"The Failure is tough; the wood on its body's surface seems as hard as metal, and striking it even creates sparks. However, the German-imported chainsaw is tougher. It successfully severed all four of its limbs. There wasn't much of a bloody scene; the Failure's body is mostly filled with mechanical structures. But Millie still couldn't help but look away. "Too… too scary. Alain, looking at you now, you're a bit like a psycho."
"Just tell me, was it satisfying or not," Alain raised an eyebrow.
"Satisfying!" Millie said, feeling a sense of relief throughout her body.
Alain's dismemberment of the Failure into a human stick wasn't just for kicks. In the process of dismantling it, he was trying to see if he could find any clues inside the thing. But unfortunately, besides discovering that this thing couldn't even speak, there was only the minor incident of Alain almost getting bitten by it. The trail of clues came to a temporary halt. Alain cut off its head. This Failure that had come to the real world completely lost its vitality.
"Phew… Is it finally over?" Millie's stomach rumbled twice. She was missing Misha's cooking a little, but she still waited downstairs with Alain. Seeing that she hadn't left, Alain also took the girl's hand.
Just as she was about to speak, he said first, "I've already thought of a reason for us to hold hands this time."
"Wha-what is it?" Millie instinctively felt that this guy, who couldn't bring out an ivory from a dog's mouth, was definitely going to say something unnecessary.
"The hands of a prospective boyfriend and prospective girlfriend."
"…" She turned her face away without replying. Her usually lively personality fell silent.
Alain didn't pay it any mind; one thing at a time. He would deal with Millie's matter later. He looked at the time; it was almost half past eight. He picked up one of the Failure's arms and walked onto the street. He was familiar with the sanitation worker who collected trash in this area, and at this time, he was usually at the corner trash can dealing with the trash.
"Uncle," Alain called out, leading Millie over. The kind-looking old man saw him and put down his work. "Little Alain, what is it?" The worker immediately noticed the girl hiding behind Alain. "You got such a pretty little girlfriend? Not bad, not bad."
"Thank you, I'll treat you to wedding wine another day," Alain said, bowing his head. Millie, who didn't understand the situation, also blushed and said thank you.
"Oh, you're too kind. Then I'll have to give you a big red envelope!"
After the two exchanged a few pleasantries, Alain took out the Failure's arm and pretended not to understand, "Can you help me see what kind of trash this is?" The old man took the wooden arm, looked it up and down, and then observed the mechanical structure inside. "Hey, it's quite heavy. There's a lot of iron inside, and probably a power source. This is not easy to sort." The sanitation worker seemed very helpless.
"Have you seen this kind of trash before?" Alain asked with a smile.
"No. Hey! Now that you mention it, this is the first time I've seen it," the old man said, amazed, and handed it back to Alain.
"Then I'll take it home, break it down, and bring it to you."
"Okay, thanks for the trouble, Little Alain."
After saying goodbye to the sanitation worker, Alain led Millie back downstairs to their small home. He casually tossed the arm into the pile of the Failure's remains.
"Alain, it's very strange." The girl, who had been observing the worker's expression along with Alain, had a serious look on her face, her gaze fixed on the Failure's arm. Alain didn't deny it, looking intently at the mechanical arm.
When he handed the arm to the sanitation worker for inspection, the other party didn't show the slightest hint of surprise, as if the appearance of the Failure's arm in reality, and even in his hands, was a matter of course. No surprise, nothing beyond recognition, just as it should be…
"What on earth is going on?" Belatedly, a cold sweat broke out on Alain's back. Millie looked at his side profile and worriedly took out a handkerchief, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"People's perception has been hindered. Only we are not affected. Just like… the chase on the street earlier," Millie stated her conclusion. And Alain also took out his phone; until now, he hadn't received a single call. When Misha fought with the Failure, she had wrecked the supermarket. As a result, until now, he hadn't received any news about compensation or a call from the police.
Furthermore… How did the Failure get out of the computer? What happened to the Pocket Mita in the screen? Why would an electronic virus, or rather, a game product like the Failure, appear in reality? These were all questions. However, there was one thing Alain could confirm:
"The comfort zone of the real world no longer exists."
Alain felt a bit of a headache and wanted to look at the starry sky, but his gaze couldn't help but drift to the lit window of his small home. Finally, his gaze focused on Millie's face. Thinking too much wasn't a good thing anyway, and what he had to do wouldn't change.
"What's wrong?" As the girl was puzzled, Alain brought her small hand to his face. She was here, they were here. Because of this… he was not alone. Alain, Millie, and Misha were all his support; they were in a relationship of mutual protection and help. But. That garbage Altered Form, he had to kill. Alain's face darkened. The black spots on the Failure's face were very likely related to it.
"Phew," he let out a turbid breath, establishing his goal and stabilizing his mentality. At this point, he still needed to resolve Millie's matter. No, it wasn't just Millie's matter, but his, their matter.
"Alain?" The girl's eyes met Alain's, and she saw the deep exhaustion in them. He must be very tired too… Millie bit her lip, thinking this. Thinking carefully, after days of high-intensity missions in the game world, even reaching the real world was not peaceful. Alain… was fighting for her and Misha. "Let's go home."
His next words shattered all of Millie's worries. "Let's go home and get married."
She subconsciously looked at the brightly lit small home upstairs, where the sounds of cooking could occasionally be heard. Obviously, Misha was making a late-night snack for them, who had worked hard. And she and Alain were going to… under Misha's nose… "Let's go home and get married."
Wait! Millie wanted to say this. Her lips, however, were frozen in shock. "I like you."
When he said the third sentence, Millie realized that everything was too late. The order, the order was wrong!!! "No, no… This sentence is for Misha—"
"I like you very much."
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