Not disturbing Gao Yuanyuan, Gao Gong voluntarily logged out of the Brain Disc.
For now, Gao Yuanyuan is busy, so she won't be bored enough to ss with my personality, like adding a 'sister complex' attribute or sothing.
Milf-chasing is the true path!
...
Red Leaf Street, two gangs are having a street war.
Ever since the chanic's descent, the Nightless City Council announced the issuance of three additional 'Peacekeeper' licenses, and the whole Outer City District went ballistic.
Street wars are happening non-stop.
Right now, in the small group Sister Ji pulled together, Sister Ji is recruiting people everywhere.
'@I Love Eating Buns, @I am a Big Muscle Dominator, @Red Flower Demon, @Plane, got a mission, bodyguard mission, co quick!'
'Sister Ji, no ti, I'm doing a gang mission.' Red Flower Demon chid in.
'Sa here, Sister Ji, been brawling every day lately, it's been a blast.'
Plane typed while snapping a selfie. His electronic mohawk was strikingly conspicuous, changing colors with his mood.
'You're doing those pointless modifications again.' Sister Ji jeered.
'Whether strong or not is a matter of the version, but looking cool is a lifeti affair. I'm planning to get a holographic projection of Lord Guan in a few days to celebrate successfully joining the Welfare Gang!' Plane
'Oh, you made the career shift successfully?'
'Not just , Little Muscle and Red Flower Demon also succeeded, now we're official Welfare Gang mbers.'
'You all joined the sa gang? Don't put all your eggs in one basket, young ones. How will you perform Internal Affairs later?' Sister Ji chastised.
'Hehe, Sister Ji, don't be mad. We did our research; most official gang mbers only get one driving talent and one fighting skill after a shift, plus a gang-exclusive prosthetic modification (which might not even be). But joining the Welfare Gang gives you an extra exclusive chanical art that boosts prosthetic efficiency by 7%. It might not seem much, but as the number of prosthetics increases, this skill's boost is comparable to 'Advanced Talent'.'
'Compared to other gang-exclusive modifications, this is the best bang for your buck.'
Sister Ji rolled her eyes endlessly.
'I don't care whether you're strong or not. Right now, what matters is soone needs to take my mission. You have ti to type, but not to help?'
'Sister Ji, he charged too fast while brawling with soone and got killed. Now he's waiting for a respawn,' Baozi sent a schadenfreude emoji.
'Damn it, Brother Bao, how did you know about this?'
'@I Love Eating Buns, he died but you didn't? Co be my muscle!' Sister Ji.
Baozi sent an awkward smile emoji.
'Sister Ji, they're busy, I'm busy too. Business has been booming these days; either gangs co to repair prosthetics or replace them. My basic maintenance is about full, and the boss taught
a second skill—'Prosthetic Maintenance'. I reckon soon I can shift to being a Prosthetic Doctor, by then, I'll give you all an 80% discount.'
'Show-off, such a blatant show-off! Drawing a curse circle on you!'
'Don't co to
for prosthetic maintenance in the future.'
'Dad! I was wrong!' Plane imdiately admitted defeat.
'@Sister Ji, I'll take this task, send
the address.' Hei Bing No. 2.
'Second Brother always cos through,' Sister Ji sent a thumbs-up emoji.
'...'
Eventually, Sister Ji recruited two new faces for the mission, one called 'Gold Miner', and the other 'Mr. Taichiro'. Both are high-end players above Level 6, just one step from career shifting.
Worth ntioning, their jobs are quite interesting; the forr works at a Nightless City landfill, dealing with human parts, sotis scoring so well-performing prosthetics. The latter is a 'dispatch worker', not yet shifted corporate worker, working at an organ trading company. His main task is collecting corpses to amass points for a career shift.
'@PP Boss, why haven't you shown up recently, you don't even fight anymore.'
Plane, bored after getting killed, looked around for soone to chat with.
'Don't ntion it, it's tax season. The company is pushing us hard every day, no ti to get out.'
'You're already working 007, how much more can you work?' Plane was confused.
'Naive, do you know about 'Brain Area Functional Developnt', 'Virtual Machine Developnt', or 'Thought Software Developnt'?'
'No clue but sounds aweso! What does it an?'
''Brain Area Functional Developnt' assigns different brain regions to different projects, one person doing the work of seven or eight.'
''Virtual Machine Developnt' is putting your mind in a virtual machine, where ti flows ten tis faster. Ten hours in there equals one hour in real life.'
'As for 'Thought Software Developnt', it's about removing all your emotions, transforming you into an auto-programming software so you can keep working and working and working…'
'Working eternally!'
PP Boss sent a photo where Pretty Sheep had dark circles, a bleak smile, looking ready to beco a wisp of smoke.
'Honestly, if it weren't for my love of being a Neural Editor and that these tasks provide enough experience, I would've suicided and switched accounts long ago.'
'PP, take care. If it gets too much, just idle,' Sister Ji advised with concern.
'No, Sister Ji, I can keep going. I must beco the first Neuro Transforr!'
'Got to go. My neighbor just jumped out the window, so I'm taking over his tasks.'
'Ti to apply for the 'Workaholic' personality chip.'
'...' Plane
'...' I Love Eating Buns
'...' Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella
'Oh, Brother Umbrella, you here?' Plane
'Brother Umbrella, what have you been up to lately?' Plane
'No need to ask. Definitely walking in the night, killing invisibly. Long night coming, from now I shall watch forever, until death ends. No wives, no lands, no sons. No crowns, no glory. Only loyalty and duty…' Plane
[Player 'Plane' has been muted for one hour]
'You talk too much.' Sister Ji
'But Brother Umbrella must indeed be on so high-end assassin mission,' Baozi agreed.
'Exactly, it's an assassin, the only high-class profession among players now—so cool, I'm envious!' Sister Ji.
'Sa here' Master of Fishing
'Sa here' Wandering Trojan
Two more small players chid in as the bigwigs in the group heaped praise on each other.
'...humbly undeserved'
Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella sighed softly; only in the player group could he regain lost dignity and shattered integrity.
At the mont, in a changing room
A middle-aged woman coldly reprimanded: "If you rank last again in the third roadshow, I regret to inform you, you will beco an eliminated assassin group."
After the woman slamd the door and left, a gender-ambiguous manager sashayed over, giggling, "Boys, don't be disheartened. As long as we boost the ratings of this talent show, they won't dare touch us."
"Sister Jiaojiao, do you have a plan?" a group mber asked excitedly.
"We go the sexy route!"
When thongs, masks, whips, and bondage gear appeared in front of him, Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella quickly understood what 'going the sexy route' ant.
...
Mother City, Deep Net.
A world cloaked in electricity and data streams.
Bionic n, AIs, Data Bodies—various forms of data life appeared fully integrated into the Cyber Space.
Amid the data waves, a voluptuous figure erged, crimson hair, tight leather, and srizing eyes.
Sister Rose moved through the corporate stream, her figure flickering with the migration of big data.
Though it was another assassin task, when Sister Rose made a move, it had to be big.
Her target, the head of the Ghost in the Shell Mobile Division among the six core departnts of Mother City, known as the enemy of the Giant Corporation, Aramaki.
A Level 60 main AI.
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