Players Invade Cyberpunk

Aside from the runaway Super Balloon Trio, a few other players were busy in the bar.

Like the hacker player Youzi Chef, who is always pestering Hu Lang and her team.

"You've all been to the Old Net? What does it look like, does everyone look as ugly as the Sea God? Will the stray AI give everyone in the village a white silk Enchanting Demon after they conquer Earth? With their skills, giving out a demon shouldn't be hard, right?"

"I'm not picky. Just give me a Fang Nai with a Xiaochun. If you have to give me more, I wouldn't mind making it my father-in-law…"

Hu Lang lay in front of the bar table, continually stirring her drink with a straw, her pupils swirling with the liquid. She answered weakly,

"Taking without asking, huh? I don't know about any Demons, but I do know they'll kill you the first time they see you."

A batch of new hackers went, and they weren't far before a bunch of software blew them up. Only Hu Lang and Pandora survived.

Software jumping up to blow up programmers, how could I dream of such a thing?

In reality, that would truly be 'following the internet cable to smash you'.

"That's a real shame."

Youzi Chef smacked his lips, his tone regrettable yet carrying a hint of excitement.

Hu Lang sensed something was off, suspiciously eyeing this wannabe otaku.

"What are you up to?"

Youzi Chef leaned in, whispering,

"You know, could we capture a few AIs back as an idol group? AI + singing and dancing, does it have potential?"

"....."

What a dumb otaku cat.

Hu Lang cursed in her heart.

After all, the birth of AI in the game was a mystery, a unique lifeform born from countless data streams clashing. Companies worldwide wish they could repurpose the Old Net's AI.

Either weaponize them or use them in server rooms to handle data, even possibly control orbital weapons on satellites.

You could say they're used in crucial places, good steel on the knife's edge.

But this otaku idiot thinks about how to turn AI into pretty girls to sing and dance on stage.

Really beyond saving.

"Can't you just program, model, and choreograph something like that yourself, cat? It's not like you don't know how to make MMD."

"It's not the same!"

Youzi Chef raised his voice slightly, attracting glances from many in the bar, then shrank back, forcefully whispering,

"That kind of dancing and idols have no soul, you understand soul? Like an omelet rice without a maid girl's heart, or pre-made dishes from a factory line, things without soul are meaningless."

"Uh…."

Hu Lang held her head, directly pointing to A2 and B2, who were chatting over plain water at the bar's other side,

"Why don't you just ask them to be idols, or find some girl NPCs on the street for makeovers according to your ideas? Anyway, customizing appearances in the game is so easy, getting your white silk Enchanting Demon isn't impossible, cat."

"It's not the same!"

Youzi Chef repeated, wanting to explain how it was different but couldn't articulate.

In short, real-world women just aren't the same.

Seeing he couldn't convince Hu Lang, he shrugged and left.

"Ah, I can't talk with you 3D people. Once the Old Net opens, we'll find a way to catch some AI for training."

"It's not like I asked AI to draw big-breasted black silk fujoshi furry tomboy porn for me."

If other hackers heard Youzi Chef say this, they'd definitely think he's a lunatic.

Is AI like carrots planted in your backyard?

Just pull them out whenever you feel like it?

But in the players' eyes, so-called stray AI is just a bunch of extremely difficult-to-capture wild bosses.

There's always a chance.

Besides, no one said AI, while working, couldn't spare some computing power to dance and sing.

Balancing work and play, that's efficient.

As for whether singing and dancing or work is the entertainment for AI, that's beyond Youzi Chef's concern.

What?

You actually say AI doesn't like to dance? (Locks and loads)

Elsewhere, nibbling on white water, the Jiye Team's duo continued chatting on and off with two maids who finally shed their mechs.

The two maids, though not well-versed or well-read, weren't fools either.

Amidst the bustling players, mercenaries, and corporate drones going in and out of the bar, they could easily spot that distinctive, relaxed vibe around the players.

These two dashing mercenaries who mingled closely with the players didn't carry the same aura at all.

And the players didn't shy away from talking about Nina and her sister, revealing that A2 and the others were revived corpses saved from a garbage dump.

Apart from empathy and some shared feelings, because if not for the players' help, their own fate wouldn't have been much better. Hence, they admired A2, who fought alongside the players.

Nina held a tray near 2B, her eyes sparkling as she listened to how they caught that Huang Ban agent that night.

"You actually beat a Huang Ban agent. I heard those mercenaries say those people are so good they disappear into crowds."

Due to having a Sixth Street Gang dad and being captured by the Tiger Claw gang, the two girls weren't fond of Huang Ban either, who also represented neon culture.

B2 smiled. With an eyepatch on, her smile was mysteriously gentle.

"It was just a fluke. If they'd been a bit more careful, we wouldn't have caught them."

Masking as anyone but a player, wandering in the crowd like a giant light bulb, isn't that asking for death?