MTV Cribs! Marcus' Apartment!

What up, I'm back.

I appreciate the support. Also, a question.

Should this be in the Anime category or Video Games category? I mean technically the game came out first, but it's also an anime and I plan for both to be included in this fic.

Anyway, onwards to Night City.

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Marcus instantly felt the grogginess of just waking up. He slowly opened his eyes to a very familiar place.

It looked eerily similar to V's apartment. This woke him up instantly and he sprang up sitting on a bed.

He looked at what seemed to be a holographic projector of numerous screens playing something he didn't recognize.

There was a curved maroon-colored couch in a descended corner of the apartment. The steps are midnight black along with the regular hexagonal tiling for the rest of the main area of the apartment.

Marcus got up and knew instantly something was off.

He was fucking big!

Not in a brawlic steroid injecting way, but in pure height, not that he had any frame of reference in this sci-fi world, and he liked it. Probably a bit too much.

'I know that I wanted Gyomei's physique, but I seemed to forget that the dude was a giant. He was fucking 7'2"(220cm) or something like that. I was 5'8"(172.72cm) before.' Marcus was reveling in the feeling of being huge before it came crumbling down a bit. 'How would a 7'2" behemoth use stealth? Sneaking in to steal data or some shit would make me stick out like a sore thumb.'

He then realized that it shouldn't matter too much. A level 20 stealth skill would make such concerns irrelevant. So what if he was a giant? It wouldn't really matter if he leveled up Cool.

Marcus then realized he couldn't fucked himself considering Gyomei is blind. Good thing The Examiner seemed to get what he was asking for without the debuffs.

Looking down, he already felt drafty, but that's because he was just in his underwear. The next thing he noticed was that he was skin and bones! He can see his ribcage!

It's not like he had visible abs either, meaning his abdominal muscle development is nonexistent. How that was possible, well…probably something to do with the game system.

He didn't feel like checking that out yet though, exploring the apartment was on his agenda.

Making his way to the couch, he immediately noticed One Piece manga on the bookshelf embedded into the wall behind the sofa. If he was correct, then there were 112 volumes which was strange.

There should only be like 107 or 108 volumes, so he took a look at the volume at the very end and his eyebrows shot up.

'This is Elbaph, the volumes for this shouldn't be out yet.' Ultimately, this was a W, so he won't bring up any negative thoughts towards it.

Putting it back, he noticed that there was a guitar in the corner signed by Johnny Silverhand in white. It was a black and red electric six-string guitar.

He thought it was cool and there was even a shelf next to it with a small amp and headphones, so he had the choice of being respectful while jamming it out or a professional upstairs neighbor.

There was a TV in the wall with shelves on top and to the right with glasses along with alcohol. Cigarettes were also there, but why so many? There were at least a dozen cartons of them!

Next, he sat down and focused on something he was ignoring. It was difficult considering there was a black case along with a strikingly familiar straw hat.

There was a note sticking out of the red band across the straw hat which he took and read.

Marcus

This will be the only special item and for being the first to let me decide what to give to a Trial Reincarnator.

Make a name for yourself. Blaze of Glory.

THE Straw Hat

Makes the wearer brimming with utmost confidence and may incite rebellious tendencies

- The Examiner

'What a nice gift. Luffy's straw hat. From Roger to Shanks to Luffy and now me.' He smiled and soon after reading the note, it burned up and left no trace. 'Should I explore a bit more or open this bad boy up?'

After little consideration, he got up and walked to the wardrobe. 

He saw a few outfits. Marcus directly ignored what looked like Luffy's shirt and shorts along with sandals. Maybe if he was feeling a bit goofy he might wear it and hit the town as they say. There was also what seemed to be a suit and dress shoes. Fancy. He also spotted some normal clothes which was a relief. There were also shelves but that had the shoes on them. They were big but that was to be expected.

Marcus saw a compartment under the hangers and opened it. There was a collapsable broom, mop, bucket, and a vacuum that looked like he needed to assemble. It was in 3 pieces so that should be simple. 

Next, he really wanted to go into the gun stash room, so he did.

Marcus tapped on the 'Open' screen and the screen slid out to reveal what looked mostly familiar.

There was a long 'L' shaped desk that seemed to be even longer than V's place and various foam molds for weapons even more than he remembered. A wall-mounted lamp was there too. Nice.

A cabinet was there filled with bandages, pills, and other medical-related items.

Looking at the wall left of the cabinet, there was a digitized image of the classic Nika in front of the illuminated moon. Sick.

The last thing in there was some kind of server rack. Perhaps used for his eventual netrunning escapades? No chair or ice bath though. He'll have to get that himself.

Oh, wait. Marcus noticed that one of the molds had a gun in it. The Malorian 3516. Next time, he'll have to pay more attention instead of just glancing at them.

 He grabbed it and it felt considerably heavy. Too heavy to accurately aim with. Marcus couldn't even imagine firing the damn thing, otherwise, he might just break his arm.

Focusing on it and bringing it closer to admire it, he was alarmed when something appeared in front of his face.

Recommended use: Body 8

'Damn, so I really will fuck myself up if I fire this thing, but with my new physique, it shouldn't be too hard to level up. Maybe get a Unity as a substitute? Lexington's were all getting cooked in the fanfics.' He laughed to himself.

Marcus then crouched down to see if there was anything under the table and there was.

Another black case and several ammo boxes. Oh, and a duffel bag.

He felt each ammo box until one felt heavier than the rest and by a fuck ton.

Literally had to use a strongman boulder-lifting technique just to get it on the table.

After opening up the box, he found several magazines with a hundred loose rounds. Yeah, he'll do that another time, but one mag shouldn't hurt.

Taking a few minutes to load the bullets into the mag, he finally got done. As he was about to load it in the gun, he heard a small chime followed by a voice.

Gunsmithing +100

Gunsmithing is now Level 1

He was bombarded by memories of various weapon schematics, repair knowledge, and muscle memory that would make loading magazines faster.

'Loading bullets into a magazine counts as Gunsmithing? Well, it was at level 0. Wait, are my attributes also at level 0 or is that just for skills?' He pondered a bit before loading the magazine into the gun. 'Cool, now how do I put it in my inv–'

He was cut off by the gun literally disappearing.

'That answers that.' Anyway, he left the ammo box there for later and grabbed the black case placing it on the table.

Marcus opened it and was greeted with the sight of…a holster of some sort. Since he thought of placing his Malorian in the inventory, he imagined it appearing in his hand and it worked.

He put on the holster which now thinking about it, felt more like a utility belt as there were two slots for guns and what looked like magazine holders; there were 8 of those. The number of mags he had in total is 9. Nice attention to detail Mr. Examiner.

The man slotted in the gun, put the black case back on the floor, and headed out.

'Oh there was a small chair near the door, how'd I not notice that from the wardrobe?' Marcus shook his head as he saw where he assumed was where he'd put on his shoes and such. He was not a believer in wearing shoes in the house or apartment in this case.

Now for the fun part. On the right side of the door was where his computer was which was just a screen. It had the typical Cyberpunk emails and surfing the net, but also a new tab for games. There was also a keyboard and mouse along with multiple controllers which was nice.

'I don't see any consoles so everything should be in the games tab.' He tapped on the selection and the whole screen showed all the games I've ever played along with console games. There are multiple pages of them. 'Convenient.' He thought.

Controllers on the shelf above along with drinks like NiCola and RealWater. Also alcohol… 'Does The Examiner think I'm an alcoholic?' Maybe he thinks I will be with enough time in this world, which is a fair assumption. He probably will be.

Under the desk was a medium-sized trash can. Enough said.

There were also 4 chairs in case I had people over. The desk protruded from the screen on the right and there was a microwave…

'Shit! I forgot that the food here was synthetic. I should've asked for modified taste buds so it wouldn't taste like shit.' Lamenting at his lack of foresight, he came out of it and searched in the compartment below the microwave.

More glasses, but also plates, bowls, and cups. Nice. Not like he has a kitchen though. Does he have to clean them in the bathroom sink? That's some shit.

Another digital image leading to the bathroom with it showing a picture of a menacing Kaido. 'It goes hard, but why to the entrance of the bathroom? Is it cause he drinks a shit ton and has to piss it out? How strange.' He shook his head.

Oh wait he didn't even check his bed. He was too hard focused on the straw hat and more of the cool stuff.

Making his way back, he saw another digital image: "Wake the fuck up, Samurai. We've got a city to burn" along with the Samurai logo. 'Fitting to wake up and see first thing in the morning, but I woke up on my side. Oh well.'

Next to the image was a shelf with what seemed to be journals, writing utensils, and guitar picks. Checking the notebooks, they were all empty. The bed was quite big as he can fully stretch his limbs with his towering figure. 

That was about it.

Moving to the bathroom, it had the usual amenities like a toothbrush, soap…dish soap. Oh right, the dishes and such. Looking at the drawer underneath had the usual plumbing, cleaning supplies, and trash bags. Behind him was what looked like a washer and dryer combo machine.

He also saw the shower and toilet. Luckily this toilet had a door instead of hanging green shit. Whatever that was.

Marcus was now curious at what he looked like so he stepped up to the mirror, but it was off.

'Who thought this was a good idea?' He shook his head and tried tapping on the mirror and it worked.

…

'...I look like John Wick, which means I look like Johnny Silverhand. What the fuck, bro.' He was in disbelief.

He knew he didn't have Gyomei's hair considering he felt it touch his shoulders and also a beard.

Marcus had flowing black hair, dark brown eyes, and a nice fullish beard.

'First, the cosplay clothes, and now I have John Wick's or Johnny Silverhand's face, doesn't really matter since they are similar, but why does it seem like The Examiner wants me to cosplay? Is there some logical explanation for this? Wait…that suit in the wardrobe was definitely John Wick's suit. God damn…' It seems he is cursed to cosplay.

Just because he wanted his combat potential didn't mean he wanted to look like him, but thinking about it further, Marcus thought it was fine. The Examiner could've made him ugly or blind. Best to accept these blessings.

Coupled with the straw hat, he felt he had to make a statement.

"I will become the greatest cosplayer in the world!" Just kidding. Marcus noted the deep voice which only cemented his acceptance of his appearance.

'A 7-foot-tall John Wick. That's pretty terrifying.' He couldn't help but chuckle.

Walking back to the sofa, he put on the straw hat.

The shutters to the apartment were open and there was a small sitting area under the window.

He put his foot on the small couch and looked out the window brimming with confidence and a wild grin.

"Alright Night City, let's see what you got." He thought that sounded cool or preem as they say here.

Would've been sick if he wasn't in his underwear.

He also has to look at the black case on the coffee table.

Bro was not cooking.

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Bit of an introductory chapter, but it had to be done. Had to explain where everything was and got a little progress out of it too. Some may say it is heavy exposition but I love details and imagining worlds and places in my head. It also helps it's based on V's apartment so it's even clearer.

The only time I'd explain something like this again is if he gets new shit. He will. It won't be anywhere as long as this.

Next, we will get into the game system and training.

You might be wondering why he heard the increase of skill instead of seeing it and that will be explained next chapter, or maybe some of you will be able to tell why anyway.

Thanks for all the support and see you in the next chapter!

Later!