My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt

There were more lunatics chasing, shooting, and slashing.

They fell under gunfire, twitched, and then crawled back up, driven by some inhuman force inside their burning bodies.

The powerful engineering ligaments and high-explosive implants allowed them to leap several meters even in the knee-deep water.

The motorcycle's rear-view mirror was flashing.

John tilted his head and saw a grenade incoming.

He slammed on the brakes, tilting his motorcycle to the ground, dragging out a long spark on the surface.

The air became stagnant.

Every raindrop was clearly visible through the gray filter.

Two assassins activated Sianweistan and closed in, the samurai swords in their hands turned into overlapping afterimages.

John's cybernetic eye flickered, he too activated Sianweistan, and regained action in a world slowed down by several times.

He supported himself with one hand to dodge the blow, left the motorcycle seat, and avoided bullets at a dangerously close distance.

Time-stopping devices also have varying quality.

These cyber lunatics are built with prosthetic bodies without considering compatibility and stability, and now, some of them are shaking out afterimages as if infected by a virus.

The two blade-wielders encircled John.

Utilizing the advantages of his Fighting Chip and muscle bundles, he executed a series of high-difficulty evasions, finally flipping up and using inertia to pull one leg back before suddenly exerting force.

[Chip: Brazilian War Dance]

Bam.

The collision sounded incredibly dull.

The warrior in a shirt got kicked in the cheek, the cheekbone immediately caved in, and the whole person rapidly fell towards the canal.

Swoosh—

After John landed from his flying kick, he crouched, dodging the blade's edge, then charged forward, grabbing another's head, and continuously smashed it against his knee.

Time resumed its normal flow.

Rainwater reunited, spreading and splattering along with blood all around.

Squeak, bam.

The glaive slid far away and hit the wall, at the same time stopping, along with two cyber lunatics falling into the surging canal.

All those battles were compressed into a blink of an eye.

A slight heat spread from John's spine, suggesting multiple uses in a short period had reached a critical point.

But based on past experience:

The prosthetic body can be used one more time before it cools down, at the cost of agitating Black Light, which would require taking a Special Inhibitor afterward.

John panted, his hands and feet never stopping, pulling out a rifle named [Nova].

Fine explosions erupted around him.

He shot in a standard marching stance.

Rainwater slid over the silver gun body, shaking off with the firing tremor, the non-slip grip felt excellent, the electronic high-end sights connected to the cybernetic eye marked red outlines in the dim light.

[Module: Advanced Penetration, Incendiary Ammunition]

John rarely used bullets with "additional effects."

Several lunatics at close range were hit.

Flames immediately burst from the wounded areas, the prosthetic body's connectors sparking with arcs and thick smoke.

John kept shooting as he walked forward.

He tossed the rifle aside after emptying the bullets and switched to a submachine gun—its magnetic reload was extremely convenient.

Fire tongues pierced through smoke and mist.

John and the pursuers swapped roles.

The armed lunatics seemed frantic, roaring in the rain, with implants continuing to malfunction, side panels on their arms popped open, revealing ammunition launcher holes.

The next second, smart bullets swarmed in like a bee colony, exploding mid-flight.

At the moment John stopped his steps...

The Mantis Blade and Samurai Sword simultaneously sliced through the smoke.