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The audience in front of the screen fell into an eerie silence because of Gloria's death.

One second I was moved by the heartwarming scene of mother and child.

The next second, he was hit hard in the face by a heavy hammer called reality.

Without subscriptions, there is no life.

These chilling rules are more terrifying than any bloody scene.

Holy crap!

I want to cry but I can't; my chest feels so tight.

[You old scoundrel Su, you call this healing? I'm healing a horse!]

[Stop cursing, guys. I feel like this might just be everyday life in that world. We're just seeing it so blatantly for the first time through Su Bai's lens.]

The barrage of comments went from initial blankness to angry curses, and finally, only a deep-seated sense of powerlessness remained.

Everyone thought the animation would end there, leaving behind a despairing ending that kept people up all night.

But the scene didn't end there.

The camera follows the distraught young man back to the now cold and empty apartment.

David curled up on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Yesterday, his mother was still here washing his clothes, rambling on about her hopes for the future.

Today, he is the only one left here.

The world has been stripped of its sound and its color.

He slowly got up and numbly searched for something in the apartment.

Finally, his gaze fell on an old box.

It was a piece of trash that his mother had picked up from somewhere, a military-grade prosthetic body that she had told David never to touch.

David opened the box with trembling hands.

Inside lay a grotesque metal object, with a cold, engraved number, S. Anvestan.

For the first time, something other than despair ignited in David's eyes.

His mother's wish was for him to graduate from Arakawa Academy and leave this awful place.

But now, the only person who would be proud of him is no longer here.

What's the point of this damn expectation?

He picked up the prosthetic body, and without the slightest hesitation, turned and rushed out of the apartment, disappearing into the dirty alleys of Night City.

......

"He's insane! This kid is absolutely insane!"

A man reeking of engine oil and smoking an e-cigarette stared at the boy in front of him and yelled.

He is the most unscrupulous prosthetic doctor in this area.

"Kid, I don't care where you got this thing, but do you even know what it is? A military-grade SEAWStan! If an ordinary person with no combat experience puts it on, their brain will be burned to mush the first time they activate it!"

The prosthetic surgeon exhaled a smoke ring and pointed to the rusty tools on the operating table.

"The equipment here has a success rate of at most 30%! If it fails, you'll spend the rest of your life drooling in a wheelchair! Are you sure?"

David didn't answer; he simply transferred the remaining meager pension from his mother's account to the doctor.

He lay on the cold operating table, staring at the glaring operating lights.

He remembered his mother's tired smile.

I remembered what she said: "You are different from us."

Yes, Mom.

I am different.

Therefore, I can't just let it go like this.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

When cold metal pierces the back of the neck, when nerve bundles are brutally connected to unfamiliar electronic components.

The excruciating pain caused David to let out a scream that was inhuman.

Viewers watching on screen felt their hearts clench.

They watched as the boy convulsed in excruciating pain, his veins bulging, yet he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

They didn't understand what the boy was going to do.

But they could feel that a sword called revenge was being forged by this excruciating pain!

……

The next day, at Arasaka Academy.

David walked down the corridor, his face pale, as if everything from last night had been nothing but a nightmare.

"Hey, isn't this our illustrious transfer student? What, didn't your mom tell you that you have to pay for dirtying our school floor?"

Once again, the rich kid, along with his henchmen, blocked David's path.

He looked down at David, his face full of mocking sarcasm.

"I heard your mother died in a car accident? That's such a pity. I was hoping you would compensate me for the equipment. But it's good, cockroaches like you living at the bottom of society, the sooner you die, the better."

"boom!"

This statement ignited the anger of all viewers in front of their screens!

[You son of a bitch! What did you say?!]

Kill him! David! Kill him for me!

[You old bastard Su, I curse your ancestors! You did this on purpose, didn't you! Killing my mother wasn't enough, you had to send this scum to whip her corpse?!]

The audience's anger reached its peak at this moment!

They stared intently at the screen, their fists clenched until they turned white, wishing they could rush in and tear that rich kid's mouth apart!

Just as the rich kid reached out, intending to shove David's head as usual...

David raised his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those?

There was no anger, no sorrow, only a deathly silence and nothingness.

next second.

hum!

A sharp electronic buzzer sound pierced through the entire sound system!

Viewers in front of the screen only felt the scene in front of them suddenly blur!

The whole world seemed to have been pulled into a bizarre and fantastical other dimension!

The flying dust froze in the air, and the arrogant smile on the rich kid's face froze on his face.

David's outstretched fist moved forward frame by frame in slow motion, visible to the naked eye.

The movements of everyone around them were rendered in slow motion.

Only David.

He moved.

The scene unfolds from David's first-person perspective, with the entire world transformed into distorted blocks of color and stretched neon afterimages.

He could clearly see the twitching of every muscle on the rich kid's face, and the nascent astonishment in his eyes.

"This is S.A.W.S ...

The audience's minds went blank.

They were stunned by this unprecedented visual expressiveness!

This is no longer an animation!

This is art!

It's the ultimate display of technical prowess!

In the world of bullet time, David's fists are as fast as lightning.

It was just a simple punch.

"Bang!"

Time has returned to normal.

All the audience saw was a fleeting afterimage.

The next second, the rich kid's arrogant face sank inward like a smashed tomato!

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, knocking over three or four of his followers.

The entire room fell silent.

All the henchmen were dumbfounded.

The live chat also stopped.

Until a few seconds later.

Holy crap!

【Cool!!】

[That's what you call a damn comeback! That's what you call a satisfying anime! That punch! Well done, David!]

The anger that had been suppressed throughout the entire episode was finally released in this one punch!

Countless spectators jumped up from their chairs in excitement, waving their fists and shouting!

In the screening room of Storm Game.

Adam stared at the screen, his facial muscles twitching slightly with extreme excitement.

A strategy of first suppressing then elevating!

Su Bai is using the most classic and effective commercial film formula!

He used extreme repression and pain to pave the way for this earth-shattering punch!

This man not only understands art, but he also understands what the audience wants!

"This guy is a complete genius!" Adam muttered to himself.

And the story continues.

David walked step by step toward the rich second-generation who was lying on the ground, no longer recognizable as human.

He grabbed the rich kid by the hair and lifted his bloodied and mangled face.

He spoke in his ear, word by word, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"What did you just say my mother was?"

The rich kid trembled violently, and a foul stench emanated from his crotch.

He was so scared he peed his pants.

I said...

"Bang!"

Another punch.

David, expressionless, mechanically punched the rich kid in the face, punch after punch.

"Use your ashes."

"Bang!"

"For my mom."

"Bang!"

"To be buried with them!"

Only after the rich second-generation had completely passed out did he slowly stop, stand up, and turn to leave amidst a deathly silence.

Off-screen.

Healing Animation Company.

Shen Qingyue looked at the comments section in the backstage area, which instantly went from depressive to ecstatic, and the view count curve that soared like a rocket, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"You scared me to death. So that's what you were doing."

She patted her chest and complained to Su Bai.

"I thought we were really going to offend all the audience members."

The audience thought they had guessed what would happen next.

[Got it, got it! Next, David will use this ability to level up, slap people in the face, show off, and finally reach the pinnacle of life, fulfilling his mother's last wish!]

[That's right! This is the kind of healing anime that tough guys should watch! Heal yourself with the ashes of your enemy!]

[Su the old scoundrel finally acted like a human being! His mother's death was the catalyst for his descent into darkness! I love it!]

They assumed that this was the answer Su Bai had given.

They thought it was a cyberpunk revenge story about not underestimating a young person's potential.

however.

Su Bai looked at the barrage of comments on the screen cheering for the exciting anime.

A cold smile curled at the corners of his lips.

He turned his head, looked at Shen Qingyue who had a look of relief on her face, and spoke calmly.

"You really think that's the end of it?"

Shen Qingyue was taken aback.

"Otherwise what?"

Su Bai slowly shook his head, his gaze lingering on the depths of the screen, on the lonely figure walking further and further away in the sunlight.