Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 677 - 216: What’s With That Look and Those Eyes!

A few meters ahead of the car, a wheelchair not yet switched out for the auxiliary machinery was waddling forward. Compared to before, his walking was no longer as arduous; he was gradually approaching the level of a normal person. The street nerd from the Land of Light, upon hearing of this, volunteered to tailor a very reliable rehabilitation training for him.

That is, chasing him with a Jeep. If he couldn't run, he'd be smashed to death.

Hearing the engine roaring closer behind him, the dusty wheelchair could only desperately quicken his pace.

After all, this was in the game; he truly wasn't sure if that group behind him wouldn't just hit him for fun.

Turning back, he saw the Jeep painted with Dual-Cane Tyrant livery was almost upon him, and he couldn't help but curse out loud.

"Seven's still chasing me, dammit!"

The street nerd in the passenger seat immediately popped his head out from the sunroof upon hearing this.

"Earthling, watch your mouth! I'm only doing this for your good, lending my car for your training."

Damn it, aren't you an Earthling yourself?

Wheelchair Sprint was on the verge of tears, but seeing his expression only made the street nerd even more enthusiastic.

"What's with that face and those eyes! What's with those tears! Can they help you run again? Turn you into a healthy person?"

"Come on! Don't dodge, crash into my car! Come on, hurry over!"

WTF!!!

What kind of brain comes up with this kind of rehabilitation training!

Move! You damn legs!

I order you to damn well start moving faster!

Wheelchair Sprint gave it his all trying to run faster, trying to get away from this group of calamities behind him.

He hadn't died in this game yet, and the first time is always hard to accept, unlike those veteran players who were used to it.

For something like a car crash, his instinct for survival was still urging him to keep escaping. If it were Tutu, who had died often, he might just lay on the ground with legs splayed, daring them to roll over.

"Hahahaha..."

Behind him came some people's gleeful laughter, truly an unimaginable pack of beasts.

Wheelchair Sprint cursed loudly.

"Street nerd, you bastard, don't let me catch you later, or you're gonna pay for this."

"Heh, trying to get back at me? You're 20,000 years too early for that."

The street nerd didn't care about Wheelchair Sprint's complaints; he was genuinely helping him with rehabilitation training.

Although the last person who trained someone using this Dual-Cane Tyrant method ended up crippled, it didn't stop him from using it to train another cripple.

One person and a car dashed down the mountain amid this 'joyful laughter.'

"Huff... Huff... I can't run anymore, damn it, stop the car..."

Street nerd: "Let's stop for a while and let him rest."

"Uh..."

West Fire Grass blinked and showed a strange smile.

"Your car seems to have a problem."

"Hmm? What problem?"

Most of the player's cars were second-hand, some even pieced together or refurbished, having issues was quite normal. After all, new cars weren't cost-effective for newbies.

"The brakes failed, it won't stop."

"...What about the handbrake?"

West Fire Grass picked up a stick from under his feet.

"It just broke."

"..."

"Dammit, Wheelchair! Run! The car can't stop!"

"WTF!!!"

Ultimately, this farce ended with the two jumping out of the car, and the Jeep tumbling down the cliff turning into scrap metal.

The thrilling escape left the three lying weakly on a hillside, gasping heavily for air.

"Your car's gone..."

All the resentment Wheelchair Sprint had was gone when he saw the car getting wrecked to train him.

Besides, he did feel like he was running smoother than before; it was effective, albeit a bit too brutal. He didn't want to go for round two.

The street nerd waved it off, "No big deal, that thing isn't worth much, I can buy another one after a few days of moving bricks."

The vehicles and parts seized from the Chaotic Blade Association pile up like a mountain, some players love to scavenge parts from there to assemble vehicles.

Whether it's safe or not is one thing, but is it cheap?

But it's only cheap compared to new cars; second-hand cars still cost two to three thousand Orokin, and the average player has to save for at least ten days after regular prosthetic costs to afford one.

This couldn't help but surprise West Fire Grass.

"What do you do to earn so much? You weren't seen on the frontline battlefield before either."

"Heh."

The street nerd gave a strange smile.

"Do you guys have the Super Dream Headband?"

Wheelchair Sprint took out a headband from his bag and flicked it.

"Of course."

The most important tool in the game now wasn't prosthetics or guns but this Super Dream Headband.

With this, you could conduct professional training or enter Cyberspace anytime and anywhere, though the latter was a place West Fire Grass and the others hadn't been to yet.

The street nerd took out his headband, then uploaded some data to the other two's headbands with a data cable and said,

"Put it on, I'll show you something."

The two seemed semi-perplexed, but since it was break time, they didn't think too much and put on the headband one after another.

This time, thanks to the signal coordinates uploaded by the street nerd, they were directly brought to the coordinates of the entrance to the old network dungeon Square No. 1.

There were at least dozens of players gathered at the entrance, seemingly discussing something.

And in front of the two, it was no longer the street nerd's original form, but a life-sized Zero, a bona fide street nerd.

He wiped his nose, then struck a Bruce Lee pose.

"How about it? Cool, right? I'm a hacker-style player, making money here is fast."

Swordfish, an old acquaintance passing by, mercilessly poked holes in his lies.

"Bullshit, you haven't even graduated as an apprentice yet dare call yourself a hacker, and I'm supposed to be Morgan Black Hand!"

"Less BS, it's just a matter of time."

After giving a retort, he pursued further,

"How's the Prometheus dungeon going?"

"Been busy, the guys in front woke up the BOSS, now it's going nuts chasing us everywhere. Isn't there one more hacker NPC now? She's working with other hacker big shots writing a program, shouldn't be long till the counterprogram is ready."