My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt-Chapter 443 - 274: Raphael’s Question
The blood on the lampshade was the first to solidify.
A drone skimmed over the roof of the low-rent apartment building, with the distant wail of sirens echoing from the streets below.
Kenichi Sora flicked debris off the Mantis Blade.
The special coating kept it gleaming like new after slicing through flesh.
Sora began explaining the technical maneuvers to John, detailing everything down to the angles of force and the techniques for unleashing power from the prosthetic body...
But he wasn’t listening attentively.
The hallway’s lampshade was smeared with blood, casting a sinister red light, while the blood pooled at his feet started to gather, shrinking the area where he could step.
John was submerged in a peculiar state of mind.
Numbness towards the slaughter scene, reminiscing about his bodily movements, and surprise at Sora’s mastery of the prosthetic control.
[There’s no need to show off, take it slow. First, increase your efficiency, get familiar with the gear on you. Fancy stuff comes next...]
Sora stepped over the corpse and left the back door of the apartment.
His tone showed no change.
A drone roared in, locking on his location firmly, continuously calling for backup from the Rongju Security Department, and the screeching sound of brakes could already be heard from the next street.
Sora maneuvered with ease, escaping under the floodlights.
His tone with John remained unchanged, retaining the youthful excitement.
This was a game.
Sora was insanely enjoying the sensory thrill that John’s body brought.
The wrist’s jolt as the bullet discharged, the delicate sensation of the blade’s dance through muscles, the stink and bloodiness in the air, even the lives dropping under his feet...
All formed ripples in the AI database.
John was not one with sentimental habits, with no psychological burden towards killing.
But that came with a mercenary’s professional disposition.
Or rather, a survival rule in this damned city.
Sora was different from him.
John felt it clearly:
In this AI’s concept, only "John" was an individual worthy of serious regard, while others were NPCs enriching the game’s narrative.
John suddenly thought of the serum.
He had felt something similar in the other as well.
Indifference.
A kind of AI-based indifference.
[You’ve been zoning out for quite a while, buddy, the training isn’t over, lift your head up, I left some training equipment especially for you.]
"F*ck, wait, do you know that black box above has been exposing our coordinates, right?"
John dashed into the traffic flow.
Midnight street racers and ordinary citizens working overtime and heading home honked in the city’s most congested section.
Sora ignored the traffic signals from the holographic projections.
Laughing, he stepped over car hoods, climbed onto a streetlight amidst a driver’s curses, then leaped onto an overpass.
Buzz—
A black drone veered its direction, swooping past swiftly.
The ECPD sirens echoed in the municipal broadcast, with newscast teams tailing eagerly.
Sora got more audacious until a cop fired at him.
John finally couldn’t keep his calm.
"You’ve always had a way to handle that drone, right?"
[Mhm.]
"Then what the hell are you doing? Night running in the city?"
[Don’t spoil the fun, urgency adds thrill, and I needed it to create a training scenario.]
Sora’s laughter reverberated in John’s mind.
But to other citizens, this was just a self-mumbling cyber psycho escaping corporate capture.
A gunfight erupts in the downtown area; ECPD can’t just turn a blind eye.
Dispatch orders came one after another on the police channel.
Kenichi Sora hacked into the municipal network, intercepting signals, letting John listen to police internal communications as well.
[Attention all officers in the area: Received further suspect reports, summoning all available units...]
John frowned as he listened.
"Don’t push it too far. Pissing off the cops is one thing, but attracting the Special Action Team (SAT), we’ll both become floor paint."
He warned Kenichi Sora purposely.
"Don’t self-destruct, we can’t mess with those nuts!"
[Okay, no problem, the timing is just about right.]
Kenichi Sora slowed his pace, beginning to regulate his breath.
Rumble—
Intercity trains rushed by, casting a line of yellow flashes.
John now stood in the middle of the small street.
On both sides, he could see vehicles coming to encircle them, filled with soldiers from Rongju Company.
The sirens were getting closer too.
The cops hadn’t gotten involved yet, but they encircled the block like bystanders at a casino.
"Did you pick this escape route?"
[That’s right, I gave them enough time to prepare.]
"For f*ck’s sake, Sora, whatever crazy idea you have, let’s get this over with quickly, I’m tired of running."
[Aha, you said it!]
Kenichi Sora sprinted, leaping out from the roadside barrier before the traffic could block them!
This was a small street alongside the road. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
The downtown buildings were crowded, some small apartments were built up against cliffs, creating a significant height difference, now the intercity train tracks loomed over a dozen meters up.
Outside the barrier, it was a good ten meters to the ground.
"Ugh—"
All exclamations stuck in their throats.
John only felt his body tingling, heart clenching—jumping from this height, if not dead on impact, it would surely mean heavy injuries.
Being immobile was no different than a death sentence.
Corporate soldiers weren’t idiots; following the drone, they’d surely be encircled again.
John thought.
The intercity train track was like an elevated bridge.
Jumping the barrier, John saw the cement pillars supporting the bridge growing larger before him.
These things were hefty, with diameters exceeding three meters.
Not something to grip for force unloading like water pipes on building exteriors.
Sora wasn’t panicked, spreading his limbs to maintain aerial balance.
Upon leaning onto the cement pillar, his feet struck the surface instantly.
No anticipated collision or bouncing off, just sliding down close to the surface.
Pulled out the Mantis Blade, started scraping, increasing friction, while controlling angle and depth to avoid breaking or blunting the blade.
It’s pointless.
John drew a conclusion internally.
Sora’s struggling on the cement pillar achieved barely any friction to offset the fall speed.
They’d crash onto the ground.
John already braced for knee injuries when he saw the ground close ahead.
Yet the next second.
He kicked both feet out sharply, altering his vertical plummet into an outward arc.
Sora landed with his palm first.
Igdrasir’s alloy skeleton lightly supported, changing direction again to roll forward smoothly.
Fumbling forward a few times with feet...
And landed on the ground.
[Prosthetic: Silencer [Raqi Industry]]
[Part: Foot]
[Function: Enhanced arch and experimental-grade level six vibration reduction, significantly reducing movement noise when activated.]
"Phew~ we jumped down!"
John lifted his head.
The overpass road far overhead, heavy footsteps and screeching brakes audible through the thick pavement.
He surveyed the surroundings:
This was some abandoned parking lot, filled with construction debris, a few vagrants’ tin shelters, uncertain if inhabited.
The key point being.
This place was remote, requiring a long detour to chase.
[Was it cool?]
Sora couldn’t help but boast.
"Son of a b*tch! Did you just make me jump off a building to show off?"
[I’m teaching you!]
Sora protested.
[I’m showing you the correct way to use it. We can’t follow the manual for using prosthetics, see? The arch’s vibration-reducing effect was flawless, offering many ways to unload force, and how have you been using it?]
John sighed.
"F*ck, let’s pause this damned lesson for now!"
