Hooray, how grim. But it was just like something like the metaverse to have a lovely death plan for any one of them. The leader of Mitsuru's group, their wildcard, offered their life.

But Futaba's reaction added to the goosebumps he had on his arms. He'd discussed this with Naoto before. Hell, he had to wonder what would have happened if he never came back.

"So we've pushed back everything that meta-thingy throws at us so far. I'd like to see that glow-eyed shithead try somethin' here." He stood and dusted off. Right, he needed to grab the finished project. Makoto was an MVP, but maybe this might help cheer up Futaba, too.

"Be back in a sec." He slipped off to his room.