MHGA Chapter 260 – Life is Short, Why Not Give It a Try
David hadn't even put much strength into that punch. It hadn't hurt Adam Smasher in any noticeable way.
But just as Adam Smasher was about to sneer and mock him, something unexpected happened.
He realized his connection to his cybernetic eyes had been severed—his vision went completely dark.
Startled, Adam Smasher thought David's punch must have damaged his optical systems. But…
It wasn't just the eyes.
More and more cybernetic systems—ones he could still perceive—began malfunctioning.
And in the next instant, a sensation that had been foreign to Adam Smasher for far too long returned to him.
It was pain—a physical pain that belonged to a living, organic body.
The healing potion David had poured over him triggered violent changes in the small amount of flesh he still had.
From his remaining brain tissue, new flesh erupted. Immense regenerative power treated everything non-organic as an intruder and forcibly regenerated the mere 4% of his remaining body, expanding it far beyond Adam Smasher's expectations.
Suddenly, Adam Smasher regained his five senses.
As his new eyes opened, he saw his regrown flesh pushing out the once-dominant chrome shell.
Every cybernetic system failed, severed from his brain's control.
And just like that, in an incredibly short span of time, the once ironclad titan of Night City collapsed into a naked man lying on the floor.
"Damn it! What the hell did you do!!" Adam Smasher—now fully human again—screamed in rage.
His answer came in the form of David's fist.
With monstrous force, David struck his newly fleshed face. The punch landed squarely on his nose—blood erupted, and his bent nose spilled a brine of snot, blood, and other fluids like a broken condiment bottle.
These were sensations Adam Smasher hadn't experienced since the day he sold his soul to Arasaka decades ago.
"What now, Adam Smasher?!" David roared. "Are you still special now?!"
With every word, he raised his fist again, leaping forward to slam it once more into Adam Smasher's body.
This time it was a hook. David knocked Smasher down, then swung back the other direction to smack him upright again.
It was boxing—something David had learned from Dorio. He wasn't exactly a master, but…
With his brutal strength, it was enough to kill any bastard in Night City.
The dull thuds of flesh being pounded echoed through the ruined clinic.
Adam Smasher—the terror of Night City for decades—couldn't even dodge David's fists now… or perhaps he simply couldn't anymore, even if he wanted to.
Smasher tried to fight back. But just as he moved, David drove his foot into his liver. The violent shock forced Smasher to hunch over in pain.
Then David slammed his knee upward into Smasher's face.
Even as Smasher cursed through broken teeth, David showed no mercy.
He grabbed Smasher's newly grown hair, yanked his head back, and smashed a fist into one eye socket—shattering the eye completely, reducing the bone around it to pulp.
Any ordinary man would've been dead or unconscious by now. But the healing potion's lingering effect kept Smasher clinging to life.
So David climbed on top of him, pinning him down—and punched again.
And again.
And again.
Adam Smasher started with curses on his lips.
But as David's relentless fists rained down, even the mighty Smasher ran out of breath.
Eventually, the once-unstoppable legend of Night City stopped moving.
David, bloodied fists trembling, slowly stood up.
He had done it.
He had killed Adam Smasher.
And he had done it this way.
A strange emptiness crept into him. A brief moment of confusion.
But it didn't last long. There were still things he needed to do.
"Lucy… I need to find her…"
Just as David let his guard down and turned to look for Lucy—
—click.
The unmistakable sound of a weapon being cocked came from behind.
David spun around.
Adam Smasher, clinging to the last breath of life, had somehow reached his old cybernetic shotgun. It lay discarded on the ground.
And he had it aimed right at David's head.
His finger was already on the trigger.
"You son of a—" Smasher growled, his voice seething with hatred—
—but his sentence was cut short.
A monowire slashed across his throat and snapped taut.
David froze.
Lucy didn't.
She had severed Adam Smasher's head.
And then, without pause, she snatched the shotgun from his lifeless hands and aimed it at the severed head on the ground.
Boom!
The blast reduced it to a wet, unrecognizable pulp.
The recoil sent Lucy stumbling backward—only to fall straight into David's arms.
The two young lovers froze.
Neither quite knew what to say in a moment like this.
Eventually, it was Lucy who spoke first.
"David… when did you find out about me?"
She had sensed something was off. Some things she'd never told him, yet he had somehow known about her past—done so much for her.
"Do you… really love me?" Lucy, still in David's arms, didn't dare turn around to look him in the eyes. "I… I don't want you to do all this just for me."
David hesitated.
Then tightened his embrace.
"It's not like that."
"I really fell in love with a girl who suddenly showed up in my dreams."
He could feel the warmth in his arms. The realness of the battle being over.
"And now I've finally caught up to her."
"But you… you had so many other choices…" Lucy dropped the shotgun and placed her hand gently on David's arm. "You could've—"
"This is enough," David interrupted, holding her tighter. "Lucy, I knew your past from the beginning."
"Then why…?"
"Because back then, there was only one thing on my mind."
David smiled.
"Life is short… why not give it a try?"
"I've already chosen you."
As the two of them exchanged these brief, tender words, their hearts slowly drew closer.
But just as the atmosphere began to heat up—
—an angry voice shouted from the clinic entrance:
"Goddammit! I leave to look for that brat for one damn minute, and now my clinic's GONE?!"
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