Urgent recruitment‼ How to Save the Ending World ▚ I'm a certain NPC girl from a discontinued VRMMO service, but somehow managing to survive again today - Chapter 12

Episode 12: Even if It’s a Wish That Shouldn’t Come True

“The remaining HP gauge, less than 10%, a close victory.”

“If you win, don’t complain too much.”

Even in the relatively unrestricted UnderWorld, where various regulations are lax, the mental trauma and the pain that could become a combination are suppressed. However, even that seems to be a lenient setting. Although he managed to stop at a cracked mask, when the effects of adrenaline secretion wore off, the eyelids and cheeks cut by fragments were painful, and the headache that felt like it was splitting apart wouldn’t subside.

Complaining about how he managed to win in such a condition, Shiro focused on the notation of one victory recorded in the battle results and the increase in virtual currency obtained through it.

Perhaps due to overconfidence in long-range specialization, the enemy mechanical entity Kaijin, quite recklessly, carried a substantial amount of money. After frowning at the significantly increased amount of money, he picked up an unused flashbang stun grenade, stored it in the storage, and disconnected from the virtual world.

Immediately, the discomfort from the battle damage subsided, and from the dedicated bed to prevent accidents during immersive dives, he rose as if nothing had happened.

Via the still hanging wired ring unit connected to his neck, Krim’s voice, who had been monitoring his situation, echoed in his mind.

“How do you feel? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, no lingering pain or anything. I’m switching to the wearable device.”

While declining, he, the master of her pseudo-personality, removed the neck device, stood up, and picked up his favorite items placed on the round table.

Wearing glasses with various functions such as bone conduction speakers and a tiny camera, retinal projection occurred. In his field of vision, a beautiful girl with golden hair and crimson eyes suddenly appeared.

After enjoying the VRMMO after a long time, when Shiro asked Krim about her impressions, she smiled without any pretense.

“Well… most of my life was spent as an NPC in a certain game. Running around in an open field suits me better than a narrow virtual space.”

“Yeah, creating a sophisticated independent world on my home quantum computer is cost-ineffective. Bear with UnderWorld for a while… Some self-restraint is necessary, though.”

Slightly hesitating, Shiro mentioned the virtual currency obtained from the recent victory. Although it’s in-game currency, it can be easily converted to real money. People focusing on duels and not bothering with monsters in the labyrinth areas to avoid dropping these valuable currencies is somewhat understandable.

It seemed like a good opportunity to earn a large sum of money if handled well, but diving too deep into the shady gray areas, close to black, seemed to be a resistance for him.

When he candidly expressed his concerns, Krim smiled softly, as if flowers were blooming.

“Hehe, as long as you don’t have the courage to fondle my soft chest or boldly visit a brothel without hesitation in that vague and ambiguous place with ethical regulations and sensory restrictions, there’s nothing to worry about, right?”

“Indeed, oddly phrased but true. I’ll try not to be disliked.”

In response to the master’s serious answer, although there were certain considerations as a non-existent AI girl, a signal classified as joy raced through her neural network, and her cheeks naturally loosened. With a half-concerned, half-joyful expression about the fear of not getting a real-life lover, she decided silently in her heart that there was no need for awkward remarks and changed the topic.

“But still, in the close combat earlier, your movements were quite impressive.”

“Yeah, I was addicted to competitive fighting games for a while.”

Upon learning unfamiliar information in a nostalgic voice, Krim instantly searched the storage in the quantum computer she used as her nest, revealing a plethora of connection logs and countless records of match results.

(Ugh, this unfaithful one, I won’t forgive him…)

Realizing the cause of being left alone, Shiro, who seemed to be quite skilled, continued to boast about his martial exploits, unaware of the subtly angered golden-haired crimson-eyed girl.