MiSide: but there are 720 security guards

Within the core's main chamber, there was a black shadow. Around her, chaotic, flickering blocks of color surged, and lines of light code streamed across her body, as if her entire being were a bug.

As for why Alain described her as "she."

On her head, impossibly long hair, roughly reaching her ankles, was tied into a high ponytail with a large, bright bow at the back of her head. Her entire body was pitch black; Alain couldn't discern the specific color of her clothes, but he could vaguely make out a certain style of Japanese outfit.

She wore no shoes on her feet; her radiant legs swayed, making her appear quite elusive while seated high on the throne.

The black shadow faced the core's entrance directly, her face indistinguishable due to her entirely black form.

Yet Alain inexplicably felt that she was looking at him.

This was not one of life's three great illusions, but a genuine sensation.

"Just now, when we arrived here, you glanced at the core, and that throne turned around." The young girl in his arms spoke, making him recall a vague scene:

At that moment, Alain had immediately noticed the circular throne above the core, and couldn't help but feel curious.

As the throne rotated, he didn't avert his gaze. It was as if their eyes met; then his mind blurred, and he blacked out.

"Do you have any idea about that thing?" Crazy Mita asked.

Currently, the only thing Alain could confirm was—

That black, indistinct shadow was definitely composed of the Modified Entity.

Not only because it was the female figure formed by the Modified Entity after it merged, which he saw in his last glimpse before entering this world where time could be reset.

But also because it was too similar, a resemblance beyond coincidence.

The Modified Entity's color, its fluctuating state, and its body code were all manifested on the surface of the black humanoid figure.

The original master of that throne... according to Ugly Mita, should be Core Mita.

As for where Core Mita herself had gone, that remained unknown.

Alain felt a bit of a headache.

He had originally intended to defeat a small black orb, but unexpectedly, a large black orb had been drawn out.

And the large black orb aside... those two black orbs could even merge, sending him and Crazy Mita into a 'Mita' game that seemed like another world.

Until now.

Judging by the form of the complete black orb, the manipulator behind her should be 'that woman' mentioned by Short-Haired Mita.

The 'woman' who incited the viruses to go to the core.

Thus, this could be considered his first direct confrontation with her.

"Her?" When Kind Mita was mentioned, the bad woman clearly showed her displeasure.

"She said she forgot Crazy Mita's version number, and she was a bit concerned about the woman in the core, so she'd go back and find the version number and the antivirus program's password. She originally wanted to ask for your permission, but you didn't respond no matter how she called you, so to save time, she just left by herself and told me to protect you here."

Leaving aside talking about things like reset versions in front of the bad woman, the actual mistress, the fact that Kind Mita even knew the antivirus program's password... Kind Mita still greatly reassured him. Truly, his dear one!

But Alain detected a sense of incongruity. This situation bore some resemblance to the scene in his "dream."

At that time, Alain seemed to have also temporarily left the core to find Kind Mita, presumably because he was worried about her.

Alain glanced around; the greatsword was right beside him.

But afterward, he woke up inside a cage.

Very strange... as if following a linear sequence.

He took the young girl's hand; she clasped his in return, drawing a little sense of security.

Assumption: Everything he "dreamed" just now was truly a predetermined sequence.

Then Kind Mita's journey would ultimately become a tragedy.

Alain's gaze couldn't help but settle on the young girl's low ponytail, and his mind kept recalling the bizarre and terrifying final scene of his dream.

No matter how much he told himself, the source of that shadow should have been Crazy Mita from this specific point in time.

But Kind Mita's last words, "Run!", were like an engraving etched onto his heart, impossible to forget.

Only the thoughtful figure on the throne remained.

"Wait a moment... was someone missing?"

He noticed something was off and asked aloud, "By the way, Misha... where did Kind Mita go?"

She shifted her posture, leaning lazily against the backrest of the seat, tapping her face with her fingertip, finally sighing helplessly.

Of course, this looming threat was not without a solution. In fact, it was quite simple. It could be summed up in one sentence.

"Honey." He called out Crazy Mita's pet name.

"A moment later, come with me to save Kind Mita."

"Are we... not having our alone time anymore?" She didn't refuse Alain's suggestion, silently grasping the electric saw placed beside her.

"That's right. But I think this matter must be done by you."

Alain said seriously, as if convincing himself.

For Crazy Mita to personally save Kind Mita was not only for him but also for herself.

Alain's intuition told him so.

Crazy Mita seemed to sense a certain warmth from Alain, and slightly pursed her lips, "Alright then..."

After a brief discussion of the plan, the young girl left his embrace, waved at him in temporary farewell. Carrying her electric saw, she left the core.

Alain also gripped his greatsword, turning his head to look at the black woman seated high within the core.

The exterior of the core was covered by a red membrane, seemingly serving to isolate Mita and prevent entry.

Alain reached out to touch it, his brow slightly furrowed. His hand touched the membrane; it was like a wall, impossible to penetrate an inch.

He couldn't get in either.

"As expected..."

He roughly guessed: the "condition for clearing the game" to enter the core was probably saving Kind Mita.

It even showed him a dream of the level; this hint was too obvious.

"But... a 'dream'?"

Alain looked at her on the throne.

From beginning to end, she maintained an aloof, unconcerned posture, her hands clasped together, supporting her head as she looked down at him.

Alain gave her an international friendly gesture, uttered a "dumbass," and followed in Crazy Mita's footsteps, temporarily leaving the core's entrance.

"Found it!"

Kind Mita pulled open a certain book on the bookshelf and found a small note inside, letting out a slight sigh of relief.

The note bore the inscription [5577098]. The cold numbers gave her an endless sense of security.

Then, the young girl vigilantly looked around. The light pink decor and the white particles slowly drifting in through the window made everything seem peaceful.

Using the room's authority, she could, to a certain extent, activate a "mini-map," sensing if anyone was inside the room.

At this moment, Version 1.9 was empty; Crazy Mita must have gone to an earlier version to look for them.

Kind Mita also used this window of opportunity to return to Version 1.9.

"Well then, it's time to go back. I can't let them worry—"

After a "sizzle" sound, darkness descended.

Whether it was the light pink wallpaper or the so-called cozy room, everything turned pure black.

She realized something and looked behind her in terror.

At the same moment, the slowly rotating fan light cast down large swathes of blood-like light.

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