The stall owner closed his eyes, halfway through reliving his life in a flashback, when the deafening blast of a shotgun brought the bustling black market to a standstill!
Octopus Arms pushed aside the still-smoking barrel of Joestar's gun, stopping him from firing a second shot.
The expected sight of the stall owner blown to pieces never appeared-
This blustering guy had actually dodged the shot with his eyes closed. He hadn't dodged the bullet itself, but used visual images to calculate the angle of the shot in real time, then immediately controlled his body to evade it.
There were plenty of Skill Shards of this kind on the market. It was a broad category, and their success rates were closely tied to the shard's algorithms, the quality of the Cyber-Eye, the strength of the implanted Cyberware, and the speed of the nervous system's reactions.
The stall owner opened his eyes and looked at his body. Before he could come to his senses or feel relieved, an all-consuming agony seemed to slam into every inch of his flesh.
Bang.
The stall owner fell to the ground. Through his tattered clothes, you could see the natural muscles beneath his body squirming like writhing Earthworms.
The intense pain left him able only to stare wide-eyed and twitch repeatedly on the ground, while tears, saliva, and other unidentified fluids flowed uncontrollably from him.
"Is he possessed?" V asked, looking down at the man.
"He's not possessed. Cyberware Modulator cracked it. Skill Shards can take effect directly, beyond the safe threshold, stimulating and controlling the body.
Natural biological tissue takes a huge strain when it makes these movements. Once he comes to, his overstimulated muscles will keep twitching. It's pretty painful.
Especially for someone as fat as him.
I wanted to handle this more