The tapping on the keyboard started to speed up.
It was a completely different speed, her fingers were moving so quickly that they seemed to be only an illusion.
If the previous tapping was considered a leisurely joyful pace, the current one was the climax of a piano piece.
The fluid typing continued.
Fatty watched as the red dot reappeared. Just like an eagle in the sky, it went straight for the other red dot's core!
Meanwhile in the Internet café, the girl's expression changed to a truly distorted mess as she smashed her fingers onto the keyboard, trying to dodge the fatal blow.
However, it was useless, the virus went straight for her core.
All her escape routes were blocked, there was no way out!
How was that possible?
There hadn't been any defence when she had entered!
It was such a short span that she wasn't even possible to escape that firewall.
