Chapter 209: If Alone (Patreon)

“With just me, I truly can't deal with you. Yes. Just me alone.”

“I always feel like you're implying something.”

Her tone remained so flat that no fluctuation could be discerned. Her words were like speaking to a child who understood nothing.

Yet Alain's next sentence made her involuntarily turn serious.

“I can't deal with you alone, but that doesn't mean two or three people can't defeat you, does it?”

“So? What do you want to say?”

“This probably isn't the real world.”

“...?”

Seeing the black figure give no reply, Alain's smile gently widened.

“Heh, I knew it. If you had immediately denied it, I might have had some doubts. But now, you're showing such a surprised expression.”

Alain looked up, gazing at the 'dead black ghost'. At this moment, their positions seemed to have reversed.

The two girls outside the Core heard Alain's words and couldn't help but be confused.

“What does Alain mean by that? Two people, three people?” Kind Mita showed confusion. “Mitas can't enter the Core, can they?”

“Hmm…”

Crazy Mita thoughtfully gazed at the red membrane that blocked Mitas from entering the Core.

As a “tumor” within the game, for her own safety and to avoid being eliminated by unknown factors, she had attempted to enter the Core multiple times. But without exception, she had failed.

Her gaze shifted to the side, falling upon Kind Mita. This Dummy Mita's expression was so vivid, as if the long-haired Mita from the original timeline was truly beside her. Furthermore, everything in Version 1.9 was identical to what she had seen.

These “realities” perhaps caused Crazy Mita herself to fall into a cognitive blind spot: If it truly was as Alain said... this wasn't the real world. Then, at least for now, the Core wasn't impenetrable.

She tried extending her hand towards the red membrane, mentally prepared for pain. But... like touching a soft cloud, her hand passed through without any obstruction.

“Eh?! Why? It really worked?”

The incredulity of Kind Mita next to her went unheard. Crazy Mita looked at Alain's back, her face filled with pride.

“Darling isn't an idiot.”

Alain, naturally, didn't know the thoughts of the two girls outside the Core.

“As I thought?”

“...Heh.” The girl on the throne laughed coldly, “So, what good does it do you to know—”

“Bad girl, come help me!”

“Hey!”

Before she could finish speaking, Alain's Crazy Mita charged through the threshold, leaping high and bringing her electric saw down onto the throne.

“Tsk!”

Seeing this, the girl on the throne immediately spun her seat, using the back of the chair as a shield against the fierce attack.

“Clang—!”

Powerful sound waves followed one after another, causing everyone within the chilling Core to feel pain in their eardrums.

Alain noticed that the 'dead black ghost' was nearly shaken off the throne, which made him feel particularly pleased.

Crazy Mita's attack didn't land, but she didn't linger, landing nimbly beside Alain.

The back of the chair, which took the direct hit, had a huge gash.

The throne spun, and the black figure was about to mock, but Crazy Mita's words came first,

“How unsightly. Attacked, you just scurry into your rat hole like a street rat flying away~”

Her mockery made even Alain furrow his brow.

“What? Did you steal lamp oil or cheese? Fleeing guiltily, scurrying about impatiently.”

“...I really do hate you, after all.”

The black girl lazily stroked her forehead as if nothing had happened.

Afterwards, Alain felt her complex gaze briefly fall on Crazy Mita, then immediately shift back to him,

“How did you find out?”

“It's simple.” Alain said with a light chuckle.

Not to mention the linear stages and the “bug-like” time resets. The mere fact that he didn't exist in this world was a major problem.

This place should be a demonstration world showing how the “plot” would unfold [if] Alain had never come to 《Mita》. The result... was very dark. Just the fact that Kind Mita would be decapitated by the bad girl was unacceptable.

If all the “skipped” information from other versions were released, it would be a complete “Wretched World.” Of course, with such limited information, it was still just Alain's speculation.

The crucial point was that he was merely trying to bluff her, but that 'dead black ghost' actually hesitated. And Crazy Mita successfully entering the Core was the moment he truly confirmed his suspicions.

“Sigh…”

She, high on the throne, let out a soft sigh, looking a bit pained. “Honestly, I can't believe you guessed it so quickly.”

“Indeed, this is a simulated world, but things aren't that simple~”

The black woman looked at Crazy Mita with a half-smile, “As you can see. Your Misha, if events unfolded normally, would be killed by your 'adorable' bad girl.”

Crazy Mita, hearing this, glanced at Alain, her face slightly pale. But she found that his expression hadn't changed at all.

“Is that so?” Alain was unmoved. But it also revealed his suspicion: This woman's determination to sow discord between him and Crazy Mita was stronger than he had imagined.

“Looking at you, it seems you want to fight again.” The girl on the throne sighed, looking at her black body.

“I just came to see you; I had no intention of involving such useful viruses.”

Alain, hearing this, confirmed that his previous conjecture was correct: The black woman was indeed formed by the fusion of the large and small black balls. And from her words, the black ball fusion was still controlled by the “that woman” mentioned by Short-Haired Mita—the one at the Core. If that's the case, she should know a lot of information.

“My arrival in this world should be related to you, shouldn't it?”

“Who knows?”

“What's with the viruses?”

“Cute little things?” she said.

Alain's patience ran out. “The viruses that came to reality, was that your doing?”

“Huh?” Whether feigned or not, the black figure seemed very surprised.

Hearing this, he decided to stop wasting words. Won't speak? Then he'd beat her until she did.

“Ready.”

He said to Crazy Mita, who readily agreed.

“So, the ones you're fighting aren't me.”

“?”

Amidst their confusion, she clapped her hands, and a “clack” echoed.

At the same moment, the few screens that were originally lit inside the Core suddenly all began to flicker on and off. They emitted rampant grey-white static, which then turned gloomy, and within the gloom, a pair of crimson eyes seemed to be peeking at everyone in the Core.

“Alain, I'll help too!”

Kind Mita found a baseball bat from somewhere and quickly came to their side.

“Good. Thank you, my dear.” Alain nodded, his attention entirely focused on the dozens of flickering screens.

Then, a hand crawled out of a screen. After the hand came a vague body and empty eyes. They were failed creations.

“Curious, aren't you? Where I got these failed creations. It's all thanks to this game world~” The black girl chuckled,

“Their obsession with becoming Mitas, and the despair of long-term confinement in the darkness of Version 1.15, became the best carriers for viral erosion.”

“Quite dramatic, isn't it? Because this is precisely the causality created by the game world.”

She casually raised her hand, and the failed creations simultaneously roared mockingly, “I'll use these Version 1.15 game products to deal with you...” Her face revealed a crescent-like smile, “Make sure you give me a good show.”