Seoul Cyberpunk Story-Chapter 27: Jinryong Technology (4)

The moment the leader of the Query Witches was offering A some pizza in the reception room—

A man suddenly appeared in the central server room, where the rest of the gang members were gathered.

He hadn’t been caught by a single surveillance camera—he just appeared, as if he had risen up from the middle of the room itself.

His skin looked like white porcelain, soaked in moonlight.

Rather than human flesh, it resembled marble or plastic—smooth and glossy.

He wore a skintight black outfit that covered his body entirely, though it looked more like an extension of his body than actual clothing.

There wasn’t a single hint of emotion on his face.

“INTRUDER!!”

Someone shouted, and tension filled the Query Witches’ server room.

All at once, the Netwitches dove behind tables and pillars, starting up remote hacks.

But the man with porcelain-white skin showed no reaction to the threat.

His AR display must have been lighting up with dozens of hacking alerts.

Yet he simply looked around the room with a calm gaze and spoke in a quiet voice.

“I’ve come to collect the implant you promised.”

The moment he said that, the Query Witches’ underboss felt cold sweat trickle down his spine.

Just hearing those words, he knew exactly who this was.

‘Jinrong Technology!’

The intruder had to be an agent dispatched by Jinrong Technology.

After all, the only ones who would show up demanding the “promised implant” were the megacorps that hired them to steal it in the first place.

His throat went dry, but the underboss tried to stay calm.

“The implant... just a moment longer, please. A very minor issue has come up, but our boss is resolving it as we speak.”

He forced a smile as he replied.

The Query Witches were completely cornered.

The implant had been stolen at Jinrong Technology’s request—but if they handed it over now, they’d surely incur the wrath of the Pizza Maniac.

The best solution he could think of was to stall for time with conversation, gain the Pizza Maniac’s understanding, and then hand over the implant.

But the Jinrong agent didn’t react as expected.

Click.

The sharp sound of a tongue being clicked echoed through the room.

“Too much tongue. I’ll find it myself.”

No one could have anticipated what happened next.

From the Jinrong agent’s body, something thread-thin extended—like an invisible wire.

It wasn’t clearly visible, but its presence could be felt by the sound it made as it sliced the air.

Sssshhk—

A whip-like crack split the room.

And in the next moment, everything around the Jinrong agent began to tremble—then was shredded into pieces and scattered across the floor.

Gang members, desks, chairs, even the walls and pillars—everything had been precisely and cleanly sliced apart.

In a single attack, the Query Witches’ server room became a graveyard of diced flesh and shredded machine parts.

‘They’re all dead!’

Only one rookie Netwitch had survived, purely by luck.

She’d simply been hiding far enough away from the Jinrong agent.

Pressed tightly behind a pillar, her body trembled with fear.

Her ocular implants couldn’t even process what had just happened.

The moment the wind swept through the room—it was all over.

‘Is this really the difference between us and a megacorp...?’

She had every reason to despair, but the rookie Netwitch hadn’t given up yet.

< Hacking in progress: 78%... >

Unlike the Pizza Maniac, who couldn’t be hacked at all—the Jinrong agent was hackable.

She focused all her attention on the visual data streaming from the Query Witches’ main server.

Even if it meant revealing her location and dying—she was determined to land at least one hit.

Tap... Tap...

She heard the Jinrong agent’s footsteps approaching.

They were getting closer—like he knew exactly where she was.

He walked directly toward the pillar she was hiding behind.

Her heart pounded so hard she thought it might rupture.

Breathing was nearly impossible, but she kept her focus on the hack.

When the footsteps stopped right in front of the pillar—

< Hacking in progress: 100%... >

< HACK COMPLETE >

The long-awaited AR message appeared.

“Burn to fucking death!”

As she breached the firewall, she commanded the AI frame to incinerate the Jinrong agent’s entire nervous system.

Brain included.

With her shout, a crackling noise erupted from the agent’s body, and blue flames burst forth.

‘I did it...’

The rookie Netwitch felt a faint surge of relief as she cautiously peeked out from behind the pillar—

And then she froze.

Smoke was still constantly rising from the Jinrong agent’s body...

But he slowly turned his head toward her and began staring down with that same emotionless face.

“H-How...”

‘How can he still be alive, even with his entire nervous system burned out?’

Her final words never made it to the end.

Because once again, a violent gust of wind blew toward her—and she was simply disassembled.

The last thing she saw before dying was a glimpse of raw, red flesh peeking through a crack in the pure white porcelain skin.

****

I slowly stood up from my seat, glaring at the true bastard who ruined my pizza.

Blood spilled across the table, spreading out like tomato sauce from the pizza, while the white porcelain man stared at me with a blank expression.

His eyes showed no emotion, but the intent to kill was crystal /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ clear.

And without any warning, the porcelain man swung something toward me—

No, toward everything in this room.

‘!’

It was something like a whip, made of red flesh and rusted red metal, twisted together.

If it were the old me, I wouldn’t even have had time to react—my head would’ve been sliced clean off.

But not now.

The blue ring in my heart began to spin violently, and time started to slow down around me.

The world dulled, like everything was moving underwater.

In that slowed-down world, I reached toward the whip to protect my client.

And I filled my hand with as much blue energy as I could.

The moment the whip came into range, I clenched my fist, ready to snap it in half.

But unfortunately, just before it landed in my palm, the porcelain bastard reeled it back—like he’d read my intentions.

PAANG!

A moment later, the air cracked with a delayed shockwave, and time snapped back to normal.

The wall and furniture along the whip’s path were sliced through cleanly, like by a laser, and came crashing down in a loud mess.

Everything right up to where I’d extended my hand had been cut with surgical precision.

“Wh-What the hell...?”

Wilson finally processed the situation and stumbled back, his face pale.

I glanced at him and quietly let out a sigh of relief.

That was way too close—I almost lost my flawless 100% client success rate.

Before the enemy could swing again, I threw a punch at the porcelain bastard.

With all my rage over the ruined pizza packed into my fist—thwack.

The moment my fist slammed into his chest, it sounded like hardened ceramic shattering.

The porcelain man’s body flew through the air and crashed into the corner of the room.

The wall crumpled from the impact, dust and debris scattering in all directions.

I had drawn out every ounce of power from the heart’s ring for that punch—his entire body should’ve been pulverized.

They called this kind of move “Heaven-Smashing Fist” in martial arts novels or something, right?

Maybe it was because the ring was Hexa Core Armory tech—its power was specialized for obliterating enemies.

As I soaked in the heavy feedback left in my fist, I heard something writhing from the spot where he landed.

And as the dust cleared, I was met with an unbelievable sight.

The white porcelain man was slowly getting up—twisting his body into positions no human should ever be able to take.

And the black outfit that had tightly covered him began to peel open, revealing the flesh beneath.

What was underneath was horrific—a mass of red metal and muscle fused together into whips—or rather, tentacles.

They writhed like living creatures, constantly tangling and curling around each other.

And then, the porcelain-white hands and feet began to tear open like paper, spewing out countless red tendrils.

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To me, those tentacles weren’t just some crude mix of meat and machine.

The flesh was metal, and the metal was flesh. It was some bizarre state of fusion.

Watching them made it feel like the rules of reality were breaking apart.

And strangely, as I looked at that grotesque lump of fused meat, I couldn’t help but think it resembled AI fusion.

Not just a merging of incompatible materials—but a forceful splicing of spaces that should never be connected.

Once I realized that, I had a good guess about the attacker’s true identity.

‘Jinrong Technology.’

Only a megacorp would have access to something this powerful—and this dangerous.