My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt

Bang—

The gunfire was somewhat hoarse, muffled in the rainy night.

John suspiciously tilted his ear to listen, and only after a moment did he put down the gun, wiping away the rainwater accumulating near his eye sockets.

The seawater had risen over the reefs and containers.

The sound of sirens came closer from afar.

Sakura Cross Street was still within the range of gang warfare, police cars and patrol drones shuttled through the neon and rain, seemingly mixed with some strange footsteps...

Something was indeed approaching.

[Mission Objective Updated]

[Connect to Prosthetic Eye Database. (Unachieved)]

John crouched down to examine the corpse.

Sato Kei was slightly swollen, his skin a mixture of red and purple, with eye sockets sunken inward projecting a faint red light.

Prosthetic eyes are often more than just two spheres.

They are more like a metal spike, embedded into the cranium, with a neural connection module made of countless contact points outside the database.

The mission required John to connect to the database.

Unlike larger devices, it had no "slots" designed on the surface, even pulling out the Black Light data cable left no hole to insert it.

Generally speaking:

To compile and access, one must either use an adapter device or prepare a set of professional equipment like a clinic's mainframe.

Unless...

John glanced at Sato Kei's neck.

There was a metal slot.

A small amount of blood crust oozed from the skin connection, with a layer of gunpowder burns on the soft metal surface.

The prosthetic eye was embedded in the skull.

The human body is actually a complete adapter system.

"Am I really going to hack a corpse?"

That sounded a bit horrifying.

John hesitated for a moment but still pulled out the data cable.

Black Light was his confidence to try.

He kept hypnotizing himself:

Every time he made an inhibitor chip, he needed to connect with remnants carrying biological data, so this fresh corpse in front of him was just a slightly larger "raw material."

[Data Connecting...]

A progress bar popped up in his field of vision.

John's mind flashed with many memories, including net monitors and Ironfoot Kelp, everyone who connected to Black Light died.

But it was his first time connecting to a dead person.

The data cable became slightly warm; a red exclamation mark appeared in his field of vision.

Biological information kept looping through error reports and detections, while the Black Light floated every time the progress bar stalled, until it forcefully passed some "barrier" and penetrated the prosthetic eye's firewall.

[Prosthetic Eye: Yaqi F48 (Experimental)]

[Log: Database (Hacked In)]

This prosthetic eye stored a large number of video files.

Through some built-in program, it captured and stored everything Sato saw.

Data streams flashed in John's pupils.

He already knew about Takeshi Fujimura's conspiracy, and was now watching the video content, observing—before Sato Kei's departure, he followed orders to check the implants of the Owl Town gang members.

It was practically a "product showcase."

Sato's prosthetic eye clearly recorded the performance and lethality of each new product.

It also documented their transformation into cyberpsychos.

From a black market perspective...

This was all valuable Super Sensing Chip material, which could be processed into illegal discs and sold to "uniquely interested" clients.

It was also evidence of the Owl Town gang manufacturing cyberpsychos.

"No wonder Fujimura Takeshi wants this stuff."

John muttered.

Clatter, clatter, clatter—

The rain curtain became urgent.

In the liquid slipping past his lips, John tasted sourness, then he tucked the excavated prosthetic eye into the leather biker jacket's inner lining.

He was planning to leave...

Bang, bang, bang.

Something was running on the containers, charging through obstacles like some kind of monster stimulated by blood.

[Mission Objective Updated]

[Escape the Pursuit. (Unachieved)]

John crouched before the words fully emerged.

Swish—

A Mantis Blade swept past horizontally.

John had already drawn Widow, shooting backward from under his arm, hearing a loud bang.

Flesh exploded in the heat and ammunition.

Very close.

He lowered his center of gravity, turned his body, and the Alloy Skeleton forcibly countered the recoil and fired a second shot.

Bang!

Only then could John clearly see the attacker.

He used to be a member of the Owl Town gang, likely Sato Kei's last follower in escape, and had also turned into a cyberpsycho.

The madman's prosthetic eyes were blood-red, soaked in fresh blood.

The Mantis Blade brought out two distinctly different streams of light, as if splitting a section in the silver-gray rain curtain.

John tried to grapple at close range but was deterred by the scorching prosthetic body, then seized his opponent's arm during a continuous dodge, attempting to break it or dismantle the whole arm.

Snap.

The madman's right arm twisted outward but didn't fall apart.

John frowned, dodging within the blade light, shaking his head, then the Alloy Skeleton powered up, punching repeatedly at the opponent's chest.

It was as if a hydraulic pile driver released a metal hammer, producing a "thump, thump, thump" of dull impacts.

John's attack target was very clear.

The madman had a charred area on his chest—Widow's compressed buckshot had blasted open his clothes and skin.

He fiercely swung his fists.

The attacker's chest caved in but didn't restrict his movements as it would a normal person, instead he twisted his joints, swinging the Mantis Blade with extreme speed.

The silver glimmer created a vacuum zone.

John broke free from the perilous close combat, taking the chance to properly observe the attacker's full appearance:

The opponent wore a suit with the Owl Town gang emblem, tactical sunglasses connected to an external communication device at his ear, his entire body smoking, occasionally bursting out one or two narrow electric arcs.

John wasn't idle, reloading Widow.