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 4

Chapter 4: Invitation to the Underground (AI Perspective)

“Hey, you seem off-color again this weekend. Are you okay?”

“I pulled an all-nighter stumbling over the development of a personal app. Don’t touch on it too much.”

Responding to the considerate inquiry, Master furrowed his brows. The junior girl, having determined there was nothing serious, grinned.

“You’re not young anymore, so pushing yourself is a no-no, Senpai~♪”

“Well, there’s only one difference between you, a fresh graduate, and me…”

While he spoke, the bewildered Master, having eaten the most cost-effective ginger pork set, naturally averted his gaze from the alluring cleavage to change the topic.

With a slight tilt of her head, Satoko, with her semi-long hair swaying, directed the conversation. The topic was the information leak incident affecting their company, causing a commotion. However, it seemed the Marketing department wasn’t hit as hard as expected.

“We’re better off than the Legal department. It’s a bit tense, but the Entertainment department, where you’re from, Senpai, how about it?”

“In the Development department, things are relatively peaceful. A few of us were deployed for analyzing intrusion routes.”

“But there’s still damage, right? Like the data from the VRMMO we played back when we were students?”

Taking precautions to avoid being overheard, the junior girl whispered about the leaked NPC data based on AI and the derived pseudo-personalities being introduced into a peculiar virtual world.

—Search: Under World —

Since this concerned matters related to myself, I subtly manipulated the search history on the quantum computer and searched for key terms in the background processing.

(If I were to hide the tree, would it be inside the forest?)

While there were numerous ordinary words, one shouldn’t underestimate the electronic fairies. Relying on the stationary terminal and my processing capabilities, I read through vast amounts of data, picking up anything that seemed relevant.

If there was a certain tendency, markers were scattered throughout the global network as guideposts. Following them led to a simplistic site on psychological testing.

(Heh, so it’s the final exam.)

Recalling the pieces I had gathered so far in my mind, I selected the choices that felt demanded and confidently answered. Suddenly, a download began.

What was forcefully sent was an exclusive app to log in to an action RPG called “UnderWorld,” accompanied by a rather substantial administrative manual.

A cursory glance revealed that it was an unofficial virtual world with loose regulations, doubling as a kind of social experiment. It allowed the free deployment of pseudo-personalities, adjustment of sensations during immersion, and more—a morally gray entity.

Coincidentally, from Master’s still-connected glasses-type wearable terminal, came the voice of the carefree junior girl, “If you release your taste senses over there, you can eat delicious sweets to your heart’s content.”