Ch.141136 – Private Room

In the beginning of the world, there was Yggdrasil…

The ending narration about Yggdrasil, the Demon King, and the primordial destruction went in one ear and out the other.

It’s uncomfortable knowing it will always remain in my memory, but what can I do?

People need to know how to adapt to their given circumstances. With that mindset, I’ve lived as a woman for 33 years now.

Should I subtract the 7 years from this life? Anyway…

[Starting stream: 0:00:01 – NoName]

[World of Arsheria – .]

[Broadcast time – 0:00:13]

[Viewers – 5395]

-What happened? Did you win?

-What’s this? It’s the ending?

-Where’s Adella? Where’s Adella? Where’s Adella? Where’s Adella? Where’s Adella? Where’s Adella? Where’s Adella? Where’s Adella? Where’s Adella? Where’s Adella? Where’s Adella? Where’s Adella?

-Did you abandon Adella…?

-Is the stream crashing for real

[‘SaveMeFromGradSchool’ donated 1,000 won!]

-Teacher… what happened to Adella…?

In less than 10 seconds, over 5,000 people joined.

But despite the number of viewers, the chat wasn’t moving that quickly.

Maybe it’s because I’m wearing a solemn expression.

The main reason must be that Adella disappeared from the party list.

-crying crying crying crying

-Adella nooooo

-We can’t even go back since it’s the ending what do we dooooo

-sadge sadge sadge

-Here lies Adella… RIP

-This can’t be happening…

“I guess you all prefer Adella over me now.”

I feel a twinge of jealousy as they keep asking about Adella.

After all, I’m the one streaming, and I’m the one who actually defeated Mephistopheles.

-That’s not what we mean, streamer

-crying

-I don’t usually tear up but…

-I guess this is how it ends

“Adella is alive and well, don’t worry.”

-In our hearts?

-That joke isn’t funny, NoName

-Don’t be too hard on the streamer, she really did her best

-For real, isn’t this the first 10/10/10 clear?

└ That’s actually insane

-I saw her casting 5th circle magic like it was nothing

[Would you like to exit the game?]

[▶Exiting World of Arsheria.]

I can check the combat stats later.

With viewers being so insistent, I reluctantly closed the game.

[Private Room]

Knock knock-

I was summoned to just outside the private room.

I deliberately knocked on the door before trying to enter.

But before I could turn the handle, the door swung open, revealing a familiar figure.

A cat-eared girl with silver short hair—Adella, the one we had so desperately wished to save.

“Phew… you’ve been through a lot, Adella.”

Her hair is a complete mess. There should have been a comb on the table, she could have at least used that.

“Who…? Ah… *gasp*… Are… are you sis? Is it really you? Siiiis!”

“What? You recognize me?”

My current appearance is almost identical to my real-world self—a little black-haired child.

Even reflecting my recent growth spurt, I’m still only 110cm tall. Well, at least it’s not 103cm anymore.

I was planning to tease her a bit if she didn’t recognize me, but my plan fell apart from the start.

Adella dropped to her knees and hugged me tightly.

And in my arms, which were much smaller than hers, she began to sob.

My shoulder was getting soaked with tears, but I couldn’t help feeling moved by her emotions.

As I patted her back while she continued crying, the chat was already going wild.

-Why is Adella here?

-But we’re outside the game?

-?????

-In the private room?

-??????????

-What’s going on?

-Explain yourself NoName!

-bruh bruh bruh bruh bruh

-what’s happening what’s happening?

“Sis, what’s with this body? And where are we?”

“Wait… I can’t breathe… could you back up a little…?”

“Oh! I’m sorry! Did I hug too tight?”

My body here isn’t as invincible as it was in the game world.

Adella seems to have been nerfed similarly, with the strength of an ordinary high school girl.

After separating her from me, I sat her down in an armchair to calm her down.

“People are wondering who you are. Look at the camera and tell them your name and age.”

-???

-lmao what kind of line is that

-That dialogue though hahaha

“Uh, um? Well, my name is Adella, and I’m eighteen years old.”

“There you have it, everyone.”

“Wait, is this heaven? Am I dead? I didn’t think heaven would be such a cramped and shabby room…!”

“Cramped and shabby…?”

-LMAO

-OMG what is happening

-Is that really Adella?

-Ask her if she remembers everything that happened!

-How did you even bring her here wow

-NoName is mad lol

“This isn’t heaven. You’re not dead either. Simply put, it’s the world I live in…?”

“Then it is heaven!”

“I told you it’s not.”

“But you said you were an angel, sis!”

“I keep telling you I’m not an angel.”

“…?”

She’s very confused. Our conversation keeps going in circles.

I think I need to turn off the stream for a while and have an honest conversation.

“Please excuse us for a moment.”

* * *

“So I was a character in a virtual reality game?”

“Do you know what a virtual reality game is?”

“Huh? How do I know this…? I’ve definitely never heard of it before, but I understand it automatically.”

Adella shuddered in confusion.

“So I’m fake…?”

Fake, replica, replicant.

All derivatives of an original.

But I shook my head, denying her words.

“No, there’s only one Adella that I know.”

I took out a tail comb from my inventory.

With her sitting on the floor and me on the bed, I calmly combed through her hair.

The ends were quite damaged from all the fighting.

“I combed your hair like this in the Abyss too, remember?”

“*sniff*… Yes…”

Adella’s back trembles.

I continued combing without paying it much mind.

“We leveled up together, shared experience points, distributed equipment, and defeated enemies. With all the memories we share, how could you be fake?”

We talked in detail about everything we’d done together in World of Arsheria.

From the reason she first dreamed of revenge against the Academy, to her noble sacrifice to defeat the demon, to the countless loops and worlds collapsing due to bugs.

Even if there were a doppelgänger with 100% identical DNA in this world, the different experiences they accumulate would make them different people.

As if my sincerity had gotten through, Adella suddenly turned her head toward me.

“This fucking world…”

She suddenly cursed and frowned deeply.

“Huh?”

“I knew something was off! How could someone’s name be ‘etteugab c’pn’?! Any sensible parent wouldn’t name their child that!”

Adella shouted with indignation.

After thinking for a moment, I realized she was talking about an NPC’s name.

Reversed, it’s “npc baguette.” Definitely weird.

“And… and… *sob*! I was on my way to buy bread, but everyone just walked straight ahead, and when I talked to them, they didn’t respond at all… Damn it! What kind of absurd world have I been living in?!”

A resigned sigh mixed with sobs escaped her.

She threw herself into my arms again. I stroked her back until she calmed down, answering her questions.

“So this is the real world?”

“No, this is more like an intermediate world.”

“What? This is a fake world too?”

She pulled away from me with wide eyes.

Her tail suddenly stood straight up. What, does she want me to comb her tail too?

“To be precise, it’s virtual reality, but not a game world. If you go outside that door, everyone you see will be ‘real’ people.”

“Ugh, damn it… Why is my life so complicated…!”

“You’re not using cat-speak anymore?”

“What are you talking about? Oh? Now that you mention it, something does feel different.”

Adding “meow” to the end of every sentence would probably drive both the speaker and listener insane.

I spent a long time explaining to her about the world we live in.

Adella’s ears occasionally twitched as she listened intently.

It was really hard to resist the urge to touch them.

The viewers on Twissy End Space were urging me to resume the stream, and there seemed to be even more of them than when I turned it off, which was concerning, but there were still important points to cover.

“So you’re closer to a human than an artificial intelligence.”

I don’t know how they did it, but even on this Earth, they’ve managed to somewhat replicate the “Persona Pisces” magic with modern technology.

They’ve labeled entities that maintain their own consciousness as ASI. And it’s crystal clear that “Walpurgis” is involved in the process.

The model governing Adella’s thinking in the game would be in Redwood City, California, but looking at the map, it was under Wearsoft’s jurisdiction.

When I met with an ASI representative from the company last time, they didn’t seem particularly knowledgeable about AI design.

So if I want to investigate Walpurgis, I should be questioning not Wearsoft but the company that supplied the ASI to them, which is easier said than done…

I skipped these details as there wasn’t enough time to explain everything, but Adella already looked sufficiently confused.

And finally,

“Have you ever heard the name Al-Zahab? Or the Kaizen Empire? Either in the game or in your memories?”

“…Al-Zahab? No, I’ve never heard of it. Is he important?”

“No, not really important. I was just asking.”

Adella had no connection whatsoever to my past life.

Well, if even Persona Pisces couldn’t reveal it, it’s natural that she wouldn’t know.

“Oh, but I did hear something. When someone else was possessing your body, they definitely asked me to keep defeating Mephistopheles.”

“Keep defeating?”

“Yes.”

I vaguely remembered glimpsing something similar.

Even when I lost control of my body, Adella was continuously conversing with someone. It could have been the will left by the original consciousness.

But Mephistopheles only appeared once, so what did “keep defeating” mean?

“Sis, sis.”

“Yes?”

“I have one more question.”

“Ask away.”

“How old are you in the real world? Because, you know! If it turns out you’re actually forty or fifty, it might be a bit awkward for me to keep calling you ‘sis’…”

“…”

The mischievous cat trails off, fidgeting.

“Seven years old.”

“Huh?”

“I’m seven years old, just as I appear. But you should still call me ‘sis.'”

It’s about time we went out to see the viewers. I took her by the wrist and opened the front door.

“Whaaaat? You’re joking, right? Huh? No way! Are you serious?!”