My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 90 090: Carnivore

The elevator is about to arrive.

Orosi suddenly turned around, put her palms on John's shoulders and kissed him lovingly.

John's nose twitched.

He smelled the throbbing fragrance, felt a sudden softness on his lips, and when the warmth passed over his teeth, he couldn't stop.

John took a deep breath in confusion.

He suddenly felt a pill being stuffed into his mouth, and then he received a text message from Orosi in his mind.

【Swallow. 】

John stretched out his hand to hold the back of Orosi's head, and felt the hard and cold deep-diving port under the soft artificial leather used for camouflage.

This is an implant that must be installed as a super hacker, which can perform data calculation and transmission more efficiently.

He kissed and drank the medicine.

[Gaia cells have produced a perfume blended with pheromones to create sexual interest in people psychologically and physically. This medicine can help you avoid the embarrassing situation of "having difficulty controlling your emotions". 】

The elevator door opens.

The warm air and melodious music separated the two.

Orosi stroked John's chin smoothly.

"You are much more skilled than I thought. It's amazing. You are actually a gentle person."

John adjusted the buttons on his suit and frowned - he took the initiative just to embarrass her, but instead felt like he was being teased.

The lighting in the restaurant is soft and dim.

Euros's high heels clicked against the black stone, and the mirror reflected the bright star-like pendants above her head. Fresh green plants were placed at random heights among the steps and dining tables, acting as natural partitions.

A piano is on the stage.

Almost the entire body of the performer has undergone prosthetic modifications. From behind, only a bunch of high-precision accessories can be seen. It is not even clear whether she is a robot or a deep prosthetic surgeon.

John asked in a low voice.

"Why is she dressed like unsoaked cereal?"

“The first tip when attending a party is not to comment on other people’s tastes and to keep your mouth shut.”

In the center of the room is the open kitchen.

Inside, there is a gentleman wearing a handmade shirt who is cooking. Under the rolled-up sleeves are two muscular arms. The movements of handling the ingredients are pleasing to the eye, and he maintains a focused expression.

[Name: Blake Asticas]

[Force: Gaia Cells]

John found that all the other party's files had been deleted and realized that he was more than just a chef.

The scan results show:

Almost all of his internal organs are implants. Except for a few new models launched by Gaia cells, the rest are privately customized models that have not been sold on the market.

Blake has strong cheekbones and deep eyebrows. He is the kind of ruthless character who looks very difficult to deal with.

"Don't stare, it's not our turn."

Euros brought John to the window.

There is a row of dining tables, leather sofas and floor-to-ceiling windows.

The obsidian-like shiny table top is slightly heated, which will not irritate the woman's exposed arms.

Only then did John discover:

There were several tables of guests sitting in the quiet restaurant, all chatting in low voices under the well-hidden shelter.

The faces of the male guest and the female companion were slightly red.

Their eyes met with a naked suggestion.

“The chef feels that emotions are edible.”

Orosi suddenly said this, and when John asked, her prosthetic eyes flashed and she went to process the information.

The night light has a great atmosphere.

Panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows can see the high-rise buildings of Eden City.

It is obviously daytime, but through the special filter of the glass, it creates a hazy feeling of midnight intoxication.

Light signs and projected advertisements sent to the cloud were not turned on.

This kind of "night" was familiar yet strange, especially since the industrial area in the distance was still spewing smoke, but in the sky there were distant stars and moon that John had never seen in the city of Eden.

Not to mention beautiful and elegant.

There is even a strange feeling of fragmentation.

Sitting in a high-end restaurant with a pleasant temperature and soothing music, it's as if something strange is growing in my heart.

"Surprise~"

Kuang Xin kissed the tiger's mouth, blew a kiss and smiled at them. He should have been talking to the guests at a certain table just now.

John laughed and complained.

"I'm really not used to you wearing clothes."

"I'm usually very serious."

Kuang Xin wore silver jewelry on both hands, the collar of his suit was as fat as two leaves, and his trousers had vertical gold threads. After all, he still walked in an exaggerated party style, but he felt very noble.

While talking, it was Orosi's turn.

Chef Blake invited the three of them to watch the food preparation process up close.

The open kitchen is in the center of the hall.

Various intoxicating and curious fragrances are exuded, but they do not float everywhere, just like invisible little hands, seduce the curiosity of a gambler.

There is a row of barstools outside the kitchen bar.

Orosi led them to sit down with ease.

The beautiful female sommelier has only one fleshy face, and the rest of her face is covered with looming implants.

The artificial leather is top quality, but it does not cover up the mechanical details, but instead amplifies the features of deep modifications.

John picked up the white wine and stared into the distance.

Chef Blake has completed a gourmet meal and is talking to the guests at the corresponding table number - they use expensive prosthetics to hold the wine glasses in elegant shapes, translating their smiles into the guests of honor enjoying themselves.

There were several waiters rearranging the kitchen.

Blake returned to the kitchen, greeted Kuang Xin and Orosi, and greeted John, whom he met for the first time, very seriously.

There was a faint puff of smoke all around.

"Don't worry, it's a bio-thinner that will remove any lingering flavors from the previous cooking session, ensuring every trip is unique enough."

Blake's voice is low and smooth, with a certain penetrating power. Especially when he looks at you and smiles, there is a sense of urgency to be penetrated and analyzed, but his attention is diverted by his elegance.

"Is that the deputy director of the Eden City Planning Bureau?"

Orosi asked while holding the table and looking at the guests in the distance. "The person opposite is the director of the B2 Experimental Department of Gaia Cell. I've read his special feature on the product website."

Blake kept smiling.

He lowered his head and arranged the knives neatly while asking Orosi in a gentle voice.

"What do you see in their faces?"

"Frightened, excited..."

Orosi rubbed the wine holder. “Fading Resistance.”

Blake nodded.

"Have you introduced him to Mr. John?"

"No."

"That's very good, it will be my honor... As you can see, Mr. John, this is the kitchen for my private guests, and the dish I specially prepared for you today is... the pan-fried kidney box."

Blake rolled up his sleeves and cleaned his arms.

John made a sound of "heh" and said nothing. He had already been mentally prepared.

as predicted……

The chef moved the thawed ingredients to the counter and introduced them.

John squinted his eyes and shook his head - the kidney taken out of the water was bright and full, and it was definitely not the incomplete version he had sent.

Blake saw his doubts.

The ingredients are replicas cloned after extracting the raw materials. Gaia cells have the most advanced technology in the biological field, so there is no surprise if they want to do this.

John is going to watch someone else cook his own kidney today.

Blake took a kitchen knife and peeled away the connective tissue.

The precision was terrifying, almost like a surgical performance.

"This step must be careful and must not damage the surface mucosa. Bleeding points will have an impact during the second cleaning. Whether the removal is complete or not will be directly related to the fishy smell of the organs." The chef introduced while handling the ingredients.

But John was paying attention to his technique - it was terrifyingly stable, without any behavioral chips inserted, and it was all based on feel and experience, and he was able to operate on a human organ with ease.

Black mixed the organs and minced meat with a hand mixer.

He operated gently and slowly, turning the plump and round organ into minced meat gushing out of the round hole.

"Rather than using a food processor, I trust hand-cranking. Carefully feeling the process of ingredients being minced will help maintain a sense of concentration in cooking. Attitude is very important for any meaningful thing."

The vanilla is lightly ground into a fine foam.

Blake cleaned his hands again and dried them, then mixed and kneaded the ingredients with skillful techniques, covered them with transparent plastic wrap and let them rest on the countertop.

He motioned for John and Oros to place their palms on the surface.

"The different hand temperatures of men and women will cause very subtle changes in the ingredients during the waiting process..."

The soft internal organs are slightly cold.

Blake said that the most passionate part came next.

He took the frying pan, preheated it, and slowly fried the rested meat pieces over low heat. A burst of aroma instantly burst out.

John even nodded involuntarily.

When he saw the chef take out a bottle of strong wine, the familiar logo on it was exactly the same as the one given to Vito, and he realized that this bottle might be worth hundreds of thousands or more.

Highly concentrated spirits are added to the pot.

"I want a moment of quiet."

Blake explained.

"The next step is the taming process, which is a great test for the chef. I hope you understand and don't think that I have suddenly become rude."

The flames released freely in the pot, casting a bright yellow curtain between the ingredients and the customers.

Blake was in control.

The air twists.

The ingredients are groaning.

The rich smell of oil and minced meat blended together after the oppression.

The container is a white porcelain plate with gold rim.

It comes out of an insulated box, ensuring that whatever the food comes into contact with before it reaches your mouth is as gentle as possible.

The kidneys are served in a box made of biscuits.

"Herbs are part of the ingredients and also a decoration, just like the chef has expectations for the customer's reaction. It starts and ends. It is respect for the journey and a certain tradition."

Served with two slices of fresh-cut fruit on the side.

[Task progress update]

【Taste bravely. (optional)]

[Politely refuse. (optional)]

John showed a speechless smile.

He took the tableware without any psychological burden, scooped up a spoonful of fried offal and put it into his mouth to taste carefully.

Blake watched him as he washed his arms and wiped them with a cloth.

The organs have no fishy smell.

There is a mixed meat aroma, a pure and original aroma, which is completely different from the synthetic lumps and egg white paste sold on the street.

John asked after putting down his spoon and gesturing with his hand.

"do you mind?"

"As you please."

Blake seemed pleased.

John grabbed the cookie box, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it like a burrito.

What Kuang Xin enjoyed tonight was a piece of braised cartilage meat.

Orosi only drank some soup.

The two would often receive invitations from Blake, and the regulars would go back and forth uninterestingly, and the topic of conversation would inevitably shift to John.

Kuang Xin originally thought John would be resistant.

He started the topic by talking about his views on eating human bodies, saying that traditional education made him unable to accept it at first. It was mainly because he liked the ritual of chef cooking that he changed his taste.

John shook his head as he held the cup.

"You go to the street and read the parade slogans. No wonder people say you are a corporate dog. The streets are almost drowning in synthetic fast food. You can't even imagine how tempting a meal of pure meat without additives is to me. What's more, What’s more, he knows the basics.”

"It's human flesh, and it's your own."

"so what?"

John felt that Kuang Xin still underestimated street life.

"As long as it's not cut directly from my body, I can treat it like an expensive handmade dish."

"Okay, you're awesome. I can't accept it without this pleasing cooking process."

John smiled and didn't reply, unable to tell whether Kuang Xin was telling the truth or providing emotional value to the chef.

【Whatever I eat and supplement, I just treat it as physical fitness. (Chinese)】

John listens in via a translator plug-in.

Orosi was much more candid and spoke more pointedly.

No one can tolerate this woman when she is in a bad mood.

"If you follow your logic, you can never become a master by enduring hardship. If you want to survive in the City of Eden..."

Her slender fingertips traced the rim of the cup.

"You have to eat people, preferably powerful people."

Blake crossed his arms and nodded.

[Mission target update]

[Talk to Blake. (unacommpolished)】

John's mind was racing, and he immediately took over what Euros was saying, and said to the chef in a joking tone:

"She treats you as prey and just looks at you like this?"

Blake smiled thoughtfully.

There is a mature tranquility on the curved and strong face.

“When I processed my own clones for the first time, I started to try new cooking methods, and I may have a deeper understanding of this sentence.”

"Um, sorry, can I ask where the ingredients come from?"

"It's okay, John. Some customers will send me samples and use biotechnology to replicate them into ingredients. In return, I will personally cook for those customers who pass the screening. That's why I invited you."

"Um……"

John frowned and shook his glass.

When I think about it, at some time in the future, this guy will take out his own kidneys from a place similar to an icehouse to make wine...

It always feels weird.

"Actually, I also have a way to collect ingredients."

Blake held his hands on the table, his broad shoulders paired with a pair of prosthetic legs with well-proportioned muscles and no visible heat dissipation seams.

"But before I answer, I want to say... Mr. John, you are more interesting than I thought, and you also passed my strange interview. Are you willing to take a job?"

"Yep, let's get down to business, right?"

John took a napkin to wipe his mouth and put on a working attitude.

Black said that when he occasionally encounters ingredients he likes, he will take the initiative to pay others to buy them, pay huge sums of money in exchange for genetic information, or exchange them for the latest implants.

But recently a ghoul killed the girl he was eyeing.

The body had completely deteriorated when it was found. Even if we had to clone the corresponding body parts, it would never reach the standard of perfection.

John felt that with Blake's methods, a street character could be solved in a few sentences.

He continued to ask for specific information from the other party.

That guy is the arms dealer of Kamel Company.

Black's identity is unknown, but he must be a Gaia Cell executive. When selecting mercenaries, confidentiality and ability must also be considered.

He stressed that this was a personal feud, not a corporate war.

John was a little confused.

"Why do suppliers want to be ghouls?"

(End of this chapter)