I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

I had a lot to say.

You mean just hitting the glass on the table and mixing it? If it feels so easy, why don’t you try it once?

Who am I in this difficult situation right now?

I’m trying to bend my pride for someone and ask someone for help.

You—not anyone else—are you doing this to provide the best service to your customers?

But does it make sense to keep coming out like this without any consideration or courtesy?

What you do and what you say… Why the hell are you taking drugs in such a way that pisses people off like that?

Thousands of such words ran through my mind. If you hit it, it will come out of your mouth at any moment.

But the words that came out of my mouth were completely different.

“Yes. You are definitely sorry.”

That’s when I first found out too. I know that when a person is properly angry, his expression turns cold and his voice calms down.

I’ve never been this angry before.

Even when he was a teenager, he did not lose his composure easily after his hair grew thick.

Because I have lived in a modern, civilized city for a long time rather than this savage future city, the fact that I didn’t have much to be angry about must have played a part.

It made me go crazy like that, so in a sense, I must say that Mr. Sherlock Holmes is amazing.

Perhaps not only because of that, but the stress accumulated and accumulated while living in Dusk City all at once exploded.

Either way, at that moment, I instantly felt that the string of reason in my head was torn.

It wasn’t to the point where it was cut off yet, but it was in a state before that.

“right? Also I was rude. There’s no way a guy like you can hand over his duties so easily to someone else! I’m sorry, Watson. Please forgive me for my mistakes. I underestimated you!”

it’s really the same There was no change in his attitude, even though he spoke with a hardened expression on his face as if it were purple.

Usually, it was one of those two cases. Either you don’t notice it, or you do it on purpose.

Who is the fat middle-aged detective?

He glanced at him and his mouth was smiling, but his eyes were calm without moving.

His eyes were clear and clearly watching me.

it was intentional You’re fighting on purpose.

He knew that his actions and words made me angry. knowing that it is

Exactly, that’s what I know. to see my reaction. try to test me

To what extent was it acting and to what extent was it real? Was it acting as a comical detective and self-introduction?

I dropped my gaze and looked at the cocktail glass on the table.

The liquor divided into several layers sparkles. It’s like looking at a work of art that can’t be broken.

The self-proclaimed Holmes would want me to put that on the table in a hurry. So it must have been that he was deliberately scratching my temper over and over again.

So, if I hit the glass here, it’s as if I’m completely playing in his grasp, doing what he wants.

A wise act is to make a rational judgment without being manipulated by others, and to call Sei as originally intended.

That’s natural.

Getting help from seniors for things I can’t do. Consistent with thorough ignorance of customer provocations.

A calm response was the best solution.

I knew it all too well, but for some reason I hated it.

I remember what Sasha Dragon said.

‘The facts. Do you know how many idiots come to our store?’

‘It would be better not to think so easily about working here.’

okay. admit it

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Maybe I was thinking too easily. It’s not just what you’ve done so far.

The customer I met from the first day was a human being who could not be satisfied with friendly service alone.

It is an existence that is fundamentally different from the customers of high-end restaurants you have seen before. An intentional, truthful act that will continue without limits unless a decision is made.

When dealing with a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, and a type that bites and droops like a hunting dog, you should treat them the same.

‘I was wondering if I would be able to adapt well because it seems like I’m being very polite and polite like an Asian? But no problem! Just good. Kono Mamede (just like this), just like this.’

Enthusiastic, like eating people… .

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My head was buzzing.

Is it possible that the drunken feeling that had subsided before opening with a little breeze comes up again?

Suddenly, my goal came to mind.

To somehow survive and survive in the f**king dog-like Dusk City.

living well too. living as a human being.

It was an extremely difficult goal. To achieve that goal, you should be able to do this easily.

“Looks like you want to see a lot of my serving.”

If you want, I’ll show you.

Only then will there be a conclusion.

He looked at the dog-like human in front of him, his oily face, and lifted his glass.

That alone shakes the three-tiered cocktail in danger.

He paused for a moment as he watched the harmony of black, amber, and white flutter.

The self-proclaimed Sherlock Holmes’ eyes were still serene.

Small, black eyes that are determined as if he said he wouldn’t be surprised no matter what I did here.

Would it still be in that state even if I sprinkled alcohol on my face or threw the whole glass away?

There was only one way to check.

drop.

I laid the ties of reason. Stop thinking rationally and just do what you can.

I completely forgot that the truth in front of me was a madman carrying a lot of high-tech weapons, and that it could be dangerous if I offended him.

so what do you say It is a city where it is difficult for normal people to survive. I, who has adapted to this place, may have already been half crazy.

A madman should be treated like a madman.

If you want to see my skills, just show them.

I just put my arm down.

He slams the glass in his hand and the cocktail on the table with all his might.

Bang–!!!!

A roar rang out.

* * *

I didn’t even think about power control.

It was a sledgehammer that focused only on hitting hard.

How good was the condition?

The force applied to the shoulder muscle while swinging one arm, the angle of the bent elbow, the pressure on the forearm… I could feel it all.

The moment when a shock was applied to the smooth glass in his hand is vivid.

The reaction force was transmitted to the entire arm. The heavy sensation was transmitted like a piercing electric current, and it was surprising that the glass did not break.

Is it because the table is covered with an elastic polyethylene material, or is it because the blade is wrapped around the bottom of the glass just before the crash?

Fortunately, the glass was fine, and my hands were wriggling with tingling in the rush of adrenaline.

And the cocktails… .

That’s what I had in mind as soon as it collided with the table top.

it will be overflowing It’s going to be a mess and it’ll all pour out.

I couldn’t tell unless I hit it myself. I intuitively saw the future.

🤩🤩🤩🤩

In front of my eyes, the liquid slowly spurted out like a hallucination.

Even though Sei sprayed powder coagulant several times to keep the intended shape in the glass without overflowing easily during cocktail making, there was no jaw.

The force of the blow was too strong to stop the alcohol from spewing out.

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More than half of the drink becomes water droplets due to its anti-elasticity like a spring bouncing, and it becomes a powerful stream of water and scatters in all directions.

It bounced so high that it was almost at the level of my eyes when I was standing there.

Oddly enough, my eyes were contorted, chasing all those clumps of alcohol flying around.

Synthetic brandy, artificial cacao liqueur, artificial cream.

On the nostrils, the strong scent of factory-made fruits, fragrant cacao, and the greasy texture of dairy products.

golden, black and white.

Three colored liquid compounds that are torn apart.

In the midst of a dizzying mix of sights all over the place, a switch in my head clicked and worked.

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My head keeps ringing My ears are full of tinnitus.

The senses become more sensitive amidst the stiff pain as if it had been overloaded.

time stretched out

Everything you see with your eyes and hear with your ears flows slowly.

Qaa

It is new to hear even the sound of simply hitting the table divided into several notes. Waves of sound brushed past his cheeks.

Then, electronica’s signature electronic synthesizer sound, which is cut to pieces, and an artificial melody flowing from the jukebox penetrate the brain along with slow lyrics to vomit.

There was a vacuum of sound for a moment, as the bones rumbled.

… … … .

… … .

… .

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Momentary worries.

Then the question came.

can i catch you

I asked while looking at the splashing liquor and the beautiful flapping of the wings of the leaping angel.

As if in response, part of the brain is activated.

Jiying-.

A sense that I didn’t even know existed before, but once I recognized it, it felt like it was there from the beginning.

As a monkey moves its tail, as a fish breathes with its gills, and as an ant receives the world through its antennae, it naturally drew water droplets.

An air current is created in the still air. The attractive force that draws people around stretches out the glass in his hand as the starting point.

There was blood on his temples, and his head felt like it was going to explode.

Whenever I stretched out my bloodshot eyes, the things that came to my mind rushed over as if grabbed by my hand.

Drops of water that rise and fall again settle in an indescribable trajectory.

Guided by an unknown force, I struggled to return to where I started.

It twists and turns as if trapped in a glass, giving off a dynamic appearance, then solidifies into a thick consistency as it was half-mixed and fluctuated.

A liquid structure in a glass wall that boasts an explosive visual as if a bomb exploded. The intense and violent appearance is pierced directly into the brain.

It was said that it was an unnatural harmony, chaos in the rest.

I hate to admit it, but he was right.

The accidental combination of materials of three colors by impact was an art in itself.

It is more beautiful than imperfect. Another work that was created by destroying the work.

Angel’s Wing, gradually getting brighter, broke the wings of the ascending angel, crushed them, and locked them in the glass.

That’s why he’s a Fallen Angel.

It is a cocktail that contains the image of an angel who fell with broken wings, and the twisted scream of heaven.

It was. Now, in my hand, there was a glass with the finished Fallen Angel.

The perfect cocktail, beat exactly as the recipe says. Cocktails made by myself.

it was remarkably successful.

I sat there idly, enjoying the fact for a moment.

A click—the switch turned off again.

He was thrown out of the realm of strange sensations and returned to reality.

“… … .”

It was like waking up from a dream.

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My head was no longer pounding, and my headache was largely gone. Only mental fatigue is felt.

It was then that my body started to recognize the sounds around me normally.

The sound of shock that my fists smashed as if they were about to smash the table, and the fast-vibrating synthwave electronic music.

and silence.

All of a sudden, I looked up and looked around, and everyone was looking at me.

From customers to bartenders, everyone at the bar called Dragon’s Rare.

That horribly awkward silence.

… okay. The sound was a bit loud. Everyone is surprised to look at it. I didn’t expect it to be this noisy either.

I am very shy and ashamed, but in times like these, I have to act naturally. As if nothing had happened, just an ordinary cocktail serving.

The finished glass was elegantly pushed with one hand and placed in front of the detective yangban.

His eyes were large and round, expressing a lot of surprise.

“Fallen Angel, it is completed as ordered. We hope you are satisfied.”

The self-proclaimed Sherlock Holmes couldn’t take his eyes off the cocktail that collapsed into dynamic form. He looks at the traces of the explosion in the glass as if possessed.

Around that time, the guests began to applaud, thinking that they all thought it was a kind of directing or service.

The bartenders, Tony and Say, were also clapping and looking at this side.

To be precise, the shape of the Fallen Angel I served, the distorted contents of the glass that was confused as to whether it was an angel or a demon.

But I didn’t have the spirit to respond to the applause of the crowd, nor the time to look at the bartenders’ eyes or the startled look of the detective.

because… .

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My hand hurt so much.

I didn’t know it before, but after the excitement subsides, I get a tingling sensation and a terrible pain so late that I think I’ve broken a bone in my hand.

I made that loud noise, wrapped my hand around the glass, and banged it hard against the table without mercy, so that’s good enough.

In effect, I was serving with my hand smashing down on the table, not the glass.

Tears well up in my eyes.

When it hurts so much, it’s hard to move around, but that’s exactly the situation.

Gently grasping the trembling hand with the other, he shrugged and headed towards the staff lounge.

“Wait a minute… .”

Seeing my crying expression on my face, Tony nodded with a frown on his face. Knowing it as a sign of permission, I opened the door to the break room and entered.

I felt like I needed to rest for a while and get some ice packs.