"Damn! Damn!"
Masked Rider burst out of the inferno, scared out of his wits. Even the sheet wrapped around him had caught fire, making him look like a fiery human torch as he quickly tore it off and threw it to the ground.
He looked like a steamed shrimp, with steam rising from his entire body, his skin flushed red, and hot air puffing from his mouth.
"Get down, get down!"
Masked Rider hastily peeled off the little girl clinging to him like an octopus.
Then he saw the large group of players who had already reached the fire scene. Dressed in a bizarre array of clothes, they were a dense crowd, running against the stream towards the fire while everyone else fled. Among them were many multifunctional robots slated to go online in the next version.
One of them had just held up the collapsed first-floor entrance door.
Nishikawa Meishu, clutching her daughter, was crying tears of gratitude.
"Thank you... thank you..."
