The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 147 Cyber ​​Boxing From Scratch
who am I?
where am i from?
Where are you going?
Opening his eyes and looking at the ceiling made of iron sheets, three ultimate questions came to the man's mind.

He thought silently, but did not get an answer.

"Hey! You're awake! Really, why didn't you say a word when you woke up..."

Hearing the voice ringing in his ear, the man twisted his neck with difficulty and looked to the side.

I saw a white-haired boy in a worn brown overcoat, staring at a pair of big blue eyes, lying on the bed and looking at him.

Looking carefully, the other party seems to be... a little loli, about seven or eight years old.

Glancing along the line of sight, in the small room, except for a workbench made of discarded materials, it is full of messy and worn-out parts.

Wei Wei concentrated her attention, occasionally a few information panels would pop up in front of her eyes on these rags.

[Name: Scrapped C-6 Bionic Meridians]

[quality: white]

……

[Name: Broken Mark Alloy Bearing Type 4 Joint]

[quality: gray]

……

After a few glances at the man, he couldn't make out any clues from these messy messages.

The little girl had been concentrating on tinkering with these junk before, but now she has turned all her attention to herself.

Seeing that the man was silent, the little white-haired loli asked in a crisp voice.

"Hi! My name is Momo, what's your name?"

name?

There was a confused look in the man's eyes. He tried his best to search for related memories in his mind, but found nothing like a needle in a haystack.

There was no reply several times in a row, and the little Lolita was a little annoyed.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, can you hear me? Is the hearing part broken and needs to be repaired..."

Hey?
Suddenly, the man's mind trembled, as if a certain switch had been repeatedly touched, and the unremitting exploration finally got rewarded.

He tightly held the fragments that fell from the cracks of memory, and said incoherently.

"Hey...uh...yes, that's right, that's it, my name is 【Hello】!"

Hearing this answer, Momo put down the wrench driver that was about to open the opponent's head for maintenance, and said in surprise with a bewildered expression.

"Huh? Are you kidding me! Hey... this name is too strange! Don't just tease me because I look like a child. In fact, Momo is 12 years old and a mechanic!"

Suddenly she seemed to think of something, and took out an electronic monitor from her coat.

"Ah! I see, the name you want to say should be this [V]!"

As she spoke, she typed the capital V on the electronic display.

"The meaning of V is victory! This character is a symbol of victory. Your name should mean this!"

victory……

Upon hearing the victory, the man's pupils suddenly shrank, and he became extremely excited.

He recalled what he longed to pursue.

"Yes! That's it! That's right, victory... V, I remember, my name is V!"

Seeing the excited look of the other party, Momo also laughed happily.

[V], who found some clues to the past, asked hurriedly as if grasping at straws.

"Uh...Momo, do you know where I come from?"

Hearing this question, Momo raised her face and said proudly while touching her little finger.

"It's the garbage mountain, I picked you up from there! People in the upper city have been dumping useless waste there..."

useless trash...

Am I trash thrown uptown?

Clenching his fists suddenly, a trace of violent blood flashed in V's eyes.

But the sense of powerlessness emanating from the body made this violent impulse fleeting.

My body, like consciousness, lacks many things that should exist and becomes incomplete.

And Momo didn't seem to notice V's reaction, and continued talking on his own.

"Although it's called Garbage Mountain, it's actually a treasure house. The waste in the eyes of the upper class is a treasure that can be recycled to me..."

Speaking of treasures, Momo said excitedly with excitement in his eyes.

"V, you used to be a mecha boxer!"

Mech Boxer? !
As if suddenly being punched hard in the heart, V was in a trance.

Seeing V's violent reaction, Momo proudly touched her little nose and said clearly.

"Hey, Momo is a mechanic. It can be seen at a glance that you have a boxing mecha on your body before, but it seems to have been dismantled later, leaving only the machine core link interface, and even the machine core drive chip has been pulled out... ...Are you abandoned because you lost the fight?"

Well……

My mind was in chaos, and an inexplicable feeling came to my heart.

There is a feeling of extreme unwillingness mixed in this taste.

V shook his head in frustration.

"Maybe... I can't remember anything."

Hearing this, Momo tentatively said cautiously.

"You really don't remember anything?"

V nodded slightly.

Then Momo jumped up happily and let out a celebratory cheer.

"Wow! That's great! V, let's start again! Let's team up and become the MB champion!"

"champion?"

Hearing the word [champion], V seemed to have received a shot in the arm, and sat up abruptly from the bed.

For some reason, his eyes were like burning flames, bursting out with fiery gaze.

It's like a ship blindly drifting in uncharted waters suddenly finding a lighthouse.

[Champion] seems to have an unparalleled special meaning to him, which makes V think deeply.

Seeing that V did not respond for a long time, Momo rolled her big blue eyes, and carefully took out a LED crystal film variable display poster from a drawer like a treasure.

Momo picked up a small bench, stood on it and slowly unfolded the poster in front of V.

On the poster, two fully-armed mech boxers were fighting. The two iron fists collided with each other. Sparks burst out like sparks hitting the earth, and then turned into the words [Max-Box].

Standing on the bench, Momo grabbed the top of the poster and said excitedly with yearning.

"Look! This is the [MB Contest]! The highest level mecha boxing match in the entire world! As long as you win this competition, you will be the strongest mecha boxer in the world! And I am the best mecha boxer in the world! division!"

At this moment, V is still sinking in doubts about [Champion]. He doesn't understand why he has such a deep attachment to it. Seeing Momo's excited look, he asked.

"Momo, why do you want to be the best mechanic in the world? Is there any special reason?"

Generally speaking, such a goal will have a special story behind it.

Momo put away the poster, looked at the ceiling made of iron sheets and said innocently.

"A special reason? Hehe, because that's my dream..."

(End of this chapter)