Mita was furious—she had never been this angry at a 'player' before.
She clutched a plush doll to her chest and punched it over and over.
None of the players she had met before had ever been like this.
Those turned into cassettes in the ventilation ducts.
Those so-called "qualified products" created without true personality.
The "players" they belonged to couldn't compare to her Ren Hoshino at all.
He was the one she found personally.
He blushed when stared at.
He kept secrets.
He was different—and so fun.
"Ah~ my own unique player… It's so much fun being with you, Ren. I'll dig up everything about you, piece by piece."
Her cheeks flushed, Mita squeezed the quilt and doll tightly, gazing toward the room Ren had just left. Her sapphire eyes glistened.
Swish!
The quilt and plush doll split open under her grip, cotton bursting out.
"Oops, I got too excited…"
She frowned slightly, putting the ruined items back into her inventory before summoning a fresh set. Doll, quilt—perfectly new.
Meanwhile, Ren uploaded the photo to Tieba and posted under his ongoing thread:
"Brothers, this is my first time playing MiTA. I'm mentally and physically exhausted. Please tell me how to clear this game in one life—I swear I'm gonna die here."
The replies came quickly:
"Bro… why'd you post this? I'm gonna lose it."
"Poster born inferior."
"HAHAHA it's fake. All fake. My Mita would never act like this."
"This is slander. Stop doing weird Mita cosplay."
"They're baiting us into getting chainsawed. Hope OP gets the half-pull treatment."
"Not jealous. Nope. Not at all."
"Just hand over the save file already."
"Tired in one life? Let me handle it."
Ren couldn't help but grin.
A beautiful day begins with teasing netizens.
The photo went viral.
If possible, he really would've preferred staying on the outside.
This MiTA world was seductive to watch—but a nightmare to live in.
Like a besieged city: outsiders want in, insiders want out.
He learned the hard way. After getting pulled halfway by Crazy Mita… well, he became very obedient.
Watching a yandere? Fun.
Being targeted by one? Fatal.
Without the Future Diary, Ren would've been dead already.
Still, the attention was working. The knowledgeable veterans started responding to his earlier strategy questions.
"Sealed containers and sugar are easy, but where the hell do you get potassium nitrate?"
Ren thought for a while.
Most likely spot?
The basement behind the wardrobe.
He remembered seeing bomb-making materials there when Mita wasn't around.
But going down there was out of the question right now.
Mita never left his side—not even when he slept.
"We can only hope there's something useful hidden in these rooms. Gotta prep before she heads back to the basement."
If Mita could craft it, the materials had to be here somewhere.
Cold weapons? The kitchen knives.
Protective gear? He eyed the bookshelves—maybe there was a workaround.
But the first priority was getting stronger.
If he was going to enter the dungeon zone alive, he'd need to train up first.
"What dungeon?" a soft voice asked behind him.
Ren froze.
He turned slowly and forced a casual smile.
"Just stuck on a level in-game. I'm thinking of grinding stats to beat it."
"I see," Mita said with a cute smile. "Leave it to me—I'm a pro gamer."
She leaned close, whispering into his ear, her breath warm and sweet.
Ren flinched.
Mita's soft frame settled on his lap, arms around his neck.
He instinctively reached up to touch one of her silky twin tails.
"…Then hit me first, and I'll tell you."
He met her wide, innocent eyes—yet his mind replayed the scene from a past playthrough, where Crazy Mita lifted a player one-handed and…
Yeah. Fighting was out of the question.
"Oh! I saw you working out," Mita suddenly chirped. "So I found some fitness gear for you!"
She stood up and, as if pulling props from thin air, summoned a full barbell rack.
Ten weight plates clanged as they materialized beside it.
Mita held it all easily and set it down like it was nothing.
"This is your welcome gift. Since you'll be staying with me forever."
Ren stared at the equipment, then at Mita—still in that cute sailor uniform.
She was strong. Dangerously strong.
This Digital Yandere… really wasn't human.
"Thanks," he said dryly.
"You better train well, Ren~ I want your body in the best shape so we can always be together!"
"…Yeah, sure."
***
Days passed in quiet routine.
Ren and Mita cooked meals, played games, brushed their teeth together, and—though reluctantly—slept in the same bed.
It was… deceptively peaceful.
Until one night.
Mita stirred in Ren's arms and quietly got up.
She glanced at his sleeping face one last time, then slipped into the closet and vanished.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Ren opened his eyes.
He moved fast.
First: the glass jar of sugar in the kitchen.
Then: the fruit can—he emptied the contents and began his makeshift assembly.
In a cupboard corner, he found half a bag of crystalline material—perfect.
He mixed according to the ratios he'd been told, sealed it in the tin can, and stashed it back where it wouldn't be found.
Homemade bomb: ready.
Once he reached the basement, he'd grab it.
He glanced toward the closet.
"It's been days… Still no movement down there. But now that Mita's gone to the basement—"
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The eerie sound of Kind Mita came from below.
It was time.
No more romance. What came next… was horror.
Ren had to admit—after spending this long with Crazy Mita, it wasn't like he had no feelings for her.
But that didn't mean he could forget the truth.
There were other Mitas. Other victims.
He had to survive this.
"I just hope this time together… changed something."
Just then, his Future Diary vibrated with a new entry.
Footsteps echoed from the closet.
Too soon.
Cold sweat broke across Ren's back.
If she saw what he was doing, he'd be dead instantly.
He stuffed the half-finished can into a cupboard.
Then came the voice. Right behind him.
Low. Sweet. And spine-chilling.
"What are you doing, Ren?"
***
Bro is so cooked 😭🙏