Players Invade Cyberpunk

"I was born in the slums of Chiba City, it’s another Night City, very poor, and my life with my mother was also very tough."

Zhuchun withdrew the sword again; this time he wouldn’t hold back.

"It was Huang Ban who brought me out of that place, gave me the life I have now. To me, the future in San Lang’s eyes is my future. San Lang brings order to countless places, while you are blinded by hate."

He acknowledged the Natural Curl’s fighting spirit but did not expect the other party to start spraying insults.

"A thing like a dog, is it worthy of talking to me about the future here? Stop deceiving yourself with all this high-sounding talk."

Chiba

Of course, Natural Curl knew about the Chiba incident.

He looked at Zhuchun Wulang with sarcasm.

"If you’re going to be a dog, then just be a dog, why embellish yourself with such gold on your face?"

His figure flickered, the golden blood lingering in the air almost transformed into flowing light particles, colliding with Zhuchun.

With only his right hand remaining, Natural Curl’s swordsmanship became even fiercer, as if he had become a different person.

He swung his sword with his right hand in a fierce chop, swallowing the mountains and rivers, forcing Zhuchun back for the first time.

At this moment, Natural Curl seemed to see a scene he would never forget from his childhood, the one his great-grandfather spoke of—the one-armed god of war wielding a sword in blood battles on Taihang Mountain.

That’s why he had been pushing Natural Curl to follow his grandfather in learning the sword since he was young.

"Your future? Your life?"

"When you say that, have you ever thought about how many poor people like your mother live in Chiba slums?"

"How many of them are forced to eat without food, without a roof over their heads, because of the Huang Ban Corporation!"

"Here you are, talking high and mighty! A henchman speaking of ideals and futures, you just can’t let go of the wealth and prosperity you gained by being a dog for Huang Ban San Lang!"

Every time Natural Curl swung his sword, he turned his exoskeleton to full power, each attack drained every last drop of potential, constantly challenging the peak of limits.

Their battle went from outside the fishery to inside, leaving a trail of destruction, countless foot-deep sword marks.

Boom!

Yet another strike.

Zhuchun’s hand was trembling.

But more than the force of the opponent’s sword, the words the opponent spoke stabbed into Zhuchun’s heart first.

"Let me tell you, you foolish samurai."

Natural Curl still doesn’t know Zhuchun’s name, but it doesn’t stop him from roaring in fury while slashing.

For the first time, he had such high emotions in battle, like a tsunami bursting forth from a dam.

"It’s your foolish loyalty that gives people like Huang Ban San Lang the guts to take repeated risks! Time and time again, stubbornly ignoring lessons!"

"You!"

"It’s you!"

"Made your whole family unable to afford food, had no choice but to sell your son to Huang Ban!"

"You personally killed your pauper mother! Killed yourself!"

Boom!

Zhuchun’s heart was in turmoil like the roaring sea.

Did he really not know about these things?

Humans are very good at self-deception; as long as they keep their heads down, they can pretend not to know anything.

But when someone exposes it and is forced to face reality, they become angry and ashamed.

"Shut up! You outsider know nothing!"

Zhuchun finally spoke.

But his heart was in chaos.

The sword followed suit and became chaotic.

The sword in Natural Curl’s hand flowed like the Milky Way, caught a fleeting flaw, and the tip pierced through Zhuchun’s tight web of swords, clashing on the hilt. Zhuchun felt a violent vibration from the sword hilt, and he couldn’t grip it.

The long sword slipped from his hand, and Zhuchun was thrown off balance by the force, rolling away to create distance and avoid being cut down.

He knelt on both knees, both hands trembled uncontrollably like they had lost strength from the previous collision.

Zhuchun looked at his hands, his mind full of piles of garbage by the river in Chiba City and the family trying to survive among them.

What it was like seventy years ago is what it remains seventy years later.

Even more people now.

Huang Ban is the instigator, so is Zhuchun an accomplice.

The previously steadfast belief shattered like a dreamy mirage, the excuses disappeared, leaving only the naked and bloody interests.

The so-called loyalty and honor of the samurai.

Were merely excuses for samurai to enjoy wealth and fortune by staying close to the family head.

Natural Curl walked forward step by step, stopping in front of Zhuchun’s samurai sword, lifting his foot and kicking the hilt hard.

The sword was kicked straight to Zhuchun.

Through the shiny blade, Zhuchun saw his own face, so haggard.

"Pick it up."

Natural Curl coldly watched Zhuchun.

"I know I can’t kill you, but as long as I have one breath left, don’t think you can pass through me."

"....."

Here, Zhuchun could even hear the fierce firefight noises inside the fishery. It wouldn’t have taken more than five seconds to rush over.

Yet, the person in front of him stood like an insurmountable chasm blocking the way.

Even though he hadn’t been injured until now, while the opponent had already sustained countless wounds, almost bleeding dry.

But that unwavering silhouette, unyielding will, let Zhuchun know.

He couldn’t save Huang Ban San Lang today, and the troops from Kujira haven’t arrived yet for some unknown reason.

Still, Zhuchun gripped the hilt, stood up from the ground.

"Maybe you’re right, I’m not fit to be a samurai, just a loyal dog raised by San Lang."

"But San Lang gave me everything I wanted, and in return, I can only give my life to him."

The two faced each other again, swords raised, and in an instant, sword light appeared.

But the battle in the fishery gradually quieted down.

Huang Ban’s ninjas thought it was really a European invasion, yet never expected their attacker to be Huang Ban Lai Xuan.

ICE vulnerabilities found in advance, guards on the side suddenly backstabbed in the fishery.

Also, a Cybertronian so strong it defies logic, even claiming to be the head of counterintelligence, rising to kill wildly suddenly after approaching.

Faced with this meticulously prepared assassination action, they were like beasts exposed in a Hunter’s trap, doomed to die despite their strength.