I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

[If you keep sipping it because it’s sweet and sour, it’s delicious, and it goes away. Even though it doesn’t look like it, it’s a cocktail with quite a bit of alcohol. There’s a lot of it, too. I’m not called a worker for nothing.]

After that, he stopped drinking and put the straw in his mouth. It seems to me that the heat on my face is rising little by little.

I forgot for a while because the atmosphere of the people here was so loose, but now that I think about it, I’m here to work.

And what I was drinking right now was nothing but alcohol.

I don’t drink that much either. At least a bottle of soju.

As Mr. Dragon said, I didn’t know if I would go away after drinking it.

From the first day of work, if you get drunk at work and turn into a Kwanla, there’s no such thing as a crazy thing to do.

[Then, sake must also be served for the sake of thirst, so let’s talk about work again soon.]

“Work? What’s going on? Do you want me to do business here with Nakamura-san?”

[Oh, that’s why I didn’t tell you.]

The dragon manager slurped his drink and said as if tossing it.

[I came here from the head office to Insa-dong, my friend. I was told to use it as an employee.]

“to? I’m a chef. Why do professional chefs come to our bar as staff?”

[That’s it. I’m quite worried about that too. There is nothing to do, and our shop is not in an environment where we can fully demonstrate that friend’s talents.]

This is what I say while looking at this side with bright yellow LED eyes.

Well, it’s time for me to speak up.

“You don’t have to worry too much about that. Cooking is my specialty, but I can do anything other than that if you leave it to me. That’s what I came here for.”

It’s sincere.

Cooking, after falling into this world, there is nothing I can do about it, and I suddenly became a chef at a restaurant signboard, so I had no choice but to study hard.

As I tried to make a living and prove my worth to the company holding my name, it became my specialty, but I did not intend to make a living from it.

Even where I originally lived, I was not a cook or a culinary student, but an ordinary humanities college student.

Cooking was just a hobby I had continued since I was a child, nothing more, nothing less.

Even if I say I can’t use it now, it’s just a pity, but it doesn’t really matter.

… Actually, it’s a bit sad. There has been a lot of effort put in so far. but what to do

I am in a situation where I have to work here under an order from the high president, and there are no conditions to utilize cooking here.

You have to give up cleanly.

I’m more worried about the aftermath of failing the mission the president entrusted to me rather than the problem of not being able to utilize his special skills.

If a loner like me is not able to prove his usefulness by showing his low self-esteem, and thus the president’s disappointment or anger, everything will fly away.

We must do our best to avoid such a situation. I had to successfully become a member of the Dragon’s Rare here.

[Hmm… Is it Honki (seriously)? Or is it just a momentary utterance? There is no way to check.]

Spitting out otaku-like squeaky lines, the dragon master touched the metal scales of his squeaky helmet.

[If an elite talent like Nakamura-kun says that, it doesn’t mean there’s nothing to do. There is nothing wrong with increasing our hands.]

He continued to pour alcohol like fuel into the mouth of the dragon’s helmet, then waved the glass that was showing the bottom and said.

[But it’s because I’m Shinpai (worried) if I can handle it. It will probably be quite difficult, tedious, and arduous work. It’s something that most people can’t stand for a few days and fall out.]

Are you trying to scare me, or is it really that hard? long and mournful

To be honest, I wasn’t that afraid.

No matter how much the store was told by the president to keep an eye on it, no matter how unusual the staff… After all, the fact that it is a business in an outlying area that is several tens of blocks away from the center does not change.

The accessibility is poor and the space is not very large. How busy would it be if you were busy? Working here has its own set of difficulties, but well.

Compared to the days of a restaurant where I worked 13 hours a day, rolling like a dog, it seems like heaven no matter what comes out.

In addition, there is no need to study Japanese, Japanese cuisine, or plating outside of working hours. how happy

Oh, maybe I should study drinking.

It was a time when I was only thinking about that and tilting my head without taking any seriousness.

[Looking at that casual expression, I guess my explanation alone doesn’t really make much sense. It would be better to listen to the bivitto (live) testimonies of the practitioners in this case as well. Hey Tony!]

“Yes? Me? Why all of a sudden?”

[Omae Ga Ittemite (You say it). How hard it is to work in our store.]

“No, even if I ask you to say it so suddenly, you have to think about it first… .”

[hurry!]

A funny situation in which the boss urges the employee to tell him the downsides of working in his store.

Tony scratched his messy hair and said.

“No, to be honest, there is no other job like this… Oh, okay. Okay, so don’t stare at me like that. The difficult part is that there is a lot of work, and the day and night change is bad for your health? And it’s just that it’s really hard to get along with your boss.”

[You’re talking like a boss. Are you telling me to look and listen to me now? Not Sore (that).]

“Other than that, the truth is that guests often come?”

The dragon boss applauds as if he had finally got the answer he wanted.

[Yeah, that! facts. Do you know how many children come to our store? Let’s see, last time, there was Kyojin (maniac) who left the toilet intact and set it up to hit the center of the dartboard with his own urine stream. And last time… .]

“There were people who said they had a biobomb installed in their body and went all over the place asking for help. They say that you have to drink salt water to neutralize explosive substances in your body. Turns out, it wasn’t a bomb, it was just an ordinary data chip planted by the Dead Cells as a joke.”

[okay! And last time, a talking polar bear also came to visit.]

Words added after shouting so loudly.

[Of course, the polar bear was kawaii. Do you think you know the secret of popularity as a CF model?]

“I worked really hard to get rid of the flying hair. It was a very beneficial time to learn that the fur of a polar bear is actually transparent, not white.”

[Cow, cow (Yeah, yeah). You will have to suffer a lot like that.]

Then he looks at me… Talking polar bear? You have to take this as a joke, you have to take it seriously.

Not knowing how to react, I just took another sip of Dusk Ice Tea. It’s delicious too.

Hmm, it seems like something is getting hotter. body is hot

The face of the dragon helmet frowned at my casual appearance.

[It doesn’t seem to work at all. This is all because of you. I should have talked more realistically!]

“No, why are you doing this to me? Who was the one who suddenly brought up the story of a cute polar bear while going out? And it wasn’t cute at all. In fact, it looks absolutely terrifying.”

[Okay, you just go away. not through words. And polar bears are cute. No response.]

“Yes, yes. You would.”

The two of them had a conversation like a conte, and then the dragon master took a deep breath and looked at me.

[Takara (so)… You have no intention of changing your mind, Nakamura-kun? Then there is nothing you can do You just have to experience it for yourself. Just remember that I warned you enough.]

“Yeah, what.”

[For now, I’ll leave it as a job experience for Ikkagetsu (one month). If you change your mind, tell me anytime. It’s me, I’d be grateful if I had one more employee. After all, the salaries come from the head office, not ours, right?]

“As far as I know, yes.”

[OK. You can work leisurely, but if you work hard, the bonus will be reduced. Even if I look like this, one of the staff members is a person who takes good care of me. Isn’t that right, Tony?]

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Perhaps it is the sad reality of capitalism, where it has no choice but to succumb in front of money.”

Sasha Dragon nodded and handed over the last drop of alcohol from the glass, as well as a large piece of ice, to the inside of the spout.

[Then it was decided. For detailed work details or work manuals, please go in and talk. And finally, to the old woman, Nakamura-kun.

I may have looked like I’m kidding you, but it wasn’t a joke at all. It would be better not to think so easily about working here.]

At this point, I’m also getting goosebumps. How many times have you been telling this story?

It made me wonder if he was deliberately doing such a trick to hide the bar and his secrets and peculiarities.

Or is it that you’re looking down on me?

I am the person who came to this point through some kind of pit.

I was a human who had adapted to the world of cyberpunk games through countless difficulties as if forging steel.

How many hardships an ordinary 21st-century modern man has endured while surviving five months in a futuristic city of the 22nd century.

He said he was a chef, so he seems to think that he was an elite talent and would not have gone through such hardships, but he was very mistaken.

There is no such thing as a health kitchen for nothing. There is no other hell in the world like a kitchen.

Besides, the truth? You don’t even have to think about working in a restaurant that much.

How many villains have you met while working part-time at a convenience store and going to school on Line 1 in the previous world?

Combined with the mentality that was trained while living in Dusk City five minutes before the release, he was confident that he would endure no matter how extraordinary things happen.

“I have one thing to tell you.”

So, looking straight into the eyes of the dragon helmet, he opened his mouth.

“Sasha, you better prepare.”

[…] Nanno (what) ready?]

“I’m ready to rip off a bunch of bonuses. I’m going to work very hard, like crazy. As the president said, I’m a guy who can do anything well if I ask him to. You worry about a month in advance.”

I wondered if he was being too naive, but his mouth moved arbitrarily because he was drunk.

“The job experience period will be over in a month, and then you will be very anxious to accept me as a full-time employee. You do your job so well.”

[…] … .]

Silence passed for a while.