The feeling of Mewtwo is very peculiar.
It can instantly immerse you into a pre-recorded 'memory', allowing you to fully possess the Mewtwo recorder, experiencing everything the recorder felt.
Whether it is fear, happiness, despair, pain, or comfort felt by the recorder, all these emotions are perfectly recreated in the viewer.
The difficulty of filming a legitimate Mewtwo movie is very high because it requires actors to completely immerse themselves according to the script, to provide sufficient emotional impact to the audience.
This is difficult to achieve, which is also the core reason why many Mewtwo movies aren't well received.
Meanwhile, this is precisely why Black Mewtwo has taken the world by storm.
Many people would place Mewtwo recording devices on criminals, letting them engage in thrilling activities directly.
Some even pervertedly place the recording device on victims, whose recorded Black Mewtwo almost allows people to feel an extreme sensory impact—this impact is highly addictive.
Imagine, what happens when a junkie records the moment they overdose on Mewtwo?
There will be countless addicts wanting to purchase that Mewtwo tape!
Even if it's just to endlessly cycle a pleasurable death in Mewtwo when they can't afford real drugs, they would still buy it!
Cases of brain death because of this are numerous, yet Black Mewtwo remains impossible to ban.
The Mewtwo Mercer experienced is an official one, but...is this thing really official for men?
In just one hour of Mewtwo, Mercer successfully experienced being a Sailor Moon, including:
The thrill of justice when arresting criminals, the palpable closeness in celebratory hugs with fellow Sailor Moon warriors...
Damn, those comrades are undeniably hot! They just look about fifteen or sixteen, making him feel a bit guilty about his excitement!
Of course, the recorders are definitely adults; in the Cyber World, age is just a number—an 80-year-old lady can transform into a youthful girl.
Besides, there are those transformation scenes that can be paused anytime for repeated appreciation...damn, and this thing's age rating is only 8+?
The shared sensation of smell, touch, and all senses makes Mercer, who originally felt his emotions fading, feel emotionally charged again.
Exhilarating, truly exhilarating, Mercer, after taking off the headband, was still savoring the scene at the finale where he was hugged by a group of Sailor Moon warriors in celebration.
It's just that there were also two lumps before him in the Mewtwo experience and the emptiness below felt a bit awkward.
"Mewtwo is really great..."
If 8+ is like this, wouldn't 18+ be heavenly?
Damn, Mercer decided that when he gets to Night City, he definitely has to taste some Mewtwo properly, no, rather critique critique it!
No wonder this world is so messed up, why would anyone want to struggle for real when everyone can enjoy Mewtwo? No matter how shitty reality is, simply put on the headband, and instantly enjoy a perfect life, it's utterly corrosive.
"Right! It's good, isn't it?" Kyoko's voice brought Mercer back to reality. He then saw others in the room looking at him with somewhat odd eyes.
Tetsuya Daichi was the first to turn his head, pressing Leon's head and reconnecting the personal data line to the gaming console.
Meanwhile, Lucy couldn't help but curl her lips, smiling at him with crescent-shaped eyes: "Your smile just now... uh, how should I put it, it's the first time I've seen anyone besides Kyoko watch a Sailor Moon's Mewtwo like that."
Mercer remained unfazed: "It was just my first experience with Mewtwo, and the feeling is indeed novel."
Leon couldn't help but snicker, which earned him an elbow from Daichi.
Lucy also couldn't hold her laughter and began to laugh more and more gleefully, eventually laughing so hard that tears almost welled up in her eyes.
Daichi and Leon also couldn't hold back their laughter any longer, while only Kyoko remained puzzled, not knowing why everyone was laughing; she only knew that Lucy seemed to have covered Mercer with a blanket...
Wasn't it because she was afraid of him getting cold? What's so funny about that?
Mercer looked down and noticed someone had kindly draped a blanket over his knees—he forgot he hadn't changed out of his hospital's vacuum suit yet.
Why cover up his knees? The answer soon became clear.
Damn, even though the emotions he felt in Mewtwo were from someone else, it didn't mean his emotions disappeared; they were just overshadowed by stronger emotions.
Moreover, because the mind was immersed in Mewtwo, perception of the outside world almost vanished.
This means that although he couldn't feel his body in Mewtwo, his body faithfully reflected all his thoughts in Mewtwo.
For instance, the excited feeling when close to the Sailor Moon—damn, he's genuinely hungry... no, should say it's great to have a young body.
This has nothing to do with his personal will, really!
"Ahem." Mercer felt a long-lost emotion called 'embarrassment', and besides simple shyness, he also felt like he had misled a child or embarrassed himself in front of kids.
This feeling was especially overwhelming, leaving him momentarily unable to think of a reason to explain, so he simply gave up.