The Anger of Suzuki Satoru (Part 2)

"I will face it with you, please, please... don't leave me all alone..."

Momonga said, trembling as he looked at his friend before him. He was afraid, terrified—afraid of the other's concealment, afraid that if he woke up tomorrow, his friend would have vanished without a trace.

His first reaction upon seeing the message wasn't anger, but fear. Recalling his friend's recent behavior, the marks on the calendar in the room, and the message he had just received, a horrifying thought flashed through his mind.

"Suicide!"

Momonga was startled when that word crossed his mind. It was the last thing he dared to imagine, and he instinctively wanted to deny it, but the information before him left him with no way to refute the thought.

He tried his best to maintain his composure, calmly dismissing Herohero so he could be alone with Naiyuan.

Upon reaching the warehouse, Momonga could no longer hold it in; he erupted, roaring and venting the fear and panic in his heart.

His voice, laced with a mix of emotions, echoed through the warehouse, intensely stimulating Naiyuan's brain.

Looking at his friend who was questioning him with a complex expression, Naiyuan didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He had originally thought he could keep these things hidden from his friend for a couple of days without any major issues. Who would have known it would be exposed so quickly, and at a time like this?

With the game about to shut down, the developers had released all kinds of rare items, hoping to make one last profit.

So, after logging off yesterday, he had sold everything he could, including taking out loans. He kept a portion of the money and spent the rest on the game to purchase various rare items.

The portion he kept, he had secretly hidden under the bed at Momonga's house. It was his savings from years of work; although it wasn't much due to his spending on the game, it would be enough to improve his friend's life.

Everything was in preparation for the "isekai" transition. If he successfully crossed over, the loans wouldn't matter. If he didn't, he would take the drugs he had prepared and commit suicide the next day.

The money left for Momonga was specifically for him in case he didn't cross over either. After all, he was his only friend.

Everything had been arranged perfectly, but Naiyuan hadn't expected an accident to occur at the very end.

"I... I'm sorry..."

Naiyuan opened his mouth, preparing to say something, but in the end, only an apology came out. At a time like this, he didn't know how to explain himself.

Should he tell him directly that he was preparing to cross over? That would likely only make his friend more worried, as crossing over was, in another sense, just dying.

Reflecting on it, Naiyuan realized with resignation that whether he told the truth or lied, it seemed he couldn't escape the subject of death.

"I'll come to your place to stay with you after I log off. I'll take leave for the next few days."

As if he had finished venting, Momonga said in a gentle tone, his mood having calmed slightly.

"I will help you pay off the debts. You can come to my company for work; although it's a bit tiring, we can support each other. We can play new games together, eat together, and talk about all sorts of things..."

"So, please, don't suddenly disappear one day, okay?"

Momonga said gently, slowly approaching Naiyuan, and wrapped his bony arms around the other's body.

Fearing that the other might do something rash, Momonga eagerly tried to salvage his friend's state of mind.

"...Thank you, Satoru. It's so good to have met you, my friend."

He raised his hands to embrace the other. Though he felt the hard texture of bone, Naiyuan felt a profound sense of warmth from him.

It's so good to have met you in this life, Satoru. Perhaps, just as he said, spending a lifetime together wouldn't be so bad.

Naiyuan thought silently to himself. For the first time, he felt that perhaps transmigrating didn't matter so much. As long as his friend was by his side, what difference did it make whether he had transmigrated or not?

Everyone has something most precious to them in their life, and perhaps he had already found his.

"I feel the same way. I'm so happy to have met you, Naiyuan."

Momonga replied. Feeling that the other seemed to have been persuaded, his tense heart finally relaxed. He had been terrified that his friend might still be dwelling on dark thoughts.

If it had truly come to that point, he would have had to threaten the other with his own life. No matter what, he could not let him die, even if it meant sacrificing his own existence.

"By the way, shouldn't we go find Little Hero? He must have been waiting for a long time."

Naiyuan recalled that there was someone else waiting for them and spoke up in a hurry.

"Oh no, I forgot about Herohero! It's already been over ten minutes!!"

Momonga had been lost in thought, but Naiyuan's words snapped him back to reality instantly.

Looking at the system interface, which read 11:20, Momonga let out a desperate shout. I'm sorry, Herohero-san, I didn't mean to! Please forgive me.

"Ahem, let's hurry and go get the items. We don't have much time left, and Little Hero is going to get angry."

"Oh, right, right, hurry, hurry! I remember they're around here."

"Phew, thank goodness I didn't put them in the Mausoleum, or we would've had to walk quite a distance."

Feverishly tapping on the storage interface to retrieve the items, Momonga finally let out a sigh of relief. It was fortunate that these new World-Class Items hadn't been stored inside the Mausoleum, otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to retrieve them so quickly.

"It seems that because I thought no one would come to steal them right before the server shut down, I didn't put them in the Mausoleum. Looking at it now, that lazy decision actually helped us out."

Watching Momonga scramble in a panic, Naiyuan couldn't help but tease him.

"To be able to talk about being lazy with such confidence, you really are something, Naiyuan..."

Momonga rubbed his smooth cranium as he spoke. He was genuinely happy to feel that his friend had completely recovered his spirits.

To be safe, I'll move in with him tomorrow and observe him for a month.

Clinging to the thought that he couldn't let his guard down just yet, Momonga decided.

"Alright, since we've found them, let's go."

Naiyuan urged the other person. He had finally come to terms with everything; the troubles that once weighed on him felt as though they had vanished. While the fact that he had transmigrated still bothered him, he was no longer as obsessed with it as he had been at the start. He felt light, as if a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

It was as if a limp, soft rod had suddenly and without warning turned rigid; he had been reborn.

"Naiyuan!"

"What is it?"

"Nothing, I just suddenly felt like calling your name."

"Satoru!"

"Then I'll call yours too. Can't let you be the only one doing it."

The two looked at each other, and after a few seconds, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Sixth Floor Arena.

Herohero was drowsily nodding off.

"Naiyuan, Momonga, why aren't you two here yet?"

"I don't think I can hold on much longer."