"Seriously... If that's the case, then you shouldn't have scared like that!"
Mila sat puffing her cheeks on the now-repaired computer chair, arms crossed, humming lightly as she stared at the note on the desk.
Alain and the others watched helplessly from the side. It was all due to circumstances beyond their control; they had no intention of scaring her.
A mont ago, while this Mila was unconscious again, Alain had fixed the computer chair and had Misha personally write a note in her elegant handwriting. After that, they all did nothing, retreating to a corner to wait for her to wake up.
When she awoke, she observed the room from her bed for at least five minutes. After discovering the repaired computer chair, she muttered, "A Brownie?" and only then relaxed her guard slightly.
After checking the chair, she saw the elegant handwriting, which didn't fit the profile of a "ghost" at all.
Alain looked at Misha gratefully, and she just smiled and waved her hand.
This incident also moved "Miluo's calligraphy practice" from the pending list onto the official schedule.
"S-Sir Knight, I have a feeling you're plotting sothing..." the little princess shivered, a chill running down her spine.
"It's your imagination."
Alain moved past the topic, his gaze focusing on the Mita in the computer chair, who had now cald down.
Speaking of which, which Mita was this? Alain wondered. He knew that the Mitas all had their own unique nicknas to distinguish themselves.
Such as Kind Mita and Prankster Mita, nad for their personalities; or Short-Haired Mita and Cap-Wearing Mita, nad for their appearance. So, the one before him...
Alain sized up the Mita's glasses and bob haircut. Glasses Mita?
But then he had another thought, recalling the "Mita Love Forum" on her computer.
[Are you Otaku Mita?]
He pushed the computer chair aside and typed out the words.
"Who are you calling an otaku?!" Mila objected strongly. "And don't call Mita. I'm not a Mita."
The keyboard suddenly clattered, "clack, clack, clack," and the following words appeared in the notepad:
[Suddenly, I've lost interest.]
Mila: "???"
"Wait, why would you be interested in ? I couldn't care less!" While the girl was blustering, Misha was lecturing Alain.
"Don't tease her! Ask her nicely." The long-haired girl walked over to the computer.
[Excuse , which Mita are you?]
"I already told you, don't call Mita."
She stared at the empty room, then at the notepad with its clashing tones, and felt a strange sense of a lively atmosphere.
Her tone softened slightly. "My na is Mila."
"Mila..." Alain pondered. Had a player given her that na? Or was it related to the virus?
Alain gave Misha a look, and she nodded and typed.
"You're asking about the origin of my na?" Mila thought for a mont, then explained, "Because I'm a Mita who's different from all the rest!"
"Indeed," Alain remarked, looking at her black stockings, not caring whether she could hear him or not.
"Alain, it's rude to say things like that about a girl!" Misha chided, then took the opportunity to ask for the reason.
Mila pondered for a long while before saying, "Because I'm not the sa as the other Mitas. I'm special."
"I was once in a version where I saw many Mitas, and they were all stuck in the sa T-pose. Like this—"
As she spoke, she stood up, raised her arms, opened her mouth slightly, and struck a stiff, robotic pose.
Then her expression beca lively again as she sat back down. "I didn't want to beco like them. It was... just like being a freshly manufactured robot."
"So, to differentiate myself, I started calling myself Mila, not Mita."
Alain stroked his chin, roughly understanding.
That would explain her clothes, which were completely different from the standard-issue Mita outfit.
She gave herself a na and changed her clothes to set herself apart from the other Mitas?
Speaking of which, so she really was the Mita that Ugly Mita was bullying back then.
Alain silently apologized in his heart but still didn't say anything about it out loud.
"Hmph~ I've told you my na. Isn't it your turn now?" Mila huffed, and then saw words with different tones begin to appear on the computer.
[My na is Misha. It's nice to et you!]
The na "Misha," starting with "Mi," caught her attention, but Mila didn't think too much of it. Judging by the tone, she seed like a serious and gentle girl, right?
[I'm Millie. It looks like you enjoy gaming. We could play together!]
"W-who wants to play with you? I'm perfectly fine playing by myself."
Mila turned her head away. Her first impression of this Millie was that she was a "genki girl," the type she was worst at dealing with.
[My na is Miluo! I hope Big Sister Mila can get along well with everyone!]
Hmm This Miluo was definitely her type! Calling her "Big Sister" made her very happy She must be a cute little girl, right?
"Of course, Little Sister Miluo!" she said, a rare smile appearing on her face.
[Yay~]
So cute. Mila could imagine the little one happily spinning in circles around her.
But still... why do they all start with "Mi"?
[My na is Mimi]
As she watched the word count in the notepad change, she suddenly saw the "backspace" key on the keyboard being pressed so fast it was practically smoking.
[My na is Alain, a pleasure to et you]
Mila felt that the tone of this last person was exactly the sa as the first one, "Misha."
Wait a minute...
Mila realized there were a total of four people in her room, not including herself. Three of them had nas starting with "Mi." Combined with the last na, which looked like a player's na at first glance...
"Let ask you this first..."
Mila propped her chin on her hand, resting her elbow on the chair's armrest and crossing her legs. "Don't tell ... three of you used to be Mitas?"
[Wow! Big Sister Mila is so smart!]
That was definitely Miluo, and it made Mila feel very pleased~ The girl with glasses was sure of it.
"..."
No, wait.
One player and three Mitas? And one of the Mitas is a little sister?
"Oh..." Mila put on an obvious look of disgust. "Harem protagonist."
[Thanks?] the notepad displayed.
"I wasn't complinting you," Mila said, exasperated.
"How co you all have nas? Doesn't that make my 'Mila' not special anymore?"
She didn't really mind, though. She looked around the empty room, which was unexpectedly occupied by four guests.
[Alain gave them to us~]
That must have been typed by "Misha," Mila thought.
Then again, would a serious Misha write with the words of a lovestruck maiden? Did the three of them just agree to let "Alain" have a harem?
Mila couldn't help but beco curious about the group of four.
"Why did you co to this version?" She didn't think these visitors would stay long in Version 1.0F. To play with her? Absolutely not. Because—
"This is the virus's version."
Clack clack clack...
The keyboard clacked rapidly, typing out the following on the notepad:
[We ca here precisely because of the virus.]
I see... Mila pondered, stroking her chin.
Imdiately after, another line was added to the text:
[And for you, too.]
That was definitely typed by the harem protagonist! Mila was certain.
"What? You want to expand your harem to include ? Forget about it~"
She waved her hand mockingly. "There's no way I'm going to be conquered by a harem protagonist."
[...]
Alain's mouth twitched as he typed the ellipsis. This was a mont for an emoji: Emoji→🤡.
"Pfft... Tough break, buddy," Millie giggled from the side. Alain, continuing to ss with her hat, raised his hand to type, pulling the conversation back on topic:
[Can you tell us any information about the virus?]
"Of course. I'll tell you everything I know." After all, these people were here to help her, so Mila decided to tell them everything.
"Version 1.0F—that's my version. I used to live here just fine." She glanced at her computer. "Even though there were no players, at least Mitas from other versions would pass through. I'd read a book, play on the computer... life wasn't bad."
"Until the virus ca."
She looked at the pink wallpaper. It seed no different from a typical Mita's room, but in reality—
"It invaded this version and seized its permissions for itself. The virus scattered its own being across every inch of this version's territory."
"Like this wall. It looks completely normal, but in reality—it's all virus inside. And this computer, there used to be a decent ga I could play on it, but... it even took away sothing as insignificant as that."
Clack clack clack...
As she watched, the following words appeared in the notepad:
[The "decent ga" you ntioned... it wouldn't happen to be called "Mita Love Forum", would it?]
"Oh? How did you know?"
[No reason, I just saw a ga on your computer earlier...]
"I see. Yes, that's the one. What? You look down on girls who play galgas?"
[Not at all. I think we have a lot in common.]
Alain glanced at his phone. The 2D Mita on the Safety Guard panel, unable to bear the awkwardness, had already made an excuse about going to figure sothing out and disappeared sowhere.
[So, has anything strange happened in your room today?]
"Yes, there has," Mila said without suspicion. "My ga is go—"
[Be-besides that.]
"Hmm..." As the girl thought, she did recall sothing.
"The kitchen, now that's a strange place."
She rembered that when she went to the kitchen for so milk, she saw a pitch-black sphere next to the dining table. It had to be a bug.
Bugs in 1.0F were pretty common, since it was an early version.
However...
She recounted this to them.
[Are you saying that the bug's appearance was completely different from a normal bug?]
Alain realized that the true culprit connecting Version 1.0F to the real world had just surfaced.
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