MiSide: but there are 720 security guards

When Alain picked up the flashlight and slightly illuminated the path ahead, he noticed some... pipe-like things on the ground. They were scattered haphazardly, like tangled snakes, looking particularly gruesome in the eerie, dark environment.

"..."

Even Alain, who had played quite a few horror games, inexplicably felt a sense of apprehension. By the way, Millie hadn't said much since earlier, which was one of the factors contributing to the sudden change in atmosphere.

"Right, Millie." He spoke to her, partly to alleviate his own palpitations, "I heard you talking about players and Mitas just now, right?"

"Ah, that." As they walked forward, Millie seemed to have resolved a knot in her heart, her words carrying a newfound clarity. "I was a bit conflicted earlier, but now I've figured it out. I—"

"If you're troubled by such things, I can be your player."

"?!" Millie's reply was as light as falling snow, yet it suddenly froze on a certain syllable. Alain vaguely felt Millie's small hand tremble slightly, even her steps halting.

At this moment, the two had walked to the first corner of the corridor. Alain thought she was in some danger and instinctively pulled her back to his side. The strands of hair under the girl's hat brim brushed against his neck, which was beaded with cold sweat. She leaned against Alain, her cheek resting on his sturdy shoulder.

"Is there danger? Why are you suddenly acting so strange?" Alain expressed his confusion. After his experiences with the 'bad woman' and Prankster Mita, he was a bit unsure about the relationship between Mitas and players.

He had no doubt that the next Mita he encountered might also claim to be her player. Since he couldn't understand it, he would just follow his heart. Conveniently, Millie seemed particularly troubled by not having a player. Alain also planned to go with the flow.

To further corrupt her. Because Millie was just too fragrant. He couldn't even imagine how interesting it would be to be her player. Alain, having lived nearly twenty years in the real world, knew just how rare a girl was who would play games with him, share many common topics, have an appearance that appealed to his preferences, and could also fight alongside him and be his bro. Crucially, Millie was also a "tsundere."

"P-Player..."

Little did Alain know, the mental knot Millie had just unraveled through her own self-reflection was completely shattered by his words. Conflicting thoughts formed one unbreakable dead knot after another in the girl's heart, a tangled mess.

"You... Why would you say this to me at a time like this?!" The girl took a deep breath, glanced at him, and was once again repelled by those piercing eyes, retreating and turning away.

Alain, was this a confession to her? Did he want to form a player-and-Mita relationship with her? No, it couldn't be... Then what about her best friend? One Mita can only have one player. Then... wouldn't her best friend be abandoned? Absolutely not!

But... what to do, what to do? Could it be... in this mission, she had accidentally charmed Alain?

"!" That was probably the reason. After all, Millie was aware of her own cuteness and sense of humor. Thinking of this, the distraught Millie completely fell into a state of helpless panic.

She just felt... the world was so chaotic, so complicated... She wanted to hold Alain's hand to calm down. No! Can't hold hands! Ah, but... it seems they were still holding hands... Let's skip this for now.

Her heart didn't seem to object to forming a player-and-Mita relationship with Alain? You better object, damn it! Quick, say no! She and Alain were bros, bro and bro! This absolutely couldn't continue... Millie's throat bobbed, her lips slightly parted, her pink tongue moistening her dry lips. Sweat beaded in her palms. But she couldn't even utter a single proper word.

...!

As for a certain instigator, he watched Millie fall into a state of frenzy with a puzzled expression. What kind of risqué thing had his good bro thought of now? That was the only conclusion he could draw. At this point, it was better to just keep moving forward.

"Well then, shall we go?"

"Hold hands."

"...Don't worry, I'll keep holding them."

"Ah! No, what I meant to say... Aaaah, forget it! Wait a minute!" Millie pulled him to a stop.

Only then did Alain notice that the girl's face was flushed like a late summer cloud, her eyes flashing with indignation.

"What's wrong with you?"

His question had just been asked when Millie pulled out the Purple Mood from her equipment bar.

"? ? ?"

Caught off guard, Alain's face was massaged for more than three seconds. Until a "thwack" sound, a knuckle rap knocked Millie's attack away, hitting the girl squarely on the head.

"You actually! Touched my face with that thing again?!"

"Sob, sob, sob, thank you Alain... Finally, finally, I'm out of that state!" Millie felt that although her head hurt a bit from being hit, fortunately, her consciousness had returned to rationality. Her earlier self was really too strange... She really didn't know what would have happened if it had continued.

"..." Seeing Millie, instead of crying after being hit, actually looking happy. This completely baffled Alain. What was going on? Had Millie broken and turned into a masochist?

"Keep moving forward!" Millie tugged at his small hand, urging Alain on.

"Alright..." He was helpless; the two had already passed the first corner by now.

Alain shone the light into the depths of the corridor and saw the small television still displaying a flickering, crimson snowy screen. And the human figure within it was becoming clearer. He could vaguely see a hand, pointing towards the depths of the corridor. Then it waved again.

Alain considered whether to just smash the small television to avoid future trouble.

When he reached the middle of the corridor, and the flashlight could illuminate the grandfather clock at the second corner, he saw a smudged black line extending from the grandfather clock.

"There, what's that?" He thought that after the small television pointed, it waved again, which probably meant "there's danger there." It was ultimately a guess, but it also made Alain raise his guard.

Pulling Millie, he walked beneath the black line. The flashlight's brightness was really insufficient; only here could it illuminate the source of the black line. Raising the angle of the flashlight, the beam hit the wall, finally landing on the object in the corner.

It was a pitch-black mass, looking rather viscous. It also seemed to have spider legs.

"A spider?" Millie muttered from behind him. And that mass immediately grew a pale skull and quickly fled towards a ventilation duct on the side. The next second, it was pierced and shattered by the greatsword, which glowed with blue light.

"Looks scary, but it's actually not much." Millie shook her head indifferently, "My Alain is the strongest!"

"Why do you sound a bit like you're talking about electronic cricket fighting?" Alain retorted.

"You are my cricket. Haha! Alright, let's go to the next—" Millie had just turned her head, wanting to look at the exit door.

But a step ahead, a face covered in black and white garbled code pressed close to her eyes.

"Eh?" Millie's face turned pale, and she almost fainted.

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