Players Invade Cyberpunk

Therefore, Arturo's resume from DMS doesn't offer him any advantage.

Just as he was feeling bewildered and saw no way forward, his roommate, the Mercenary, suddenly sent him a text message.

Pink explosive pigtail avatar: 'Hey, BOY, I heard from the neighbor that you're unemployed now, have you thought about what you plan to do? How about joining me for a job on the street, guaranteed you'll make it big.'

Arturo: "Alberta, stop kidding, I'm trying to figure something out right now, otherwise I'll have to roll out of that dorm room next month and fight homeless people for a spot under the bridge."

Alberta: "Hohoho... That can't happen, if you leave who will customize my braindance, and don't underestimate me, new job right, I've got a lead here, Horizon Corporation is hiring lately, you should give it a try."

"Horizon Corporation?"

The name has been ubiquitous in major media and papers recently, even Arturo couldn't miss it. It's been said that the company had a fierce clash with Huang Ban in the Watson District the other night, and won.

"But I heard they're not an arms dealer? What could a braindance tech like me do, they surely won't want me."

"Not necessarily, I heard my pal's friend's buddy's uncle went to apply, he said the company doesn't care what you used to do, as long as you meet the requirements, why not try, it's not like they're gonna rip out your kidneys."

After the events of a few days ago, Horizon Corporation left a decent reputation among the Mercenary circles and the lower-class citizens, most people had no dislike for this company.

That's why Alberta was quite willing for his friend to give it a try.

"Alright then."

Perhaps due to desperation, Arturo could only accept this gesture of goodwill from his friend.

He remembered the bar owned by the company was not too far from where they were.

Even though he was always a slacker at work, Arturo even forgot he was wearing saggy sportswear and hadn't prepared a resume.

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"I've equipped the latest biotech brainwave chip, daily rest requires only two hours to immediately enter work mode, the longest continuous work record is 74 hours, my modified fortified stomach only needs nutritional paste for sustenance, daily excretion is once and never exceeds 15 seconds..."

Listening to the well-dressed guy with glasses across from him self-promoting like he's selling a product, talking up his capability for enduring high-pressure work environments, Lin Miao couldn't help but think one word—speechless.

It felt like he'd gone back two hundred years, watching a slave owner on stage wielding a whip while marketing his slaves, showcasing how much exploitation they could endure.

He's here to find employees, not slaves.

"Alright."

Lin Miao stopped the man's words, directly cutting to the chase.

"Do you have records of addiction to substances?"

"Um... yes."

The glasses man was clearly taken aback for a moment, but didn't find it odd; in Night City, substance-related issues are somewhat common, given the astronomical need for mental relief under such high-pressure environments.

If you have money, you take drugs; can't afford drugs, you buy painkillers; if you can't buy painkillers, you go to the junkyard to pick up glue and sniff...

If you can afford it, indulge; if not, watch a braindance...

"If I require you to undergo mandatory detox from addictive substances after joining the company, and cease using braindances not provided by the company, do you have any objections?"

"This...."

The glasses man didn't know how to respond to this.

The other party didn't inquire about his work abilities but instead turned to substance use, a minor issue irrelevant in other companies. To him, it seemed quite inexplicable.

After he hesitated for three seconds without answering, Lin Miao directly said,

"Mr. Kolong, please go back and wait for my call, if there's any result, I'll notify you at the first instance."

To Lin Miao, he could tolerate most of your problems: skills unfamiliar can be practiced and mastered slowly, carelessness at work can be disciplined, poor mindset and personality can be trained.

There's only one exception, substance abuse and braindance addiction are unacceptable.

It's not that Lin Miao has some moral purism, but those who have taken drugs are unlikely to fully commit to work.

The nervous stimulation from drugs produces vast dopamine, providing pleasure thousands of times beyond regular sexual behavior. People who've experienced such joy find it difficult to derive happiness from normal life or entertainment, leading to inattentiveness at work, distractions in all they do, and over time, brain reward mechanisms degrade, nerves atrophy, making them feel the world dull, with only drugs bringing them joy.

Not wanting to work, study, or socialize, not wanting anything, with only thoughts of taking drugs, and seeking better ones.

Eventually becoming a waste.

The neighbor's Boeing has already physically shown what it costs to incorporate addicts into an enterprise system, planes dropping like rainfall.

And braindance, in some aspects, surpasses even drugs.

By connecting to the neural central system, those editors can let you experience anything you could never imagine.

And with incredible realism, incredible clarity.

Want to be a medieval king?

Sure.

Want to rise step by step smoothly to become a corporate CEO?

Sure.

Want to become an idolized Mercenary?

Sure.

Want to live a city boy's dream, surrounded by beauties, endless romantic encounters?