Fight Our Way In

After accepting the job, D took the chip and left Afterlife, bringing the girl back to the car with her. Only then did she open the terminal on her wrist and insert the chip into its port.

"You're actually still using such an outdated external terminal..."

Looking at the device in D's hand, Lucy couldn't help exclaiming in surprise.

"As long as it works, that's enough. Besides, it's safer this way."

Scanning the job details, D answered in a low voice.

"Actually, I find it hard to understand the way you people think. Replacing limbs with machinery is acceptable, of course, but letting others control even your head is simply unimaginable."

With that, D shook her head.

Just as she had said, implants themselves weren't a problem. Duanmu Huai could accept people who had lost their hands or feet replacing them with prosthetics. If someone had heart trouble, he could even accept them getting an artificial heart, kidney, or lungs.

Taking it a step further, replacing one's eyes or ears with machinery because of lost vision or hearing was also acceptable.

However... what the hell were you doing messing with your brain?

Indeed, electronic intrusion and hacking in this world relied on chips to assist the brain, but that also meant the brain's neural network was synchronized with electronics. More importantly, it could be hacked!

So where did you get the nerve to install something like that?

Duanmu Huai had seen hackers effortlessly break into someone else's brain to gather data more than once, and he found it utterly unbelievable. Of course, it wasn't the technology itself that he found unbelievable. What he couldn't understand was that people could be so crazy as to digitize even their brains.

How much nerve did it take to let someone cut into your