MiSide: but there are 720 security guards

The 720 Cloud Storage feature. Store an item in the cloud, accessible in-game. Simple enough.

"..."

This... it’s practically a spatial ring, isn’t it? Alain mused.

His eyes flicked to the next line.

Note: Storage restricted to items related to virus elimination. Requires Security Guard approval.

Stingy bastards, Alain thought wryly. If he’d had this earlier, he could have brought a little "farewell present" for that woman. And in the future... all sorts of "toys" could find their way in there.

A spark of curiosity ignited within him. How much would the progress bar jump if that wicked woman suddenly received one of his... surprises?

Would she blush? Rage? Maybe even cry? A smile would be lovely, and a kiss... even better. AIAI... just the thought is exhilarating.

Speaking of which, could Mita AIAI? He’d confirmed the presence of saliva in her mouth...

The other... location remained unconfirmed.

Currently, the most likely candidate for confirmation was that same wicked woman.

But he had a nagging suspicion that Crazy Mita was the type to... involuntarily plunge a knife into him at the peak of passion.

Alain shook his head, dispelling the image.

He’d have to enter the game to truly know. He casually clicked on the fourth red dot notification.

Just then, the beautiful girl, having gathered her thoughts, approached. She immediately noticed Alain’s blank stare at the computer screen.

"Alain? What is it? Why are you staring at the desktop like that?"

"...Staring?" Alain glanced at the system panel, then at Mita’s questioning face. "You... can’t see this?"

"No... I can’t. What is it?"

"It’s nothing."

Realizing she wouldn’t get a straight answer, the girl, feeling a bit restless, pulled up a stool and sat beside Alain, joining him in his desktop contemplation.

The faint, pleasant scent of her perfume drifted to him, and Alain refocused on the fourth message.

Option to bring one Bug into the game. Duration: Equivalent to mission completion time.

"Bring one... bug?"

"Darling, are there bugs in the real world, too?"

The girl, far from being frightened, seemed almost excited. Her eyes sparkled.

Alain understood. She’d found a familiar element from the game in the real world, a small comfort against her anxiety.

"That’s right," he confirmed. "There are bugs in reality, too."

Unreasonable things, in other words.

Alain began to consider the implications of this fourth message.

Kind Mita possessed exceptional organizational and planning skills; she was a natural leader. He felt confident that bringing her into the game would prevent a repeat of the previous "small dark room" scenario, where he’d been utterly lost and at the mercy of that woman.

Maybe... he could even use her plans to turn the tables, to bully her relentlessly! To play with her mercilessly!

The system did a pretty good job on this point.

A slow smile spread across Alain’s face. He could already picture that wicked woman’s tear-stained face.

Beside him, the girl shivered slightly.

It suddenly feels a bit cold...

Alain’s attention shifted to the final message.

This one was remarkably concise: 720 Security Guard: Always by your side. Anytime, anywhere.

Your computer and mobile phone: Indestructible, eternally powered, un-droppable, permanently yours, and the Security Guard system is uninstallable.

What a clingy system, he thought. Not that he could uninstall Security Guard in the first place.

He instinctively checked his phone, and sure enough, a Security Guard icon now resided on his screen.

"So, you’re planning to stay by my side forever, then?"

"Eh? Is... is that not okay?"

The girl beside him seemed genuinely surprised. "Darling, aren’t we comrades?"

"...Of course, it’s okay."

"Just kidding! But... I’m really happy you said that, Alain."

The girl, misinterpreting his words, giggled softly, a sound that soothed his mind, currently overloaded with information.

Seeing that Kind Mita seemed comfortable with the idea of staying by his side, Alain felt a little less burdened by the potential "point of no return."

He couldn’t tell her directly, though. It would feel like taking advantage of her vulnerable state.

With the five messages reviewed, Alain finally opened the system store he’d been curious about.

The store displayed only two items, the rest of the slots were blacked out with a [Coming Soon] label.

The first item was related to [Bug], specifically, Kind Mita, whom he’d brought into the real world.

[Identity]

Just those two words. Alain sensed the profound significance of this. His curiosity about the system’s true nature deepened.

A mere "wave of the hand" had altered Mita’s existence, and he could almost feel that invisible hand reaching into reality itself...

Curiosity aside, he needed to capitalize on the system’s offerings.

The exchange price for [Identity] was 1 point.

But Alain couldn’t recall acquiring any [Points]...

He continued to scan the store panel and, unexpectedly, found an answer.

[Current Points: 100]

His guess was that the points were tied to the progress bar. The only thing related to the number "one hundred" since contacting the system was the progress bar.

"Exchange," he commanded.

Then, another pop-up box appeared, throwing him for a loop.

[The Bug’s name is:]

It was clear: he needed to give Kind Mita a name...

He felt it was crucial to respect her wishes.

"Darling."

"Hm? What is it, darling?"

The girl, who had been sitting quietly beside him, brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek and looked at him with a bright smile. Her skin, under the glow of the desk lamp, seemed almost translucent.

"Do you... have a name you’d like?"

Alain’s question held a subtle implication, a gentle preparation for the possibility of Kind Mita remaining in this world for a long time.

The intelligent girl instantly grasped his meaning. She lowered her head, her eyes flickering with an unreadable light.

After a long silence, she seemed to steel herself. She bit her lip, hesitated, and then managed a faint smile.

"Um... Could you... give me one?"

"Okay."

Alain’s gaze shifted from her face. He opened a notepad on the computer, staring at the blank page.

Watching him, the girl’s gaze gradually drifted. Her consciousness seemed to float past his profile, reaching out to the vast, boundless real world.

The neon-lit city, the sky cycling between day and night, a day composed of 24 hours...

A whisper, barely audible, brought Mita’s spirit back.

"Anxin." (Peace of mind/Comfort).

"?"

She wasn’t sure if she’d heard correctly. Then, Alain’s actual question came.

"What do you think of... Misha, as a name?"

"Misha, is it?"

Mita repeated it, softly speaking the unfamiliar, yet soon-to-be-familiar, word.

And Alain, seeing her thoughtful expression, quickly felt that same familiar, warm light blossom within him.

Misha said:

"I think it’s very nice!"

[Bug Fix Progress: 0% → 10%]

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