Please call me CyberGhost King

Chapter 95 I thought this thing could work!

Pyrrha chose the meeting place in the industrial area in the north of the city because his family lived here.

Ke Ling drove around in Thrace before finding the place. It was so out of the way that he almost left the Night City.

In other words, this is actually the edge of Night City, and Ke Ling has even seen the endless bad land.

Pyrrha's house was in a three-story building. The building looked dilapidated, but it was difficult to maintain its appearance in a place like this.

Well, it looked even worse after we entered, and it looked like it had some age.

"Dang Dang Dang."

Ke Ling knocked on the door. He could smell the scent of three people in the room. One of them was more familiar, Sasha.

The door was opened, a pistol was stretched out first, and the person who opened the door was a little man.

"Hello, Rebecca."

Ke Ling said hello to the other party. As expected of a resident of the industrial area in the north of the city, he had to show his gun first when opening the door in broad daylight.

"Devil? Come in."

Rebecca looked up, put down the gun, and moved away from the door.

Ke Ling stepped inside. Compared with the apartment in the super skyscraper H10, this small apartment was obviously more life-like.

The sense of life means that this place is relatively shabby, more like a place where someone has lived, unlike the cold and life-saving cabin over there.

"Hi, Devil."

Sasha sat on the sofa and waved hello to Ke Ling with a smile.

"Finally?! What skill chip are you going to make?"

Before Ke Ling could reply, Pyrrha poked her head out of the room next to her, looking very interested.

Ke Ling gave Sasha an apologetic look, and the latter smiled and shrugged to show that she didn't care. She had long been accustomed to Pyrrha's character.

"Pyrrha, can you make a skill chip?"

Ke Ling asked Pyrrha, and from what Pyrrha meant, there should be no problem.

"Of course, there is nothing that Uncle Pila can't do, so just tell me what skills you want to do."

Pyrrha waved her hand and gave herself a thumbs up, looking like she was in awe.

"breathe."

Ke Ling smiled and said what he wanted to do.

"what?!"

Pyrrha exaggeratedly poked her head toward Ke Ling, with a confused expression of "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Yes, breathe."

Ke Ling repeated it with a serious expression, which made Pyrrha realize that Ke Ling was not joking.

"What's the point of breathing? There are readily available chips."

Pyrrha looked incredulous. There really was a breathing skill chip, which was used by some people with special conditions.

As long as there is demand, someone will definitely produce it. There are many things that are unknown to ordinary people.

"It's not ordinary breathing, look at my breathing."

Ke Ling shook his head, and then made the breathing method more obvious.

"This"

Pila was a little embarrassed. To be honest, apart from seeing that Ke Ling was inhaling very hard, he really didn't see anything special about this breathing.

"no?"

Ke Ling looked at Pila with doubtful eyes. Is this Uncle Pila who can do anything?

Although his words were not spoken, Pyrrha had obviously felt the meaning in his eyes.

"Of course!"

Pila clenched her fist, trying it first to see if it would work. This cowhide had just been blown out, how could she immediately slap herself in the face and say no?
  Without saying anything, Pila directly pulled Ke Ling into the back room. The room was filled with all kinds of strange things.

Strange-shaped bolts and nuts were scattered all over the floor, and a pile of parts that Ke Ling thought were scrap metal were filled with various shelves in the house.

"These are my works of art."

Pyrrha seemed to be very proud of these junks. He opened his arms and took a deep breath, as if he was absorbing the fragrance of art.

"Uh" Ke Ling said he couldn't appreciate it. Does this mean he doesn't have the talent to become a street technical expert? Because he doesn't have the ability to find beauty in scraps of metal?

"Wait a moment, I'll prepare some props."

After taking a few deep breaths of artistic breath, Pyrrha began to tinker with a pile of scrap metal, screwdrivers, wrenches, and welding tools in his hands.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Zizzizi!"

There was a burst of sparks and lightning, and Pyrrha knocked and quickly took out a piece of "equipment".

"Come on, put this on and let me see what's special about your breathing."

Pila handed Ke Ling something like a steel vest, with a pair of hip-hop glasses attached to the other side. Pila had already put on the hip-hop glasses.

Ke Ling took the "Iron Vest" dumbfounded. He didn't even blink when he thought about it, but how did this thing come to be?

Technical experts, so scary! Are you afraid that this is not my ability to think?
  Ke Ling put on the "steel vest" with sincerity, and he became more and more envious of this technical expert's ability.

Although he doesn't quite understand the artistic beauty of these junks, the ability to turn a pile of junks into high-tech products is simply too cool, okay? !
  "Huh? It seems like there's something to it."

Ke Ling put on the "Steel Vest" and started to perform the breathing method. Pila, who was wearing hip-hop glasses, became serious.

"Did you see it?"

Ke Ling resisted the desire to complain. Pila wore exaggerated hip-hop glasses and looked unreliable at all.

"I see, you are a bit awesome."

Pyrrha took off his hip-hop glasses, his eyes full of surprise. He finally understood how special the breath from this Devil's mouth was.

"Just wait a moment."

Before Ke Ling could say anything, Pila started tinkering again. There was another burst of sparks and lightning. After knocking, Pila took out a set of equipment.

"Put these on your body and put this on your head."

Pila took his equipment and started to install it for Ke Ling. This was his specially made Mewtwo recording device.

"Put this in, put the chip in, put this in, press start, add this, start recording."

Pila was muttering and operating with her hands. His whispers sounded like "I think this thing can work" to Ke Ling's ears.

"Just start, breathe, don't stop."

After tinkering with the equipment, Pila began to direct Ke Ling. He was very efficient and had already started recording.

"Whoo~"

Ke Ling has been operating the breathing method. He mobilizes his breath to make the rhythm of breathing easier to grasp.

"very good."

Pyrrha put on his hip-hop glasses again, shook his feet, and kept mumbling.

What he wants is this feeling, the feeling of being guided. The core of the skill chip is to guide the body.

how to say? The skill chip does not require your brain, it only requires your body to be able to move when it is time to move.

For example, if you want to hit someone or hit with your fist, the skill chip will provide feedback based on the signals sent by your brain.

Your fist will move to hit the enemy. The signal to mobilize your body comes from your brain, but when converted in the skill chip, it becomes a completely different set of actions.

Your brain is not familiar with this set of movements, and your body is not familiar with this set of movements, but you do it as if you have done it thousands of times before.

The same goes for this breathing. Pyrrha didn't understand the principle of this breathing, but he didn't need to understand it, as long as the chip could record the brain signals that made the body move.

"It's done!"

After recording for a period of time, Pila shouted, he kicked off his feet, and the swivel chair took him back to the console.

After constant and repeated corrections, the brain signal of this breathing has been recorded by him.

"The effect may not be as good as the original version, but it is at least 70% restored. The equipment is rudimentary, so please forgive me."

Pila was operating in front of the screen, seemingly modifying the parameters. Not many people could understand the dense code.

Ke Ling took off the messy equipment on his body. He bet that the recording skill chips used by those big companies were definitely not these strange things.

However, it doesn’t matter what you use when recording. What matters is the word “can do it”.

Ke Ling took the chip thrown by Pila, and the "Water Breathing" skill chip was simply completed, even if it was only 70% of the effect when he used it.

　coming~
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)