Chapter 463 - 435: Brain Demon (Part 8)

Jostar had never fired a gun so powerful in his life.

The Sadara bullet was discharged not with a "bang" but with a "boom"!

The ground shook noticeably, the entire floor sinking downwards!

Upon closer inspection—it wasn’t the gun that did it!

The bullet veered off sharply, blasting apart a pipe and relay on the wall!

Three members of the Brain Demon Gang, two startled, the leading woman reacted extremely fast, steadying herself and instantly firing a shot at Jostar’s chest!

The bullet struck his half-synthetic, half-metal chest, sparking wildly, but Jostar was completely unfazed by pain, grabbing up some gravel from the ground and hurling it!

Bang!

The two dazed men were hit by the stones, their heads emitting a dull thud, slightly dented, not knowing what material their heads were made of.

Jostar dodged behind the access pod, while Sophie aimed her gun at that pod, ceaselessly firing—

"Two useless fools... good for nothing but a bit of brains...do you hear me!"

Raymond and Elio, hiding behind the access pod, shuddered.

But Jostar didn’t stop reloading his gun—

The pistol this girl used was of average power, the worst it could do to his chest was create a hole.

His prosthetics endowed him with mediocre flexibility and strength, but what’s the most basic function of a full-body prosthetic?

To take a beating!

That shot just now, would have punctured a lung if it hit a normal person.

On him, it merely caused a bit of oil leakage, a slight jam in his left hand, and nothing more.

Sophie kept firing continuously while steadily closing in, a very seasoned move, but she was actually quite scared:

A Sadara Technology Shotgun could cause a massive wound, and even though her body was a full-body prosthetic, a shot like that could reduce her functions by sixty to seventy percent, and with bad luck, could downright be the end of her.

So it seemed as though Sophie was dominating the reloading window, imposing suppression, but...

The scale of victory had already tipped, and the victor was him!

"Lame-ass Brain Demon Gang, the one killing you is Vortex Gang’s Jostar!"

Jostar loaded his bullets, prepared to leap from cover in a surprise move!

Sophie hadn’t anticipated this madman leaping from cover; the gun followed Jostar, but the bullets merely grazed past his leg...

Yet as Jostar flew mid-air, the energy-storing barrel didn’t fire at the moment he expected!

He had no Si Anweisitan, yet it felt like the world had slowed: he was plummeting, and the barrel had already powered up!

[Warning! Prosthetic System locked!]

[Warning! Abnormal electric current in the motor!]

[Power output decreased; stability risk; system reset; reset failed...]

Hisss—

Bang!

Jostar crashed to the ground, his hand scraped, the shotgun fired, and the pellets instantly pierced through the nearby access pod, releasing a rush of liquid which drenched Jostar completely.

Sophie breathed a sigh of relief, reloaded her magazine, and looked towards her two companions behind cover.

"Not bad this time—I hear Vortex Gang uses a self-developed full-body prosthetic system?"

"Haha." Elio’s brow was cracked by the stone, leaking a little blood, "Indeed an unseen system, as simple as... the kind used in old-fashioned toilet robots."

Over centuries of prosthetic development, prosthetic systems have become complex and diverse.

After a global internet collapse, data loss, and several global corporate wars...

People had lost the ability to build many pieces of hardware and software from scratch—

Therefore, the system Jostar used, built from scratch, was undoubtedly an oddity.

Those who knew their stuff understood it was rare; those who didn’t thought it was a feature-deficient junk system.

"Stupid Vortex Gang." Sophie walked up to Jostar, "It’s Brain Demon Gang who will kill you—I thought whoever snuck in was impressive, but you’re just trash too."

Hisss—

Maybe it was Jostar’s shots that exploded things that shouldn’t have been exploded but the entire machine room started flickering.

Sophie frowned, "Elio, Raymond! Go check the mainframe, prepare to move."

"Leave it to us."

The two men stood up and walked toward the room with the corner camera.

Sophie stayed behind to deal with Jostar.

"Shit, shit, shit—your mother—wimp, have some guts—"

"Huh?" Sophie pressed the shotgun against Jostar’s face, "What? Not convinced? The skinny one before was one of yours, right? And it was your guys who got chased half to death on the street by Mox, right? And now, being held at gunpoint...

is your guys as well, right? Vortex Gang, I think it should be called the Flush Toilet Gang."

"Sophie!" Two voices from the Brain Demon Gang called from the end, "The situation seems a bit complicated..."

"Then hurry up and fix it!" Sophie shouted back, crouching down, her arm dangling in front of Jostar, "Look at these, this is real modding, understand?"

It was a perfectly curved arm.

Black synthetic material replaced what would have been muscle, outlining curves only bodybuilders could possibly have, hiding all components beneath the flesh.

Suddenly, Jostar felt dazed:

The rich playboy who had stolen his ex-girlfriend also had an arm like this.

High-grade synthetic muscle, expensive surface composite material, curves personally designed by a top designer, pure high-grade natural wood from the Nordic primal forests...

A full-body prosthetic was the ultimate dream for modders, but the Brain Demon Gang’s were even better than his.

He thought he had escaped that sense of powerlessness, but this time, this very time, he was once again outmatched:

His prosthetics weren’t as good as the other’s, his gang leader DoomDoom who had looked out for him had not survived, his pride in the gang was trampled underfoot, and his mother might even be locked up here...

Everything was just as it had been when he was still an ordinary person.

No money, no strength, naïvely dreaming of buying someone else’s cheaper love, but the root cause...

was still his own problem.

And this time, he was even about to lose his own life.

But... he didn’t want to lose!

He didn’t want to become that pathetic creature kicked away again, didn’t want to revert to the fool without even the right to be loved, didn’t want to wander in this prosperous city with nothing, didn’t want to be like this...

Stepped on!

"Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!"

The lighting seemed intimidated by Jostar’s scream, flickering even faster!

Jostar’s prosthetic eye flashed crazily, his four limbs trembled violently, but the software lock made it impossible for any of his rage to transfer power normally to his prosthetics!

Feeling this futile strength, Sophie taunted with a smile, leaning down to press her shotgun on Jostar’s already weak head.

The metal casing should have prevented Jostar from feeling the cold floor.

But he felt like he really sensed that feeling again.

"New era, new technology, how stupid does one have to be to drive themselves mad? If you’re out here, you’ve got to be strategic... Goodbye, you poor fool."

"Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!"

Bang!

Suddenly, all the lights stopped, and the surrounding access pods burst into exaggerated electric arcs, fiercely sweeping across Sophie, the powerful electromagnetic force even producing a nearly collision-like effect throwing her out!

Hydraulic control systems failed, glasses shattered under intense pressure, liquids violently erupted—

Whoosh!

Everything plunged into darkness.

Not only Sophie was blown away by the electric arcs, or rather, the situation was worst for those two from the Brain Demon Gang who went to repair.

Jostar’s head was grazed by a bullet, it didn’t penetrate his head, but struck him hard.

In a daze, he seemed to hear his mother calling his name—

He had almost forgotten his real name wasn’t Jostar.

"Yoshida, see if this basketball chip fits your system. Mom made some tips passing dishes today..."

"You’ll like it."