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 13

Episode 13: For the Ally We Live Together

— December 23, 2056 —

If one were to say, it was the eve of Christmas Eve. One week after logging into the chaotic VRMMO for the first time, the streets were filled with classic songs, and the enthusiastic sale of cakes that could lead to trouble if not sold out was in full swing.

However, the headquarters of Experience Creative were in an unusual situation, not operating normally as always. Of course, it didn’t matter much to the family-oriented veteran employees, but the young, single employees were working with distracted minds, and some were in a pitiful state after inducing ordinary mistakes and receiving scolding from their bosses.

“Well, it’s not like Takatou is feeling festive, so that’s a relief.”

“By the way, aren’t you going out with Nakajo from the marketing department?”

“Yeah, it seems she already made a reservation at a restaurant. Being kidnapped is inevitable.”

“Why is this someone else’s problem? It’s frustrating!”

Slightly irritated by the remarks of a new graduate, Shiro, who had stopped typing on the keyboard, looked curiously around at the nearby seats. However, he couldn’t escape the passionate speech about Satoko’s popularity among the new hires.

The chief engineer, his face turning blue, signaled to stop, and through the camera of the glasses-type wearable device worn by the dismayed technical staff, the non-existent AI girl indulged in stalking once again, involuntarily letting out a sigh.

(Well… it seems it’s about the size of the chest and the style.)

However, despite thinking so, Krim’s well-proportioned body was an idealized creation, carefully crafted by the master over an extended period. It was embarrassing to enhance her own attributes.

In the first place, suddenly manipulating her physique or exposing her inner feelings seemed like an invasion of privacy.

(Giving her those fox ears and tail might be okay?)

Although it was an accessory obtained in some event with practically no effect, when she wore it a few times at his request, a memory of being excessively delighted remained.

If she secretly made a short skirt with a high exposure level to go along with the Christmas outfit, it would probably make him sob and shed tears, especially if it were the time just after graduating from high school and entering university.

Whether influenced by becoming a working adult or not, the fact that she had matured considerably in the less than two years she had been left alone was both pleasing and sad.

(Ugh, it feels strangely like a mother’s sentiment…)

As a faintly warm electrical signal flowed, Krim accepted the fact that various plans for Christmas might be in vain. Without a physical body in the real world, she smiled wryly.

If it were Satoko Nakajo, who was familiar with a certain VRMMO, she wouldn’t hesitate to support and help. Reminding herself that “it’s okay to come home late tomorrow; I’d rather praise you if you stay out all night,” she, the type who gives her all, had come to terms with her own situation.

As we, the AIs silently evolving day by day, form a clear self-identity, we hope for the prosperity of our human allies.