I fell into the world of cyberpunk games chapter 1

I fell into the world of a cyberpunk game I watched lightly half a year ago.

Literally light I’m not a fan of this game, and I can’t remember the strategy.

Besides, it’s naked. Nanomachines in the body, cyberware, biometric IDs that everyone here has… I don’t have anything.

In a dark future city with a dystopian worldview, he is an illegal resident of the lowest class with nowhere to go and nothing he can do.

I’m f**ked.

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And half a year has passed. Not exactly half a year, but about five months.

It was five months, but it was a very hellish time that felt like five years.

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Many things happened.

Having endured so many ups and downs, I added a bit of exaggeration, and now, here, the worldview of cyberpunk games, a megalopolis of the Americas—a metropolis full of chrome and neon, drones and robots—Dusk City feels familiar like home.

It started with suddenly falling into the middle of a street full of neon signs while taking a shower while humming lululala in the bathroom at home.

After the research center was blown up due to a dispute between companies, he managed to escape and survive.

However, he only saved his life, but he did not have a proper identity, no money, and no ability to stand on his own. Please help me!’ I even tried to shout

Fortunately, I was lucky enough to get into a company under the high-ranking president and work while rolling like a dog, and then somehow I came to this place… .

When I look back on the past like this, it makes me sad again.

What did I do wrong to have to fall in the middle of this damn city?

Of course, I liked cyberpunk.

The forest of huge skyscrapers, the media façades filling the walls, the monorail passing through the city center and the signboard full of oriental engravings below it… .

Cyberspace encompassing both cyborgs and androids, machines and humans, a system of surveillance and control that coexists in vastness and freedom.

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Megacorp overlooking everything and a small pub in a slum. A decadent arcade game room filled with purple and blue light.

All of this in one genre. It’s romantic in itself, how could you not like it?

But it wasn’t to the point where I wanted to be a part of it myself.

It is said that anything is beautiful when viewed from a distance, and cyberpunk was also most beautiful when enjoyed only as a game.

Just because technology and science have advanced doesn’t mean it’s good. At least here, there are many, many times more bad than good.

Even in Korea in the 21st century, not the Dusk City of 2107, where I am now, the plight of illegal immigrants without their resident registration card was truly bleak.

An unidentified person from a past world, in this insanely controlled society where every citizen’s biometric ID is stored in a database, tracked and monitored through the nanomachines inside the body, and every job and entire society is under Megacorp’s grasp. What is the situation of illegal immigrants?

In a word, terrible.

Although he somehow managed to find a job and a fake identity by beating the president, it does not change that he is in a position of fear that he will be detected whenever drones, city polis, or corporate android soldiers pass by.

And it doesn’t end there. It is not just a problem that only I am experiencing, but a fundamental problem of this city and the world itself.

Cyberpunk is a world where it is difficult for people to make a living. It’s not harsh, it really is. It’s not just hard, it’s f**king hard.

Like a gloomy and twisted punk society, gangs run rampant—the police who have to stop it are corrupted, life is tough due to the tyranny and extortion of the companies that dominate the city, and environmental pollution has reached the level of world doom.

People have lost hope and are addicted to real drugs and virtual electronic drugs.

Hundreds of people take their own lives every day, but companies don’t even care.

Because it has reached a level of technology sufficient to replace the meager human labor force.

Even if hundreds of people die, thousands of workers migrate to the city of freedom and openness with unrealized fantasies.

In a world where human life is less than that of a fly, it is a city where people die more easily than a fly. A dystopia is not a dystopia for nothing.

How did you get out of this world?

Korea in the 21st century, which was so cursed, was very, very, very heavenly compared to this place. If you stop, it will be paradise on earth.

I don’t know how many times I cried because I missed the old world.

There are so many games that I have enjoyed playing, why the hell did I have to fall into a f**king cyberpunk game?

If God exists, I feel like I want to hold on to it and argue.

Of course, I’m glad I didn’t get caught in a game that fights demons in hell, a game that hunts monsters in the Middle Ages, or a horror game that is chased by aliens… .

Even if it’s not a game with such a terrible worldview, it’s a dating simulation game, or a game set in a fantasy academy, according to the clichés of modern web novels.

There are plenty of good and happy materials. I’m not a masochist, and I don’t always play games in a dark world.

Yes, let’s say the world view is like that. I can understand.

I have no idea why I had to fall into the game world in the first place, but if I had to go into the game world anyway, cyberpunk is better than a medieval setting, a hellish setting, or a horror game setting. If it’s Safeng, it’s probably a flat hit.

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Maybe the problem wasn’t the worldview. Because the world is so polarized, the life of the lower class is a life of livestock, which is not like a human being, but the life of the upper class is truly a luxurious life that fully enjoys the benefits of technology.

In the end, the reason the world looks so f**king crazy to me is because I’m not the upper class, but the lower class.

I am not able to fully adapt to this society because of my lack of ability. damn this

But is that my fault?

Still, in modern times, he was a promising college student who went to a school where anyone would nod his head by name. Even if it wasn’t the upper class, it was said that he was in a position to be middle class.

As the world we live in has changed, the class has changed and our abilities have also changed.

The things I studied had no meaning whatsoever, and I was left alone with nothing to do.

All the problems, I think, are because I came into this world as a normal, petty citizen.

Of course, if it’s completely normal, it’s not like that, but let’s talk about that later.

In the end, what is the point of my words, is that it is unfair.

If only he gave me the Munchkin-like ability to take a gun and cut everything like the main character in the novel. If only he had come out when his status screen called for a hoarse breath.

Or, according to the popular meta these days, if you came in as a character in the game.

Wouldn’t it have been nice if you had entered the game as my character who had taken the ending and half-conquered the city? The customization was well done, and the gun, knife, and hacking were all leveled up to a standard level.

Either that or give me a warning. Then I would have memorized everything like game strategy and hidden pieces from the internet in advance.

If I were a person who knew all the information in the game, I would have been able to eat an upper-class seat as easily as a cake.

There must be many such dead people, but why was it that I was drawn to the ordinary me who left these people alone and watched the ending after playing lightly for about ten hours?

just what… It was a year full of such complaints. As I have been living so heavily, almost half a year has passed.

I hate to admit it, but I have adapted to this city. I’m somewhat used to it now.

Hologram advertisements illuminating the billboards embroidering buildings, drones and air vehicles flying through the city at night.

Flashing neon signs and Japanese and Chinese signs, mechanized soldiers and gang members spying around.

Even the taste of the disgustingly disgusting bugs, soybean meat and sponge-chewing seaweed bread.

It was now a part of my life. As I said before, I’ve gotten used to it like my hometown. It’s a second hometown I’d like to leave.

If there’s one thing I’ve come to realize as I’ve been running around like that, it’s that after all, this is also a place where people live.

And although I am a small citizen and have no special abilities, I do not want to die like this.

This is the conclusion I reached after contemplating suicide over and over again.

I still had the will to live. I had to live. wanted to live I also wanted to live well.

It can’t end like this, the life of an ordinary, horrific, lower-class man who drowned in drugs and withered alive while chewing soybean burgers and fried worms.

If I could be the upper class, I would be the upper class, and if I could leave this horrible city, I would. If I could somehow return to the world I used to live in, it would be an added bonus.

I will live with my dignity as a human being, and thus die like a human. I will not be left to live as a bottomless, hopeless slave, never.

… And to do that, you have to go to work today.

As a foreign worker, he became a slave to a company and had to work hard.

f**k you, what a f**king cyberpunk world.