By Zephyria 
Aside from that, there was no reason for Miu to go as far as finding his personal contact information to reach out. Mo Yeon-hu, his face turning slightly pale as he looked at the message, replied cautiously.
my Yeong
Uh, it is me..
Wha
What’s going on??
As the memory he had briefly forgotten due to Kwon Mi-eon’s appearance resurfaced, beads of sweat began to form on Mo Yeon-hu’s skin.
‘What if they ask how I recognized them? No, before that, what do I say if they report me or something?’
He paced around the entryway, his eyes fixed on the screen.
‘Should I just say I saw it at the cafe? But wouldn’t that be weirder? What if they accuse me of stalking?’
Just as all sorts of imaginations were unfolding in his head and his hands were trembling with anxiety.
my Yeong
I don’t really have a specific reason
I just wanted to contact Momo-nim directly
I dug through some info to get your contact
Mo Yeon-hu blinked and let out a sigh of relief.
‘I guess they didn’t hear.’
Fortunately, it didn’t seem to be because he had called them Ms. Mi-yeong.
my Yeong
The info was originally private, but I pushed through and found it to contact you
I was curious about what Momo-nim was doing
Game messengers are slow
So, what are you doing now, Momo-nim?
Playing the game?
Or working?
What are you up to?
……Huh?
Mo Yeon-hu wore a blank expression as questions flew in like a bomber. The content wasn’t exactly what Miu usually asked. Normally, they only talked about the game, but these were personal questions.
my Yeong
Why aren’t you answering?
The way they were rushing the answer was also…
Hesitating at this unfamiliar side of them, Mo Yeon-hu replied cautiously.
my Yeong
Ah, sorry!!
Wait, I was just thinking
Are we playing the game again later?
I think I’ll rest today ㅠㅠ
Normally, he would have played again in the evening, but perhaps because his energy had been drained from meeting Kwon Mi-eon, he felt a bit tired. Thinking he would take a nap for now, he trudged toward the bedroom.
‘Contacting via message feels quite new.’
After seeing nothing but blood-stained game chat windows every time, chatting through a private messenger felt different.
my Yeong
Ah..
What are you doing?
Did you switch to someone else?
‘They’re kind of cute.’
Having completely forgotten that he once said he didn’t like obsessive people, Mo Yeon-hu simply stared at the screen with a silly grin.
He wasn’t quite used to Miu asking him such probing questions, but he still found it cute.
my Yeong
How could I switch ㅠㅠ
I’ll log in right now!!
??;
I didn’t mean for you to log in right this second
Heh, then when should I log in?
………
Miu?
Aren’t you annoyed?
Huh? Annoyed?
Why aren’t you annoyed?
Huh??
No
Ha
Hold on a second
The “typing” indicator remained for a while, and then an abrupt message arrived.
my Yeong
(Link)
‘What is this? A link to the game exchange?’
Mo Yeon-hu blinked as he clicked the address that had been sent out of the blue.
‘This isn’t Zombie Village.’
As soon as he entered the homepage, he was greeted by a screen so brilliantly saturated that it was almost painful to look at.
A waterfall that looked heavily photoshopped and light pouring down from the sky. In the center, there was a grandfather wearing a white suit and smiling benevolently, with text written above his head.
Holy Light Eternal Life Source Purification Society
‘Holy Light Eternal Life… what?’
Mo Yeon-hu paused as he read the description below.
Is your soul not rotting? Burn it with the Holy Light, wash it with the Source Water, and board the Eternal Life Train of 144,000.
And then, a pop-up window appeared before him.
notice
[Notice] 7th Eternal Life Water Distribution Gathering – Requirements: White top, offering envelope, clean glass bottle
The detailed location is……
‘What on earth am I looking at?’
Flustered, Mo Yeon-hu immediately pressed the back button and returned to the message window.
my Yeong
myYeong♥ has unsent a message.
But as if it had never happened, the message had vanished.
my Yeong
I accidentally sent a place I like
Mo Yeon-hu was momentarily bewildered.
To call it a place Ms. Mi-yeong liked, the photoshopped vibe was far too intense.
my Yeong
You believe in stuff like that..
Why?
Is there a problem? hehe
After showing a lukewarm reaction, Mo Yeon-hu hurried to reply.
my Yeong
No wonder the scenery was so nice!! hehe
? Scenery??
Yeah yeah
The grandfather’s face looks auspicious too
??????
Anyway, can I log into the game now??
What??
You’re playing the game with me?
Huh??
You said let’s do it??
I’m telling you that’s a place I like!;
Yeah yeah
So?
You’re okay with that even after seeing it??
Do you even know what that is??
Miu seemed puzzled, but Mo Yeon-hu wasn’t an idiot.
‘A cult?’
It was obviously a suspicious religious site to anyone who saw it.
‘To see a site like that immediately after mentioning a cult to Kwon Mi-eon. Is this the law of attraction or something?’
Giggling at the sudden thought, Mo Yeon-hu shrugged.
my Yeong
What can I do
But even if their religion is that, what does it matter? If Miu likes it.
‘I’ll just give a lot of offerings, that’s all.’
Though he said he didn’t like it, Mo Yeon-hu had an extraordinary capacity for tolerance when it came to people he liked.
my Yeong
Since it’s something Miu likes!! I respect it
No, who would lik—
Yes
No
Lik—
Ha;
It could happen!!
LOL…. I’m going crazy
After a long silence, instead of telling him when to log into the game, Miu brought up something else.
my Yeong
Momo-nim, am I not creepy to you?
Digging up your number to contact you
And sending weird things
‘……Is something going on?’
Perhaps they were under a lot of stress while searching for VITA, who had been moved to another server. Thinking that made Miu seem a bit pitiful.
In times like this, unconditional support and encouragement were needed.
my Yeong
Everything Miu does is fine with me!
He did his best to reply to comfort Miu.
my Yeong
It’s not creepy at all
Rather
‘Rather….’
As Mo Yeon-hu paused while sending the reply, Miu pounced on it as if they had been waiting.
my Yeong
Rather what?
Do you mean it’s rather more goosebump-inducing?? hehe
Right? You mean it’s creepy, right?
Tell me quickly
Am I creepy?
Is it just my imagination? Why does it feel like they want to be called creepy so badly…
my Yeong
No, no way!
I actually like it!!! hehe
I love everything Miu does!!
However, Mo Yeon-hu would never dare tell Miu they were creepy. Thus, he denied it quickly, but the answer didn’t come immediately.
‘They read it, though?’
The “read” mark was there, but no reply came even after Mo Yeon-hu reached the bedroom and sat down on the bed. The reply he received after waiting for a long time was somewhat strange.
my Yeong
What do you like
Without even knowing what kind of person I am
The words were somehow thorny. To the point where it felt like resentment.
‘Why wouldn’t I know who Miu is?’
Of course, Mo Yeon-hu wasn’t heavily affected. Who was he? He was the person who knew Miu’s true identity, Ms. Mi-yeong.
Thinking that Ms. Mi-yeong’s self-esteem seemed low, Mo Yeon-hu tried to praise them quickly.
my Yeong
Huh?? What don’t I know? Of course I know everything. Miu is wonderful in every way, full of leadership, cool-headed, quick at analysis, there’s nothing they can’t do, they understand ten things from one, they teach others everything well, they’re strong, amazing, and cool
‘……?’
Mo Yeon-hu paused just as he was reflexively typing “cool.” Then, he listed the image of Miu he had in his mind one by one.
‘Precise physicals, quick decisiveness even in complex situations, intuition and sense, and on top of that, amazing leadership. The kind of play that makes me watch as if possessed when I’m beside them, to the point where I want to capture and save every moment… and……’
But thinking about it, the other person was Ms. Mi-yeong, someone to whom words like cute, kind, and lovely suited better than “cool.” Her petite height, cute face, gentle way of speaking, and that sunshine-like smile that had been etched into his mind….
‘Why is none of the Ms. Mi-yeong I fell for in this chat window? Am I describing the same person?’
Clearly, Ms. Mi-yeong was Miu, and Miu was Ms. Mi-yeong. Yet, he kept feeling that the impressions he just recalled were somehow detached from Ms. Mi-yeong.
Ding-. Just then, another message arrived for Mo Yeon-hu, who was lost in complex thoughts.