The Chrome Monster's meal

“It seems it doesn’t suit your taste.”

[No matter what you served, it wouldn’t have suited my taste anyway. I cannot taste anything.]

Rodrick Smith said so as he tightened his steel grip, crumpling the titanium container like a sheet of paper and throwing it away.

It doesn’t seem like a lie. Is it a side effect of full-body modification?

Then again, there’s a reason his nickname is “Chrome Monster”.

He plastered his body flawlessly with unauthorized, high-output cyberware, using his own body as a laboratory, so there’s no way his nervous system would remain intact.

One should consider it fortunate that he only lost his sense of taste instead of experiencing the Cyberpsycho phenomenon like in some other world’s setting.

However, that was Rodrick Smith’s circumstance, and at that moment, only one thought crossed my mind.

'Then why did you order it if you can’t even taste it, you son of a bitch.'

As expected of the leader of a terrorist group, he is incredibly wicked. It pisses me off, but I can’t exactly get angry, so I smiled and said...