Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de
135 Tabernacle 12, Apparently.

Talk somewhere that's not here.

In a space of nothing, four men sit on a round table set up with only one pomp.

"Looks like the people in charge have been hit."

The man who cut the tantrum was the one who put his blonde hair together all back.

"He is the weakest of our five pillars..."

It was a man with bright red, blurred hair who responded.

A man with long stretched purple hair gives a very unpleasant look, but the other men have not noticed.

"Kukukuku... he's our five-pillar mess"

The last thing I took away was a guy who was putting his long, blue hair together once around the nod.

A purple-haired man looked really disgusted and pinched his mouth in a dialogue spoken with an inclusive laugh.

"I want you guys to stop. What the hell are you trying to flag? Are you stupid? Are you dying? You want to die?

"Forget the joke"

I coughed one up and then the blonde looked around at them all.

"It is true that the administrator of the people, with the intervention of the Lord, has become irreversible"

"As things stand, who manages the people?

blue-haired man asks.

Long, colorful eyes in a neat face stare at a purple-haired man.

The purple-haired man with the gaze shook his head with his shoulders flashed.

"Well. Anyway, as soon as I felt the Lord's interference, I closed the path over there."

"That's a wise decision. If you're brought into battle alone with us, you'll probably lose."

Although they were interacting at the beginning solely with Nori on the spot and the momentum, there is in fact little difference in overall competence, even if there are some differences, between the five people who added a people administrator.

It was from that childhood goddess's policy to say what to do with the difference in strength during the existence of managing the same world, but there was no mistake in deciding that there was no way for the remaining four to fight alone against something that had defeated the people administrator.

"If it's going to be a fight, it's something we all want to hit as much as possible."

"Can we win if we all fight?

In the guise of casual appearance, the gaze of everyone on the spot concentrates on the words of the purple-haired man in his mouth.

Exposed to such a strong gaze that it could involve intimidation, there is no change in his condition.

"What do you mean?

To the blonde asking, the purple-haired man kept his hands wide open.

"'Cause you can think about it. Maybe the Lord sent us in for our crusade. Someone, huh? It's natural to be able to control one person on your own, so you might even be able to deal with them all at once."

"You can tell. If I'm in the Lord's shoes, it's an event to be assumed."

A blue-haired man thinking with his hands on his chin.

"Really?

It was the red-haired man who raised the question.

The red-haired man continues as he senses that the other men's gaze is now right for him.

"He's a very powerful administrator with us. How can you create an administrator whose Lord has given you more power than this? Assuming you create something that's more than five times as powerful as ours, isn't that just going to get out of the hands of that admin this time?

"It is...... but if the Lord cares about it, he will make us and others vanish instantly. All we can be interested in is shielding the fact that the Lord in one way or another hesitates to destroy this world"

"I mean, it's not that much of a hassle to end us in the Lord with a manager with more than five times as much power as we do. That's possible, too."

A red-haired man nods at the words of a blue-haired man.

For their Lord, who has power close to infinity, the difference between their 1 and 5 is certainly only so trivial that it cannot even be called error.

"It wouldn't make sense where we discussed the possibilities. Wouldn't it be first to think about how to respond to what I know now?

To the words of the purple-haired man, blue-haired and red-haired mouth.

If you start thinking about it, there's no kiri, and there's little restriction on the preconditions.

It is the Lord who can satisfy any condition if he is willing to satisfy it.

"You want information about the existence that the Lord used for the people's administrative areas."

Purple hair answers blonde words.

"That's very difficult. Like I said, I'm closing that one and that one right now, because they've been trying to break in ever since the tribe administrator got irreversible from there. If you open a pass for a moment to get information, you'll be broken in here in no time. Then we'll end up fast."

"What are the chances of closing the path?

After being questioned by blue hair and purple hair looking at the hollow for a while.

"Almost zero so far. But it's coming up a little bit over time."

"You'll be broken in the second the path passes, so you have to look at the room, move the place, put the old path together and turn it off."

"That would only be a temporary buy of time, too,"

A red-haired man drew up some shape with his index finger on the table at considerable speed.

However, even though the surface of the table was merely glanced at with a finger, each line is shaped by leaving a line that emits light.

A purple-haired man peeked into it and sighed small.

"Move the place before they dig through it and close the pass again. It's a mess. But they're gonna catch it eventually."

"If you know their information, you may hit them with your hands, but there is too little information about them at the moment. I think every time I move around the base, I'm going to have to plant a bug to get a little information out of it."

Blue-haired worms are creatures created by administrators that accumulate and move information they see and hear, apart from worms that are actually in the real world.

The body is so small that it is difficult to replace and, moreover, the operating costs are kept low in order to minimize the size of the path to open when travelling through space, which is very difficult to discover because of the size of its body and is suitable for covert actions.

Whenever we dispose of the bug, we spray it on the abandoned site and ask them to gather information about those who came to occupy it later.

"If I make one mistake, it's the two dances of a race administrator... don't be shy"

"I just have to think of this as part of the game, too. The more restrictions, the harder and more fun it is to say game, right?

A man with purple hair laughed at the blue-haired man who shook himself.

On the other hand, he was Gilliel, who became its ethnic administrator.

"Shit -... I knew I should have said no..."

It was a place where I relaxed in my realm, saying bumps, stupidity, etc.

In that corner of consciousness, the task of cracking open paths that had been closed in order to penetrate other administrators' realms continued, but progress has barely progressed.

One reason was to say that other administrators had closed their paths to keep in mind, but most of Gilliel's own processing power had been used by administrators on the human continent.

It was Gilliel who had been given considerable abilities by the Lord, but there was an absolute lack of experience in the task of managing the world, etc.

It was in vain that they took the processing power to the task of their own ignorance and continued to do their utmost just to say that they would keep the human continent normal at present.

I've also considered creating something like an angel to help me with my work, but if Gilliel creates an angel, etc. who doesn't have to know if he's like the Lord with endless powers and has only a finite combination of abilities, he'll have to share his own powers and naturally weaken himself.

What we call the management of the human continent was also an important task, but Gilliel's main purpose was to crusade the administrators of other continents.

The dispersion of power for this purpose can create serious problems in the performance of the mandate.

"I think it's probably not for this..."

Confirmation of sequential results and the next adjustment will be made, taking into account the changing circumstances and the passage of time when adjusting countless parameters.

Such work will continue without ever ending.

If Gilliel was the administrator of the people before he arrived, he could predict that this would be the case with roughly this much adjustment based on his long work experience, and he was able to derive the necessary adjustments from it immediately, so he came to manage it without difficulty, but not in Gilliel.

There was no other way than to continue accumulating experience, and to be able to adjust it somehow, I couldn't have told the boulders overnight.

Furthermore, Gilliel originally had a capability adjustment aimed at crusading the administrators, so the specific weight is placed on the combat capability over the ability to process information.

Fortunately for the other administrators, this delayed Gilliel's entry into the realm of the other administrators.

Still, if Gilliel had been immersed in the intrusion work by leaving the world in control, it would not have been the case that the other administrators were holding meetings, etc. at the expense of others.

"Ugh... I want you to take turns..."

It is a problem where the young goddess also has a head, although she is Gilliel, who grumbles with true thoughts, but who would probably be guessing about it.

Anyway, it was finally time to send in one Gilliel, so there was no room to send in a presence that could manage the world instead of Gilliel.

It also makes no sense to pull Gilliel in and send an administrator specializing in another management capability.

Because that administrator and the need for time to gain experience should be far inferior to Gilliel in battle, so there is a risk that he or she will light up the realm if attacked by another administrator.

"I can't lose my hands... if I do, Lianya and the others will be in trouble..."

It was difficult to think that it would be outrageous at once.

Because by the time Gilliel was strong enough to replace the administrator, the adjustments that the previous administrator had made should have kept him somewhat inert and calm.

By analogy, it is like an airplane that is gliding with the engine stopped.

It won't crash all of a sudden, but if it stays that way, it's bound to crash sooner or later.

That's how it is.

However, once it begins to collapse, the situation should deteriorate at an accelerating rate, and in order not to do so, the engine must be turned back to gain propulsion.

"It's understandable that maintaining the status quo is a top priority but it's teethy"

It was Gilliel, who squirmed with stiffness and bite, but surely experience and track record accumulate over time.

That will make the next adjustment easier, and eventually it will be almost as easy to adjust in one hassle as the previous administrator.

In fact, even now, although it was really a little bit, we continue to shift the allocation of processing capacity from management and coordination work to intrusion work.

"I struggle like this because of the caretaker who doesn't listen to the Lord"

He was Gilliel, scorched by a twitch and a sense of impatience, clutching his fist to the rage he accumulated, and immersed himself in the dark idea of what he would do with the caretaker ahead if the pass had passed.