Cyberpunk, I Really Didn't Want to Be a King!

Rainy night. Lean rushed into the Wasteland Hotel exhausted, just asking for a glass of strong wine to warm up. Unexpectedly, just after finishing a glass of vodka, a pair of twin sisters approached them, and the killers of the Guardian Group had already broken in. The rifle on his back has not yet cooled down, and the "mysterious glasses" in his arms have attracted the pursuit of global giants. Global Arms wants the data in it, the Guardian Group wants his life, and the Pan-Asian world wants a piece of the pie. And he only has a native body that has never been modified, an ancient martial art from the East, and a "six senses" that can predict death. "Originally, I just wanted to sell some information to make money to survive..." "But they didn't even let me finish a mouthful of hot spaghetti!" Leap from the cliff of the garbage sea and rush into the neon depths of New New York—— Leanne knows: Or become the supreme king of this sinful city. Or become another unclaimed body on the street. "Then let me ascend to the top and become the king!" The original world of cyberpunk + pure physicality + wits against global giants.