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There were two methods in total that she had come up with to suppress her madness.
The first was to use magic to suppress the madness.
This meant acquiring a nature-type spell and applying it to Ransel herself to stabilize her mind.
There were several ways to learn spells, but what Ransel had thought of was to buy an artifact.
However, this method required money and time to find the item, so Ransel had already considered a broad timeframe.
But was she supposed to wait until she had both the capital and the items?
Ransel had no intention of doing so. She never had the luxury in the first place.
That was why the method she chose was the second: suppressants.
In addition to magic, Ransel had looked into several other ways to deal with her madness.
Since there was likely at least one person somewhere in this world suffering from a similar symptom to hers.
Had her guess been correct? There was indeed one case of madness similar to hers in this world.
Cyberpunk-style madness experienced by those who had received cyberware.
A severe mental illness caused by a deep disconnection between body and mind from too many cyberware implants, so that one could no longer recognize oneself as oneself.
It was said that suppressants had been developed in this world to treat such madness.
Although the cause differed from her own magic-related madness, she wondered if her madness could at least be suppressed in the same way by suppressing the madness.
It was not an unfounded belief.
Even those who were not body enhancement users but had no need for cyberware sometimes received a C.A.A spinal implant chip.
It was no secret that this was the reason why so many mentally ill people were overflowing in this city.
Ransel stepped off the old junk bus from the 20th century and looked around her.
The run-down 54 District where she had been wandering around looking for Davidson.
Once again she placed her foot inside this slum-like area known as the redevelopment district.
The reason she had returned here was simple.
Normal methods would not allow her to receive suppressants.
This was also a matter of status.
Even the civilization of this world that was several steps ahead required status to receive suppressants, just like in her previous life.
Since Ransel had no status, it was not that she could not receive the suppressants.
The customer base that bought large corporate cyberware were not ordinary people living in the 20th district, but criminals like illegal immigrants and those with status erased, living in the 50th district.
Because of this characteristic, the 50th district had a space where those without status could receive suppressants.
While making her way to the 50th district, Ransel had also come to the 54th district, which she was most familiar with.
After all, it would be better to be familiar with the district than going to a completely new one.
The surroundings were filled with dust-covered concrete, rebar, and construction equipment that had been abandoned after redevelopment became pointless.
Everywhere there were buildings that looked somewhat intact, and sure enough, small to medium-sized gangs were there.
Those gang members, with some part of their bodies replaced by machinery and giving her a fierce look.
The 54th district was an outer area on the edge of this large city.
Gangs settled in a place where even public power could not properly exert influence were quite a few.
Each of them had an extremely violent tendency, as if they were not of sound mind.
Of course, being violent did not mean they all had great strength or power, but Ransel, already used to those gazes, ignored them and walked the streets without incident.
The scene continued of buildings that did not look like they were built but looked like they had collapsed.
An indescribable emptiness hung in the air on the streets.
As she entered the central part of the 54th district, the dangerous atmosphere slowly seeped in.
To some extent, an environment had appeared where people could pretend to live.
Passing through the alley, she climbed the interior stairs of a relatively clean-looking building.
Burly gang members standing at the entrance slowly approached her with threatening intent, extending their hands.
"Weapons."
'Is there little medical facilities in the area, so they confiscate weapons too.'
But she could not just hand over the weapons.
Was she supposed to hand over the weapons without knowing what would happen to her?
Of course, the probability of Ransel being harmed was approaching zero.
Ransel paused, trying to place the handgun she had brought in her palm.
Looking up at the gang member, she asked.
"It's just one handgun… isn't it for self-defense?"
"No."
"As expected, it's no good."
Saying that, she handed over the handgun and only then did the gang member step aside.
As she entered the hospital, a gaunt-looking man sitting on a chair stood up.
"Ah… good to see you. What brings you here?"
"I'm here for suppressants."
Ransel tapped her head with her finger.
The gaunt man nodded, as if he understood that with just that.
The man pointed with his finger to a small room prepared right next to him and said.
"Come this way."
Inside the room she entered, a man with a languid air sat on a chair.
The man, who had been resting his feet on the desk while looking at the terminal, quickly lowered them upon confirming her entry.
Ransel, who had not been expecting any formalities in the slum, immediately got to the point.
"Do you have suppressants?"
"Suppressants… ah, did you come to get a prescription for them?"
The languid-looking man propped his chin with his hand and asked.
The man, a paper-towel seller with no connection to her, flicked his finger.
His cold eyes scanned Ransel's body over his glasses.
If she had come to receive suppressants, there should be traces of cyberware on her body.
Since the reason for suppressants was to treat madness caused by excessive procedures.
But Ransel's body was as clean as it could be, with no connection to brain surgery at all.
Contrary to the doctor's expectation, her body had an unusual feature that could not be found among mad scientists.
The doctor tilted his head slightly as if he could not understand why Ransel had come for suppressants.
As a doctor, he would not understand why she wanted suppressants.
Ransel did not add any further explanation about the situation.
The doctor, who had glanced at the back of Ransel's neck, nodded.
"Well, if you received expensive treatment, that makes sense."
Ransel shrugged her shoulders.
A faint light entered the doctor's eyes.
Ransel, who read the emotions of greed and doubt in his gaze, frowned slightly.
Because her eyes were slanted, it did not show on the surface properly.
"I suppose you got it by some luck, even if it's military? Looking at the lack of traces on your body, it seems to be the C.A.A type."
What was the meaning behind those words?
Ransel, who had already guessed at the meaning, let out a small laugh.
Was he not only acting as a doctor but also enjoying the hobby of digging into patient information?
Selling patient information was the same whether it was in her previous life or here.
Perhaps it would not provide a good income for the doctor.
Thinking that it might be good to sell the information, Ransel glared at the man with killing intent, as if to say to hand over the medicine and prescription without further delay.
The doctor, startled for a moment, took out the suppressant and handed it to her.
"Sorry, sorry. It's 100,000 credits."
Ransel had expected the price to be a little higher since it was a back-alley place, but it was too expensive.
Ransel's eyes, who had researched suppressants in advance, became cold.
The doctor, startled by the sudden cold gaze, hurriedly added.
"Wait, we are also short on suppressants these days."
Short on suppressants… what did that mean?
The amount of suppressant supplied by the city government should be enough to cover the entire 20th district and still have leftovers.
"Short on suppressants… what is the reason for the shortage?"
"The gang bastards are buying them up indiscriminately. I don't know why, but thanks to that, the money is there and my pockets are full."
"It seems like you've made a pretty good profit by jacking up the prices."
"It's because of supply and demand. Because supply is less than demand, the price goes up."
"Hmm… well."
'Gangs… I'm glad I brought the gun hidden.'
Ransel, who had been lost in thought for a moment, tilted her head slightly and pointed the handgun at the doctor.
While she was in a daze, the doctor, who was trying to pull the gun from under the table, froze in surprise.
At the same time as handing over the handgun, she had stolen the guard's holstered gun.
The guard had not noticed because Ransel had simply handed over the weapon, but Ransel had no intention of handing it over.
As I said many times, was she supposed to know what would happen to her?
Even if she had magical power, the more means she had, the better.
The mage's hand movement was enough to deceive the guard's line of sight.
"Hey, how did you get that gun―― wait, wait!!"
"Seeing you take out a gun like this secretly… yes. Did your greed make you think military-grade was good? If I say the treatment for guests is bad, am I saying too harsh a word?"