the vending machine next to him.

Surprisingly, Kong remained quiet the whole way, not clamoring to continue playing, and not even asking John to go for another stroll in the nearby bar.

"The little brat has grown up?" John asked.

[Dude, are you mocking me? Don't be like that. My memory bank goes back to before 2020. In terms of iteration dates, you're the kid in my eyes!]

"Oh, is it so."

John swiped open the vending machine's menu.

Hey, hey, hey, which one should I choose? I've never tried it before!

Kong's tone became excited again.

"Ah."

John gave a cold laugh.

Come on, buddy, I know what you're thinking, and I've really thought about what you said... Yes, reality isn't what I imagined. There are no pop-up options when talking to friends, and quests require negotiation, even stealing, instead of just sitting there with an exclamation mark.

"That's a very good summary."

John took a sip of his drink; it was sour and cloying, and seemed to contain stimulants, making his heart pound.

[You're still being sarcastic, John. You have to understand... I've been living in a game all my life, and this is the first time in decades I've been offline. My sensory memories in the database are starting to fade!]

Should I praise you for growing up quickly and adapting fast?

"You really deserve a compliment... Alright, throw that junk away and go buy some bottled water to rinse your mouth."

puff.

Kenichi took over John's body and threw the ball.

The bottle of beverage traced a perfect parabola before landing in the trash can.

Is it really that difficult for AI to adapt to human life?

The data soul is not human. From the moment we were born, we observed the world through a data perspective. Sensory experiences are entirely new to us. We only signed a three-day contract, but compared to a human lifespan, I've grown incredibly fast!

"uh-huh."

John remained noncommittal.

"She adapted to the serum quite well, didn't she? She even formed a hacker alliance, and no one discovered she was a data dumpling all these years."

As I've said before, every AI has its own strengths. I like games, while Serum likes researching humans and cyberpsychosis...

"Quiet first."

【she……】

"Shut up, the employer is here."

John left the area illuminated by the vending machine advertisement and returned to the shade where his motorcycle was parked.

There stood a middle-aged woman looking up at the sky.

She was wearing a gas station uniform, a blue shirt with the company logo.

Cowford Grandon Auto Sales Center

Raphael's estate.

The motorcycle was parked in a gap between buildings, in a blind spot of the city's glare. In the dim light, only the woman's prosthetic eye shone brightly, reflecting a rich and varied expression.

"Raphael?"

"Good evening, John... and Kenichi Sora."

Wow, she really knows me! She really knows I'm here!

Kong attempted to reverse-engineer Raphael but failed, indicating that this middleman was protected by a very skilled hacker.

She has connections everywhere; she's the "godmother" of mercenaries, a professional mentor to newcomers on the streets, and a venomous snake lurking in the eastern part of Eden City.

Different people will encounter different sides of her.

John was self-aware.

He had seen the pomp and temper of important people before, and he knew in his heart that Raphael was willing to be friendly to him largely because he had a good relationship with Ryan, and the doctor and Raphael had been teammates.

This kind of "care" has its limits.

Since you're taking on a job as a mercenary, you should do it properly. The consequences of messing up a mission have already been demonstrated by Red Falcon and Oros.

She pulled a respirator out of her work clothes.

It must be a female employee's personal item; it has a strong smell and is a common brand that can be obtained from vending machines, which doesn't fit Raphael's identity.

She waved her hand and sent out a piece of intelligence.

A holographic projection of a rifle unfolded in John's field of vision.

(End of this chapter)