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After skillfully unlocking the door, the maid woke up.
"Come with me."
After giving the order, the maid glanced at the protagonist but only tilted her head without making any move.
The protagonist repeated it several times.
The maid still did not respond.
The protagonist circled around the maid.
"No wonder you weren't taken away. Did your mind system malfunction...?"
After studying it for a while, the protagonist discovered that the reason the maid wasn't taken away wasn't because he was lucky, but because the maid's mental system had a problem.
It seems communication is impossible.
Due to the urgency of the situation, the protagonist could only sigh, lamenting his bad luck. After searching again, he picked up his gun and prepared to leave the warehouse.
Just as the protagonist is about to leave the warehouse.
The maid, who hadn't responded to the command, actually followed him outside.
"Huh? How did you get here? Has your mind system recovered?"
The protagonist is very excited.
However, the maid still did not react to this.
She still looked at the protagonist with that cute yet puzzled face.
"...Okay, I guess I was overthinking it."
~~~
After that, the strange combination of the protagonist and the emotionless maid begins their breakout.
in this process.
Although the maid still couldn't speak, her mind seemed to be slowly recovering.
A few days later, he was at least able to understand what the protagonist was saying.
In addition, the maid is also quite talented in combat, as demonstrated during one breakout attempt.
The maid picked up an AI rifle dropped by the enemy and fired it.
Although only three shots were fired, the girl's rifle was locked by the omnic.
But this action made the protagonist very excited.
He smiled and walked over to the maid, pointing to the omnipotent rifle in her hand that had been locked.
"These advanced gadgets are no longer useful in this world. If we have to use them, we should stick to these old-fashioned ones."
After saying that, the protagonist took the Type 95 assault rifle hanging on his body and handed it to the maid.
"Let's see if this works."
The maid took the gun, mimicked the protagonist's actions to prepare for shooting, and then fired two more shots at a homing machine in the distance that was not quite dead yet.
"Wow, as expected of a humanoid, that shooting accuracy is quite impressive... You're really talented..."
The maid who had put down her gun looked at the protagonist and then pointed to his hand.
"You ask me, what am I supposed to use now that you've taken the weapons away?"
The maid nodded.
"Haha, don't worry, this will work for me."
The protagonist pointed to the pistol at his waist.
This was the first time the maid had ever picked up a gun, and she officially became a humanoid under the protagonist's command.
~~~
The maid's use of a rifle greatly enhances the protagonist's squad's combat strength, making some battles relatively easy to resolve.
in this process.
The maid's combat skills are getting stronger and stronger, and she is becoming more and more proficient in using the Type 95 assault rifle.
Camping after a battle.
As night deepened, the silvery moonlight spilled like fine sand onto the tranquil campsite.
All was quiet, save for the occasional chirping of insects in the distance and the babbling of a nearby stream.
In the center of the camp, a campfire was burning brightly, its orange-red light reflecting on the faces of the protagonist and the maid.
The maid still couldn't speak, but she loved listening to the protagonist.
Therefore, when the two are together, the protagonist is almost always talking to himself. Once the protagonist stops talking, the maid will look at him with a puzzled expression, as if asking why he is not talking.
Looking at the campfire, the protagonist turned to the maid.
"Speaking of which, you don't even have a name yet?"
"Should I give you a name?"
The maid nodded.
"Hmm, you're so cute, and you have such black hair, how about... we call you Little Black?"
The maid shook her head frantically.
"Eh, you don't like it? Well... since the prototype is a maid, how about 'Maid'? Do you know that word...?"
The protagonist was stopped halfway through his sentence by the maid's murderous glare.
"Okay, okay, it was all just a joke."
"Hmm...actually, according to the Earth Federation's current restructuring plan, the conversion of existing civilian humanoids to military use is all named after the firearms they use...if we follow this rule, it should be called the Type 95..."
The maid stroked the gun in her hand.
Talking to himself.
"Type 95?"
"Yeah, it just feels a bit... Eh!!! Eh!! You can talk now!!?"
~~~
In the time that followed, the maid... no... I should say the Type 95 and the protagonist began their great escape.
Just as they were about to break through.
The final battle has begun.
That was a base vehicle stuck on the breakout route.
The base vehicle has been taken over by omnipotentiaries.
To break through, you either need to take a detour or clear out the base vehicle in order to continue forward.
Taking a detour is practically impossible.
The enemy was right behind him; he had no time to take a detour.
Cleaning up the base vehicle seemed even more absurd; it was an almost impossible task for him.
Fortunately.
At this moment, not only was he blocked outside the base vehicle, but many others were also blocked.
After some minor integration.
The protagonist, as an officer, becomes the commander of this scattered unit.
The dangers of the battlefield were fully demonstrated in this battle.
Although he is the commander, the protagonist must also personally take to the field.
Through flexible command and some clever tricks.
The protagonist's unit successfully infiltrated the base vehicle.
Victory was within reach.
The protagonist, who was clearing out external enemies, discovered that in the distance, an RPG, seemingly out of nowhere, was heading straight for 95's back.
The protagonist, seeing this, started to complain.
"How can they still be shouting 'R!P!G' in 69?! Watch out!!!"
Then he slammed into 95, sending him flying, and pinned him to the ground.
RPGs flew over the heads of the two people.
It finally exploded not far away.
Without that lunge, the Type 95 rifle, which was directly hit by an RPG, would probably have been blown to smithereens.
However, although the Type 95 was saved, the protagonist, who was lying on top of the Type 95, suffered severe internal injuries from the RPG explosion.
"You...save me? But...why?...?"
95 looked at the protagonist lying next to her and was stunned.
Then, an emotion I had never felt before began to brew rapidly in my heart.
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This emotion was a mixture of sadness and unbelievable pain.
There was no loss of bodily function.
But she could clearly feel the pain.
And this pain... grew heavier and heavier as the protagonist spoke in his barely audible voice.
"Haha... rescuing a damsel in distress is something I've always wanted to do..."
"Thank you for making this wish come true, 95...."
"Ah... I actually fell at the last moment... I'm a little unwilling."
In his last moments before falling into a coma, the protagonist was still laughing and making sarcastic remarks, not at all like someone who had reached the end of their life, as if everything was perfectly normal.
However, the moment the protagonist fell into a coma...
95 felt a sudden, loud thud in his heart.
She suddenly felt incredibly lost.
Since waking up, she never imagined that the person who had activated her would leave.
She had never understood the meaning of death and separation in her mental system.
But at this moment.
She seemed to understand something...
Tears involuntarily slid from his eyes and dripped onto the protagonist's face.
~~~
On the plain.
A girl carries the protagonist on her back and runs frantically forward.
She was heading to a camp controlled by the Earth Federation government to find something called a doctor.
This thing can revive its owner.
Although the person who gave her the information said that the camp was far away and it was impossible to send people there by humanoids alone, the best way was to repair a vehicle on the spot.
Although... this will waste some time...
The girl ignored what followed; she couldn't discern more information, only knowing a little bit.
That is to send the protagonist to the doctor.
How far can an unmodified civilian humanoid run under load?