Players Invade Cyberpunk

"Got it~ Got it~ We’ll make sure to pass the word~" Natural Curl spoke weakly, having been worked to the bone by Mantou for two days, looking miserable.

But it wasn’t all for nothing; Mantou had helped reforge the body of his Mantis Blade, crafting a handy close-combat longsword, giving him a slight recovery.

However, as the first players to officially interact with neutral NPCs, the intelligence level of these NPCs was shockingly eye-opening for the two.

Compared to them, GPT seemed like a little kid struggling to speak properly. The interface in front of them and some obvious game-like sensory filters were the only things keeping them from believing these were real people.

The two, skeptical at heart, even tentatively used words like NPC and player as pronouns in front of Mitch and the others, but Mitch and the others had no reaction, continuing conversationally.

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Yet, unbeknownst to both, what they said might not necessarily be what they were thinking.

After all, all information humans receive from the outside world comes from the five senses, as electrical signals collected by organs. If Lin Miao could manipulate their vision and R18 perception filters, why would he leave hearing and speech unchecked?

It’s just like when you curse and it’s harmonized by unspeakable ancient gods to ’****’ or muted to ’beep—’.

After helping a few people load the prototype into the car, and watching Natural Curl drive away, Sol then turned to look at Mitch.

"This thing reminds me of the ’Punk Nuisance’ those gangs used to mess around with and the mishmash stuff from the Vortex Gang. Mitch, what do you think?"