Players Invade Cyberpunk

The Horizon Corporation's office may have been set up, but there's still a long road ahead before it officially starts operating.

For now, what players are doing daily is assembling smuggled exoskeleton parts from the Evil Land into finished products in the city and painting them to prepare for the upcoming street fights.

Besides that, they're strolling around, fixing houses, and helping with extra decorations in the bar.

Water Moon Cave Heaven is somewhat skilled in hand drawing, making him a half-artist, so players commission him to paint their desired designs on specially reserved wall spaces.

As for Brother Ni, he has returned to his old trade, crafting models of elements from other games to display in the bar.

For example, things like the Power Armor from a certain commission, the Lance of Longinus, and the Sword of Vow of Victory are hung on the walls.

The entire bar's atmosphere just screams "weird."

And it's empty; not to mention waitstaff, there's not even a bartender.

If players want water or drinks, they have to pay for them themselves and fetch them from the counter.

However, today's quiet noon in the bar suddenly erupted with astonishing cheers.

"Long live the BOSS!"

"From today on, there's only one sun in my heart!"

"Loyalty! I'll go all out for the office!"

"Please, planner, can you open NPC costumes? I want them to wear Asuka's clothes, No. 1 Machine's are fine too, I'm not picky."

"Exactly, even spending money is fine, I'm totally willing, please take my money away, I'm begging you, boss, please take my money QAQ."

Hmm?

Lin Miao glanced at Tutu, who was crying out loud.

Good idea, accepted, we'll launch this system when there's room in a few versions later.

The players are so excited because of the two standing in front of Lin Miao.

Nina and her sister.

Now, both of them have signed work contracts with Lin Miao and Lucy to work in Lin Miao's bar for ten whole years, essentially a half indenture.

Full board and lodging, twelve hours of work per day, two days off per month, and a monthly salary of 2000 Euro-Gold.

If they resign midway, they'd have to pay 300,000 Euro-Gold as compensation, which can be considered very much a corporate slave.

For this, Lin Miao even went to a clothing store to have several maid outfits custom-made for them.

Previously, they had worn regular clothes, and with the tense and urgent situation, no one really paid attention to their looks.

But now, after putting on the maid outfits prepared by Lin Miao, it was clear why these two had caught the attention of the Tiger Claw gang.

Though not voluptuous, they lacked the exaggerated body ratios preferred by Westerners, yet they were still lean and well-proportioned. Wearing black high heels, they appeared adorable, with slender and lengthy legs tightly wrapped in black stockings, giving a smooth and graceful silhouette with a hint of flesh color showing through.

The fluffy skirt hem of the maid outfit barely covered one centimeter above the knee, accentuating the tightly cinched hourglass waist.

The childish white lace edges make the collarbones and necks look more delicate.

The white silk collar on their necks invokes a protective urge to cherish them.

With their hair already styled and adorned with maid headbands, they appear more competent.

However, their expressions appear extremely nervous; hands tightly grasping the hem of their skirts, they stare anxiously at the floor.

This outfit can't be called bold or revealing; compared to other bars, it's even conservative.

Yet this profession itself leaves them terrified.

Despite Lin Miao and Lucy emphasizing that they don't need to accompany drinks, nor can they offer 'extra services' beyond chatting, even forbidding excessive physical contact with guests, regardless of who initiates, or they risk contract termination.

They're not allowed to accept tips or mess with relationships, sounding as orderly as a monastery.

Their only duties are delivering drinks or food to customers' tables and managing hygiene.

Of course, they can also learn skills like bartending in their spare time, which might qualify them for a position upgrade and pay raise if their skills meet the standards.

But saying is one thing, doing is another.

After all, in Night City, sometimes the prefix for a bar server can vary by just a letter and still be indistinguishable.

The players' enthusiasm only increases their fear, making them feel as though these people might swallow them whole at any moment.

Nina, the elder sister, again had her tuft of hair stand up in fear, even taking a step back, wanting to retreat behind her sister, while both tightly locked hands.

Yet the villain behind them blocked Nina's way and coldly whispered in both their ears.

"What are you idling for? Hurry up and greet the crowd with your introductions."

They still remember the chilling words from the other night, that if they don't do well, they might get sold off to the Tiger Claw gang.

Lin Miao communicates with players in a completely different way than with local natives.

Both recoiled in a flash, quickly bowing at a ninety-degree angle toward the players.

"H-Hello everyone, I am Nia/Nina Christina, appointing as a server here in the bar in future, please take care of me."

The lines are taught by Lin Miao, and their shy, trembling voices only stir the players into frenzy.

"It's a maid! It's a maid! I'm dead! I'm dying!"

"Planner! You are forever the god!"

Water Moon Cave Heaven outright embraces the underwhelming warrior in celebration.

"Bro, I'm sorry, I was too loud before, man now apologizes to you, from today you are my non-blood-related brother!"