"P-P-P-Player, what are we going to do?" Tiny Mita, staying in the shirt pocket, asked with a trembling voice, clutching his clothes tightly, terrified that Alain would shake her off.
Alain cupped her small head soothingly. His expression wasn't panicked; he calmly gazed straight ahead.
There, were as many as twelve viruses.
They looked identical, like black worms with white code circling their bodies. Some hung down, while others contracted their bodies, poised to attack.
Clearly, they were Alain's old friends—Devouring Entities.
Just moments ago, he and Tiny Mita had been traveling without encountering any viruses. Gradually, their vigilance had dropped, and they had raised a flag:
"When we get back safe and sound this time, remember to buy me a set of small clothes." Tiny Mita was referring to the virtual currency in "MiSide". "This time, I want to wear a sailor suit!"
And so, at the very next corner, they encountered a small swarm of Devouring Entities.
Alain sized up the disgusting worms and checked the Safety Guard panel.
He hadn't assigned the "Virus" identity to Tiny Mita, so the bullying just now didn't count, and the progress bar remained at 0%. In other words, even if the cleaning acceleration order had been adjusted to 25%, he couldn't draw the greatsword.
"What do we do, what do we do, what do we do? It's all because of what I said..." The little guy was still brooding over the flag she set, though Alain didn't really believe in such superstitions.
"Don't worry, I've raised flags plenty of times."
If there's a superstition, just break it.
Even without the cleaning acceleration, he currently possessed the buff from the game controller. Moreover, Millie had modified the game controller, and given that his Bro was a gaming expert—fighting games were naturally a piece of cake.
Therefore, Alain decided to treat this as bare-handed combat to cultivate his character.
"Pfft—"
Just as he was thinking, a worm that had been gathering momentum lunged at him fiercely, like a stone from a slingshot.
It curled up again in mid-air, then suddenly extended, its speed jumping to another level, completing a secondary acceleration.
"Bro, I'm ready!" Meanwhile, Millie's voice in his headset put him at ease.
Alain could feel the muscles flowing within his body, strength gradually moving towards his arms and legs.
He stared at the encroaching Devouring Entity. In this instant, he could see the code flowing on the worm's surface and its opening maw.
Alain made to take a step, his heel lifting—his right fist was already in a state of exertion, ready to deal the virus a heavy blow at any moment.
But at that moment—a figure moved even faster than him, darting past Alain's shoulder and arriving in front of him.
In his peripheral vision, a blue-and-red shadow, wrapped in the faint fragrance of a girl, drifted to the space between him and the virus.
Alain was slightly surprised, his eyes immediately drawn to the dark blue high ponytail surging with her steps.
It was a young girl dressed in the standard Mita factory outfit, her hair tied up with a small skull hair accessory into a high ponytail that reached her hips.
Her steps were fast and agile, and in moments she made contact with the lead Devouring Entity.
"Bam."
A straight punch punched a hole right through the oncoming Devouring Entity.
"Ah, her! She is—" Tiny Mita in the pocket seemed especially excited upon seeing her.
But the girl's battle wasn't over yet. Seeing the high-ponytail Mita, the viruses curled their bodies one after another, turning into arrows and lunging forward.
Yet in Alain's gaze, the high-ponytail Mita remained unruffled even when besieged by enemies.
Her hand reached under her skirt.
"???"
Wait a minute, isn't that a bit strange? Reaching under the skirt during a fight?
Alain thought he was seeing things due to a visual error. But in the next moment, a baseball bat appeared in her previously empty hand.
"Chi."
The first swing shattered the lead Devouring Entity. Black garbled code poured down like water, slightly dampening her clothes.
"Bang—"
The second swing hit another flying worm, smashing it into a pile of garbage with extraordinary strength.
"Pfft—!"
The third swing. This attack was particularly ear-piercing; the Devouring Entity became an indescribable mass of matter upon impact.
One worm after another perished under her baseball bat. Her ponytail, flying with her intense movements, didn't hinder her action in the slightest. Sometimes she even used her ponytail as a long whip, thrashing the Devouring Entities into confusion.
Short-Haired Mita via Alain's headset and Tiny Mita in his pocket raised their voices simultaneously.
"That's Cool Mita!"
Under her dancing baseball bat, piles of garbled code flowed onto the ground and gradually disappeared.
The final swing smashed into the ground, blooming into a flower cluster of garbled code.
With that, only the slightly panting high-ponytail girl, the spectating Alain, Tiny Mita, and everyone in the headset remained on the field.
Cool Mita looked thoughtfully at the bent baseball bat, and after two seconds, seemed to reach a conclusion: she casually tossed it aside.
With a "Clack, clack," Alain saw Cool Mita walking quickly towards him.
Until she stood in front of him, looking up to gaze at him.
The girl had one hand on her hip, while the other lay flat against her thigh following the curve of her body. Her body leaned slightly, looking—
Indeed, very cool.
According to Alain's knowledge, Mitas were named based on appearance or personality. And this Cool Mita before him was presumably named using appearance as the principle.
"Hey, hey! Look here!" Tiny Mita raised her small hand high, bouncing twice in Alain's pocket, trying to attract Cool Mita's attention. "Cool Mita, long time no see!"
The girl looked at her silently, her face showing no expression whatsoever. Her gaze focused on Tiny Mita for a short two seconds before looking back at Alain.
"Your pet?"
"..." Tiny Mita's face instantly froze, her body seeming to be encased in a layer of plaster.
Alain thought, if there were a tiny version of a clown mask, he could put it on her.
"No, this is my partner." He was still relatively protective of his friend's image in front of outsiders.
"Is this how you treat a partner?" Cool Mita finished speaking, then vividly mimicked a few gestures of "lifting high" and "mua". "Like this, or like this."
Tiny Mita's eyes died; the bright pupils lost all their light. She treated Alain's pocket as a quilt, burying her small head inside.
Alain's mouth twitched, and he also realized she was the stalker from not long ago. He simply asked,
"You saw it all? Where did you start watching?"
"From when you two looked at each other." Her expression remained unchanged.
Tiny Mita's heart died too.
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