❝This-- this doesn't answer anything !❞
Simon groans, he doesn't wanna do this !
So he won't .
>_[ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ 0.0]. ᴛʜᴇ [ᴄᴏʀᴇ] ᴏғ ᴍɪsɪᴅᴇ.
A map would load soon after, replacing the reply. The computer had a similar look and feel to the the one on the sub. So he should have no problem navigating the UI.
>_ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ [ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ] ɪs [1.9].
𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
《ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴍɪᴛᴀ》
"That--. . that doesn't help."
"Okay, uhh--. . WHERE am I?"
Simon.
𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
She didn't speak. Instead she simply pointed to the screen where her prior message was still displayed. Despite the overall ambience of the room, and this entity...he was safe here. Nothing from the blood ocean could reach him.
>_ɪ ᴀᴍ [ᴄᴏʀᴇ ᴍɪᴛᴀ].
《ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴍɪᴛᴀ》
Simon gets up with a painful groan, holding his side as he does so.
He glances around, extremely confused before his gaze is fixated on the guardian above him.
"Wha--. ."
"Who are you. .?"
𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
The low hum of servers and a rhythmic mechanical heartbeat greeted the convict as the Core's sole guardian watched him from above. How he could've gotten into the game was unknown, but he's at least free of the blood ocean.
Glowing gold text appears on a nearby screen.
>_ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ, [ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ].
