Alain was a nervous wreck.
He paced away from the computer, restless in his cramped apartnt, eventually stopping at the bathroom door.
"Uh... Is anyone there? Could I maybe get so help? I'm a little... never mind. I'll handle it."
The fleeting thought that a burglar had broken in vanished as quickly as it appeared.
How could that be? No matter how he looked at it, he was the one who'd brought her back...
The "her" in question was, of course, Kind Mita.
But his brain simply couldn't process it: how could a character from a video ga materialize in the real world?
A paper doll? Would she really be a flat, flimsy sheet after entering...?
No, no, no... Mita had been rendered from 3D to 2D, she had a complete character model.
"Ah, I can't get out... Seriously, is this so kind of glitch? If there's anyone there, please don't co in, I'm incredibly embarrassed..."
The ga girl's arrival in the real world hadn't exactly been smooth. She was clearly in so kind of predicant.
Alain knew the answers were inside the bathroom. He took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Ah..."
Alain froze. The girl in the bathroom was equally speechless at the sight of him.
As he'd suspected, the voice belonged to Kind Mita.
And the long-haired girl, his forr comrade-in-arms in the ga, was now utterly flustered.
Her lower body was wedged firmly in the toilet bowl, her rounded bottom acting as a perfect, if unintended, stopper.
"Ah... Alain?"
Her eyes widened in unmistakable surprise. Her face, in stark contrast to her current posture, flushed crimson.
"Um... please don't look at like that. Everyone makes mistakes, you know? It happens."
Ever since Alain had consud the love sauce prepared by the mischievous girl and truly "experienced" her, he'd learned a vital truth: mischievous girls, even Mita-types, were built for childbearing.
In other words, the origin point of life was... substantial.
But Alain had never imagined he'd be using his own toilet as a point of reference.
"Um... Alain, your stare is super weird..."
"..."
It was hard not to stare, honestly.
Alain's ability to speak seed to have deserted him montarily, but his professional instincts, honed from countless gaming sessions, kicked in.
"Sorry, yours... is just too stunning."
"Stunning?"
Kind Mita blinked, montarily confused. Two seconds later, her gaze dropped to her engulfed skirt, and she understood exactly what Alain was implying.
Her already flushed face beca almost translucent, and steam, the kind you usually only saw in video gas, practically rose from her head.
"Stop saying silly things... just help ."
Annoyed by his teasing, Kind Mita still held out her hand frankly.
And Alain, in that mont, just thought... Kind Mita was adorable, truly.
But he didn't forget the task at hand.
He grasped her hand and began to pull.
"Ow, ow, ow! It hurts!"
"It hurts that much? Should I be gentler?"
"No... it's almost out, you need to pull harder..."
"Okay. Ready?"
"Yes, yes... go for it."
Kind Mita's face was a mosaic of red blushes, and she nodded seemingly casually, but Alain could feel her body temperature rising with embarrassnt through her wrist.
Finally, the toilet let out a resounding "pop," releasing its captive. Freedom, at last.
"Ugh... Why did it have to make such a mortifying sound?"
"I thought it was kind of cute."
"Cute... is it? Hmm. Do you want it to swallow you next?"
"Let's not. I don't have much energy left tonight."
"I was joking."
Looking at Kind Mita earnestly delivering a joke, Alain felt a surge of reality.
Kind Mita had really been brought into the real world by the Security Guard program.
And everything that had happened before wasn't a dream, but sothing he'd genuinely lived through.
"Co on, go sit on the sofa and rest."
"Okay. By the way, where are we? A new version of the ga?"
Mita looked around Alain's apartnt with curiosity. The small room was dimly lit, but clean and tidy, revealing the owner's simple lifestyle at a glance.
The glass of the balcony window, next to the computer desk, reflected the twinkling lights of the city night. This unfamiliar scene led her to draw so initial conclusions.
And Alain's answer confird them.
"You've traveled to the real world. Um... you should probably process that."
"Okay... you should too."
"Definitely."
They sat together on the sofa, lost in thought.
Alain was the type to adapt to new situations relatively quickly, while Kind Mita was less adept at handling the unexpected.
These contrasting personalities made Alain's small apartnt strangely quiet after this monuntal event.
In a matter of seconds, Alain's thoughts went from "how am I going to afford to feed another person?" to "how am I going to get Mita a real-world ID?"
Both were daunting prospects.
First, the food issue. It was manageable for now, but his ager wallet would inevitably be stretched thin.
He was already carrying a significant debt: a million, to be exact... A "gift" from his degenerate gambling parents who had fled abroad and used an alias.
The deadline was after his graduation, two years away.
And just then, as if sensing his thoughts, the phone he'd left on the sofa lit up.
"?"
It was a text ssage.
He picked up the phone, unlocked it, and opened the ssage. What he saw made him do a double-take:
[Your account number *********** has received 100,000.]
"100,000?!"
Alain's exclamation drew Mita's attention.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
It was difficult for Alain to fathom the source of this money. Could it be... that those two deadbeats abroad had finally had a change of heart?
"Impossible."
If they had money, they'd gamble it away instantly.
Alain racked his brain, and he vaguely felt that the number 100,000 was familiar.
Then he rembered the Security Guard's progress bar.
"!"
At the end of the Security Guard's progress bar, there was a string of digits, exactly 100,000.
Thinking of this, Alain rushed back to his computer.
The tap tap of the mouse echoed in the room.
"The Mita ga window won't close?"
He minimized the ga, closed the Security Guard's warning pop-up.
Then, he clicked on the Security Guard shortcut on his desktop...
And there it was, the familiar panel that had accompanied him through his gaming adventures, now displayed on his computer screen.
(Author's Note): The main storyline isn't about making money; this just gives the protagonist a reason to return to the ga.
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