The Dark NEET Bible

Next to Hanging Neck Street, Red Dream Club

At the club entrance, two men in sunglasses coldly stared at the people around them, their hands on their waists.

As Madam Hongmeng's henchmen, they had witnessed the rise and fall of the outer city districts, the emergence, expansion, and decline of new gangs. Some lucky ones established security companies and left the area, while some gangs disintegrated due to various unexpected factors. Some gang leaders would sell their entire gangs for a good price and move to the corporate district to become managers of companies.

The betrayed gang was a large-scale group experiment.

The only ones who can truly remain here are some old monsters from beneath the water, like Lady Red Dream.

Therefore, they were quite dismissive of the gang's threats and maintained a haughty attitude.

However, somewhat unexpectedly, these people were not members of the Welfare Gang, nor were they its vassal forces; they were ordinary citizens from the outer city.

It's actually quite easy to distinguish between civilians and gangsters. Those with five or six implanted genitals in their prosthetic eyes, playing them continuously for 30 hours, or covered in experimental prosthetics, or who have taken experimental drugs and whose expressions twitch from time to time, are 100% civilians.

These technological experiments are not entirely the result of companies' ubiquitous Google advertising and forced trials; a considerable portion of them are choices made by ordinary people themselves.

In the city that never sleeps, businesses pay taxes, self-employed individuals pay taxes, and individuals also pay taxes.

If you are a company employee, the company will naturally pay your data tax on your behalf.

If you're a gang member, you can automatically pay taxes by killing people—no, by testing new weapons.

If you are an ordinary person and want to survive in a city that never sleeps, then actively accepting various corporate benefits is actually a good choice.

The painful process of biological drug trials can be resolved with just one "pain nerve resection".

The painful prosthetic body modification experiment can be completed with just an "enhanced virtual machine". If you are lucky enough to encounter a new type of networked device test, you can even enter cyberspace and enjoy the mental freedom of being completely free from the physical body, becoming a cybernetic person who is no longer disturbed by worldly affairs.

This type of person is actually the most common in the city that never sleeps; they can be native humans, androids, or even low-level AI.

They don't appear during the day, and they don't appear at night either. A virtual machine is enough for them to live out their entire lives. After they die of old age, their brain parts can be sold to buy a 'holographic projection urn'.

Only when they are broke will they swagger onto the street, scrutinizing every company's new product with the eyes of a 'God,' and seeing the benefits of using their 'product.'

Even powerful monopolies and global dominant companies will provide sufficiently superior additional services for this type of "capsule person," such as stimulating physical sensations and enhancing the virtual machine experience.

My typical attitude is that as long as I set up my stall badly enough, I won't care about anyone, not even the Emperor himself!

Their nicknames, such as "Sensory Experiencers," "Capsule People," and "Capsule God," are all incredibly impressive.

They are called "capsule people" because their role in cyber society is very similar to the "edible capsule" that forms the outer shell of a drug.

To the great surprise of the two muscular men in sunglasses, the people surrounding the entrance to the Red Dream Club were actually all "capsule people".

This feels like seeing a ghost in broad daylight!

"Miss Cherry Blossom—"

One of the security guards quickly grabbed his collar and reported to his superiors using a button communicator.

"Don't rush into action, let's see what they're planning."

In fact, that's what the security guards thought too. It's not that they couldn't deal with these weaklings, but rather that each of the capsule people in front of them had been the subject of at least a dozen drug trials, GG experiments, and prosthetic body experiments by major companies. Killing them wouldn't be a big deal, but offending certain departments of certain companies would be a real headache even for Madam Hongmeng.

More importantly, these people are drooling and have white eyes, clearly indicating that they have been placed under "physical trusteeship." You could kill them and they wouldn't even know what happened.

It's worth mentioning that this kind of "human rental" technology is generally used in places that are not suitable for children, such as their Red Dream Club, which has people of all kinds of identities, including white-collar workers, unemployed, married, and unmarried, perfectly matching all your hobbies.

But it's really troublesome when this technology is used against one's own people.

"These people are like pigs that don't fear boiling water," a man in sunglasses said through gritted teeth.

These capsule company people are really like dead pigs that aren't afraid of boiling water. They don't even care if they live, so why would they be afraid of being killed? Go ahead and do it if you dare. If you kill my company, we'll make trouble for you!

At the Red Dream Club, Miss Sakura stared blankly at the holographic projection, her long mechanical fingernails twitching – a gesture only those familiar with her knew was a sign of nervousness.

Beside her, Sister Ji was also very nervous, because Madam Hongmeng was not in the club.

Without the Buddha statue guarding the area, she was also afraid of facing this group of "urban zombies".

Could my second death befall these "capsule people"? I've heard that otaku are all perverted, and these people are practically the ultimate, darkest version of otaku.

Seeing that Sister Ji was nervous, Miss Sakura stopped scratching her nails and calmly said, "With the club's firepower, taking out these thousands of people shouldn't be a problem."

Sister Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately became eager to try. If she could defeat these thousand monsters, how much experience would she gain?

Charge! Charge! I'll personally take up the machine gun and clear out the monsters!

Miss Sakura glanced at the other person, discerning their thoughts, and said, "Our real enemy isn't them, it's the people behind them."

"Who?"

"Hard-coded God".

Thanks to the abundance of rumors circulating within the Red Dream Club, Sister Ji actually knew who this Cyber God was.

His true identity is that of a Cyber Hacker, and a fallen Cyber Hacker at that.

As a profession belonging to the chaotic faction, any behavior that can be described as "degenerate" has basically nothing to do with criminal law.

In short, this hacker gave up and became a member of the growing "capsule people" community.

Although this "tech geek" turned into a "dark geek" for some unknown reason, his technical skills were clearly not lost. During his time of doing nothing, he developed a series of brain-cracking software programs that allowed him to obtain a large amount of corporate benefits and isolate the company's experimental losses. Many of these benefits could even be obtained for free.

As for how to obtain this kind of "cracked software", call upon his name, praise his name, and proclaim his deeds.

Thus, the "God of Hard Code" was born!

As for what happened to that hacker in the end, whether he became addicted to the dazzling virtual pleasures, transformed into a cyber god, or was simply recruited by a company and transformed from a dark otaku into a hard-working individual, no one knows.

But this series of compressed files containing "brain-cracking software" became the legendary "Capsule Bible".

Meanwhile, the "Hardcoded God" street cult has risen rapidly because of this "dark otaku bible" and is now a leader in the second tier of street cults, with its numbers approaching those of the first tier, the Turing Church.

Within the holographic projection, the capsule figures who were just giving up began to perform various worship gestures under the manipulation of the behind-the-scenes manipulators. Some performed standard dogeza (a deep bowing gesture), some started dancing to otaku dances, some began to cry and call out the nickname of a certain virtual idol, and some took out their multi-functional light sticks.

The next moment, a bright red light shone in the Red Dream Club.

The projection of the regional network fell in front of the two women—the same virtual Red Dream Club. Data streams like raindrops began to hit the surface of the 'Red Fierce Club', while a large number of virtual people began to crawl into the doors, pipes, underground tunnels and other places. Even in the thick mosaic, capsule people began to forcibly 'pass through' the walls.

"The madam is not here, and the local area network is unmanned. We need to go in and protect the local area network from being damaged!"

Miss Sakura pressed a hidden mechanism, and the next moment, the bar counter began to flip open, revealing a large number of access points. A large number of android girls began to walk in like zombies, with their necks, wrists, temples, and other parts opening up, and plugs sticking out.

With the data transmission function of the local area network activated, Sister Ji suddenly felt her head lighten. When she came to her senses, she was astonished to find that the grayed-out skill "Network Implantation" on the player panel had been activated.

"Holy crap, I'm best at online flame wars!"

The next moment, Sister Ji's tentacles split off ten plugs, which were inserted into the interfaces one by one.

"That move suddenly felt really aggressive."

Sensory signals transformed into countless numbers, flowing through digital space. Sister Ji felt as if she were being hugged tightly by one muscular man after another, and then released.

A feeling that is both enjoyable and unpleasant

This was particularly unbearable for Sister Ji, who was the senior sister of the eroge (adult content) section. She really wanted to say, "You all come at me at once, I'm in a hurry."

Local area networks are not like cyberspace, which can immerse you in a sea of simulated signals all at once.

After intermittent dialing, Sister Ji finally gathered enough simulated signals. Her vision went black, and when it lit up again, she logged into the "Red Dream Club" once more.

However, this "Red Dream Club" is a regional network.

"Huh, it's not much different from reality."

In real life, Sister Ji is near the bar, while in the local network, Sister Ji is on the second basement floor, in the famous hotel room area, with all sorts of pink gyms filled with various professional exercise equipment.

"Is this hinting at something to my sister?"

The next moment, figures appeared on the ground; they were real capsule people.

"Activate the monster! Activate the monster!"

In the local area network, Sister Ji felt that she had unlimited energy and could unleash her ultimate moves without limit.

The next moment, as if Sadako had unleashed her ultimate attack, countless implanted threads gushed out, and soon, battle records were displayed one after another.

[You killed Shinji's illusionary clone, "Capsule Man," gaining 30 experience points.]

[You killed the illusionary clone of "Capsule Man" Umaru Doma, EXP +30]

[You killed the illusionary clone of "Capsule Man" Allen, experience +30]

"An illusionary clone?"

Illusory Doppelgangers: In the dazzling virtual world, every touch, every immersion, and every resonance of neural signals creates an illusory doppelganger for the capsule-like being.

Note: The gap between reality and virtuality is the difference between darkness and light; the real world is immortal!

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