Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1186 - 385: Copying Answers Won’t Get You Good Grades

Natural Curl is really not interested in tasks or anything like that.He just wants to slack off now.

Teaching those kids martial arts during the day is exhausting enough, and then having to fight and kill at night — aren’t you tired?

In his own words

"I’ve been fighting for so long, can’t I just enjoy myself a little?"

"Play the music!"

"Dance on!"

He’s living the most carefree days among all the players, spending every day drunk at maid cafes, bars, pachinko parlors, and magazine offices on Japan Street.

He’s just a bit poor, given that he neither owns a business nor has a job, and now that the gangs in the city are gone, he can only occasionally do odd jobs at the Horizon Hall to get by.

But his good days are destined to be short-lived.

Whoosh!

Wagako’s pachinko shop’s roller door was pulled down, and all the pachinko machines were taken out and placed into a truck, as if they were going to be moved somewhere else.

Wagako herself stood by the truck, seemingly talking to the driver about something.

Natural Curl hurried over and anxiously asked

"Hey! Wagako Granny, what’s going on? The shop was doing fine, why is it closed all of a sudden? I’m still waiting to win back the money I lost yesterday! I feel super lucky today!"

Of course, Wagako recognized Silver Hair; he was a regular at Japan Street and had made quite a name for himself as a mercenary during several major fights, though his work wasn’t particularly reliable.

"Well, there’s nothing we can do about it."

Wagako, holding a cigarette butt, looked helpless.

"Everyone and I feel that gambling hurts both others and oneself, easily leading people to lose everything, so it’s better to close these places sooner for everyone’s benefit."

"That’s them! I’m very strong-willed!"

Natural Curl arrogantly insisted

"Look, I gamble every day and don’t feel hooked at all. I’m begging you, leave me just one machine."

Wagako held her forehead speechlessly, not even wanting to look at this shameless guy any more.

"You, you haven’t even paid last month’s rent, and you spend every day drunk. You should at least consider your future."

Now Natural Curl was thoroughly anxious, grabbing the old woman’s shoulders with both hands and shaking vigorously.

"Hey! Wagako! Wake up! You’re the owner of Westbrook, the woman with the shoulder dragon tattoo, the local boss. Don’t be fooled by that damned stuff! Casinos, clubs, those are what you should be dealing with!"

"Alas..."

Being shaken to near pieces, Wagako not only didn’t stop him, she even started shedding tears.

"Thinking of those things just makes me regret. If I hadn’t been young and reckless, how could I have lost several husbands and caused my son to die with them? Now I’m all alone, having committed so many heinous affairs!

Oh, God!

If you have eyes, let a lightning strike kill me!"

Wagako suddenly went into a frenzy, ordering her underlings to turn on the sound system, playing a sad violin BGM, and then taking out a microphone to sing to Natural Curl in Japanese.

"If there were no tears in this world

If there was never anger deep within my soul

If I had never learned how to love

Even so, all possibilities would still swirl in my mind

The twisted threads of fate intertwining..."

Wagako had practically started her own concert on-site. Her former underlings even came out of nowhere with glow sticks and large lights to cheer for their big sister.

"Madam Wagako sings so well, we must turn over a new leaf!!!"

"I don’t want to mix with gangs anymore, Madam Wagako, I want to play basketball!"

Natural Curl was so shocked by the scene that he fell to the ground, mouth agape and at a loss for words.

Crazy!

Crazy!

Wagako went crazy!

Everyone here is crazy!

Natural Curl now only wants to escape this damned place and find somewhere to comfort his heavily shattered soul.

So he turned to the newsstand.

Newsstands are full of magazines, and some people just love print, valuable in collection, so sales are still decent.

However, competition is fierce, so the content focuses on how to draw attention, rather than current affairs and politics. Users care more about which shop’s female waitresses have bigger breasts.

Especially when it comes to images, the system is quite open, with rare mosaics, making it Natural Curl’s favorite.

Only, he looked around and didn’t see the ones he liked, instantly feeling fear.

"Boss, why can’t I see ’Playboy’ and ’Today’s Beauty’?"

Natural Curl noticed most of the newsstand’s magazines were current affairs, all the sex magazines were gone.

"Ah, you mean those, the city council says such magazines are vulgar and objectify women, not just Playboy; even the fitness muscle shows for men have been stopped. I actually agree, they’ve finally done something right."

The newsstand owner’s response stunned him like a lightning strike, leaving him standing there, pale and trembling.

"Wha... What nonsense is this? Doesn’t this mean... doesn’t this mean all gone?"

He grasped in the void as if trying to snatch back everything lost.

"My white silk, my pantyhose, my pretty girl’s long legs, my spiritual sustenance... If this world doesn’t allow Sisi, no Sisi pics, then what’s the point of living?"

Natural Curl knelt, looking up to the sky in a mournful howl, so tragic it drew others’ tears, tears streaming down.

"What a joke! What a joke! Damn it!"

People nearby thought he’d encountered some terrible misfortune, turned white-haired overnight, and came forward to comfort him.