My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt

In front of them was an enormous industrial fan nearly three meters high.

The key point was its alloy blades were dual-layered, intersecting each other without any gaps to pass through.

"Heh."

John’s lips twitched.

He truly regretted letting Kenichi Sora devise the plan.

"As you can see, the designer isn’t an idiot."

[Oh, NO, the system’s about to reboot, we’ll be blown into dry meat strips, let’s retrace our steps back to the maintenance room!]

"You obviously have other routes!"

John gritted his teeth in frustration, but his body didn’t hesitate, sprinting back down the path they had come.

The roar of machinery came from all directions.

A bad premonition rose in John’s heart, and sure enough, the blades that were stationary were now accelerating.

He only had a few seconds, and he would be covered in blood.

[Let me take over, quick!]

John stumbled but quickly recovered.

He activated Sianweistan, gripping the metal bars as he passed through the alloy blades that left blurred shadows, rolling upon landing and seamlessly transitioning into a beautiful slide to continue through.

John didn’t stop, diving headfirst into the maintenance shaft, curling his body and pulling the grate down with him.

Clang.

John’s vision spun, and when he came to, he was silently back at the starting point.

Time stop ended.

"Not bad at all."

John reminisced about Sora’s operation.

Its control over Sianweistan was precise — starting and stopping in seconds, without causing much cooldown time, like a highly skilled micro-operation method that could greatly reduce physical strain.

Sora clearly hadn’t had enough.

[Tsk tsk, brother, this prosthetic body of yours isn’t bad, the spinal main system coordinates really well. Let’s share a life each!]

A game life bar appeared in John’s vision.

Sora proposed a new plan:

It would monitor the body’s status at all times, and as soon as damage exceeded a certain level, it would consider that "life" lost, immediately switching control to the other party.

"Alright."

John didn’t refuse.

He had long suspected it wouldn’t be content to just "watch" the whole time. In fact, during their initial negotiations, he thought he might be the one sitting in the audience seat for the next few days.

John felt another emotion from Sora’s respect.

It was very curious about the world outside cyberspace, yet it was very conservative, cautiously probing, extremely careful, and even a little bit scared in the process of utilizing John’s body.

This emotion was hidden deeply.

John wasn’t sure if his thoughts were correct either.

The mission had just begun.

John had already wasted some time, so the next route had to be more aggressive to make up for it.

The surveillance was in his control.

John accessed the public observation deck using the back kitchen, which was as far as ordinary clients could reach.

Since he couldn’t pass security checks.

He directly climbed over the railing, using the outer walls of the building to cross floors, just like Chuan he had seen before.

The glass curtain wall was cold and slippery.

Climbing difficulty was a small problem, but halfway through the plan, an unexpected situation occurred again—there were sensors on the building’s exterior, connected to the fire control center.

"Damn it!"

John cursed through gritted teeth, finding an unlocked bathroom window to return to the building’s interior.

Sora was also making amends.

It found a path to the maintenance room, just needing to modify the data of the surveillance cameras along the way.

The whole process was thrilling but risky.

John hadn’t directly encountered armed guards; the only living person he contacted was the maintenance worker half-dead asleep in the duty room.

[We’re lucky.]

"That’s the norm; once you enter the company, you’ll know how normal it is to be on duty for over thirty-six hours. Only when there’s work that has to be handled will someone wake him up."

John took the magnetic card on the table, returned to the corridor, and swiped it at the control terminal for the employee elevator.

The carriage whistled as it soared up to the forty-second floor.

"This is the importance of experience."

John let out a heavy sigh.

This was his first commercial infiltration; reflecting on the smooth access in old factories and small clubs, today’s job could be said to be terrible.

"Commercial buildings are really not easy to deal with."

For John, it was one-time, with crude methods, and people would debrief and figure out the complete infiltration route afterward.

Only by personally experiencing it can one understand:

Just how professional are those commercial theft cases circulating in illegal frequencies?

Tommen Gark is on the 42nd floor belonging to a private area.

John didn’t let Kenichi Sora take action, instead, he directly pulled out a data cable and used Black Light to overwrite the entire system.

[Wow!]

Sora was a bit overwhelmed.

[It’s like standing on the runway and watching a spaceplane skim overhead; honestly, this is even scarier than I thought.] 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

This was its first close experience with Black Light infiltration.

John had no reaction, glancing around, and opened the magnetic door like he was returning to his own room.

The entire floor had the typical elite company style.

Minimalist, luxurious yet cold, real leather floating sofas forming a black wave line.

[Look, John, take it down and play with it!]

John noticed the wall had a recess dug out with a samurai sword of particularly intricate patterns placed inside.

[Weapon: Samurai Sword - Tenju]

[Attachments: Sharp, Durable Coating]

This was a custom weapon, with the whole alloy knife sheath weighing more than a rifle, having a dual-layered core, and its length was half a palm wider than the commonly seen single-molecule blade on the market.

John took it down, maneuvering left and right in the room, performing a few flashy moves with the Ranger chip.

He switched hands to weigh it and shook his head.

"Heavy as hell, and its dimensions aren’t standard parts; it’s only for rich people to show off."

Not practical.

Combat-ready samurai swords are another specification altogether.

For instance, those used by Chuan in assassination squads were all one-off weapons created for specific situations, with requirements for size and materials, also paired with detachable blades, covered in durable coatings.

[Indeed, not very interesting.]

Kenichi Sora expressed disdain indifferently.

"Hmm? I thought you’d like it."

John was somewhat surprised.

[Look closely at the grip.]

John flipped his wrist, seeing a golden etched signature on the metal end—Tommen Gark, may my path prosper.

[This sword carries someone else’s mark, one that can’t be removed, holding it feels uncomfortable.]

"Truly disgusting, a European arms executive secretly admiring Eastern ways. If his superiors find out, he can forget promotions and raises for the rest of his life."

John tossed the weapon aside and began exploring the room.

There were quite a few goodies.

Near the dining counter was a life support kit filled with genuine Gaia Cells injections, and a platinum member emblem [Life Rescue Kit]—the advertisement claimed it could resurrect one within five minutes of cardiac arrest.

John and Kenichi Sora ventured through the room.

Their eyes swept across every corner, playing with everything from ornaments to personal collections in the bedroom.

John even poured a glass of vintage from the cabinet.

Alcoholic products worth thousands of euros roamed in his gradually numbing taste buds, sliding down his throat, providing nothing special, less remarkable than a small bowl of fresh fruit.

Sora, as usual, checked the films in the projector.

[No taste, just low-rated commercial films.]

"Heh."

John chuckled.

"Those come with the equipment; why would you think a company executive needs films to meet their needs?"

[...Damn it.]