Cyberpunk Patriarch

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In the next instant, Arthur activated the skill the system had just granted him earlier that day. The entire room seemed to transform as an air of birdsong and blooming flowers inexplicably filled the space.

Arthur's sudden transformation into what could only be described as a human telegraph machine left Rock dumbfounded.

For the first time, Rock realized that cursing could transcend crude vulgarity and become an art form—perhaps even reach the philosophical heights of what people from the Dragon Kingdom called the "realm of Tao."

Compared to Arthur's mastery of profane eloquence, the attempts by residents of Night City seemed laughably immature. It was as if those in Night City had only just begun scratching the surface of shamelessness, lacking even the fundamental tools for such an endeavor.

When Arthur's litany of curses ended, he punctuated it with a resounding slap across Michael's face.

Arthur, still riding the adrenaline of his outrage, scowled. Just moments ago, he had been determined to take his fate into his own hands, only for this obnoxious excuse for a man to strike him down metaphorically—and literally—with a cavalier attitude and appalling actions.

But what made Arthur's blood boil more was Michael's side project: engineering cockroaches into palm-sized monstrosities. It was just another testament to the man's depravity.

"People like you are so vile," Arthur spat, "even Satan would have to make room for you in hell because you're too evil for him to handle."