Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de
69 Tabernacle 8, Apparently.

That day, I had my head again.

As usual, I was looking all over the world in parallel layers.

By the way, this parallel world, when I counted it, had a total of six trillion five thousand three hundred and twelve thousand four thousand seven hundred and eleven layers.

Well done. I'm impressed that this is all I've made.

I mean, I've come up with all these variations on my head, great.

Wouldn't someone be so great that they wouldn't give me an award?

Because the wooden world is disappearing and being able to do so repeatedly, some upward and downward movement of numbers occurs all the time, but is largely calm with this number.

Anyway.

This time, what is hurting my head is to say that someone from that star has crossed over into another world again.

It is difficult to understand to call it human thought, which is in a great position in a totally fantastic world.

I try to call people from another world as soon as I'm in some trouble.

It's a matter I can't manage in my own world, so I can't even understand the attitude of calling people from another world to try to solve it, but I don't understand why they call all the inhabitants of that star more often than not.

Of that star, I don't know why, but the islanders of the Far East just suck when they call it.

When in the original world, other creatures of such a level that they do not leave or even enter large areas begin to irritate as soon as they cross into different worlds for some reason.

Killing insects in the original world was also a distant character, but it was also characterised by acts that delighted demons to blow the same human head off could be done fine.

People with personalities or talents who can't earn a single yen originally tend to suddenly become rich.

It is utterly puzzling.

This time I found it was originally a hungry ghost with a very conservative personality... but when I found it, he ran in some strange direction and shook off the limits to a quote that was in my eyes several times to die, after it turned out to be a dangerous thing to say that if I saw it as an enemy, I would kill it like an enemy too, I would kill it even if it wasn't an enemy.

That's not good yet.

To that extent, you can treat people with mental problems as one of them.

The problem is the talent that blossomed after the shake off.

The knowledge of the original world combined with the skills of the other worlds, called alchemy, appeared to be the strongest Instead, the talent that blossomed had become the skill name "composite alchemy," but this is the big problem.

The early story is that this skill, the substance known to the operator, is the skill at which most of it can be trained.

Finally, when I say human beings about that age in that island country on that star, I can be oddly familiar with the kind of knowledge that I can assure you will never use in your future life.

I mean, what's going on...

"Ah, Lord. One more blow up in the city.

"That's an 80-cm train gun. A hundred guns fired simultaneously."

"You're just falling off dragons and stuff."

"Patriot missiles are brilliant."

"The simultaneous assault of tens of thousands of cavalry is spectacular."

"It has to be a hundred thought tanks. By the way, warheads are degraded uranium bullets."

"If a full plate mail is about a small firearm, can you manage to defend it?

"Isn't that why you're using an M2 machine gun? If it gets swept up like that, people and garbage will be indistinguishable."

"Oh, now some castle has blown up, was that the Imperial Castle?

"Right. It was MGM-21A parsing I that got me into it."

"It's a mess. Isn't it unusual for a situation where people and demons fight together to face the brave?

"Now that you know it's unusual, keep your mouth shut..."

If I were to say it in a fed up tone, I would shut up the window that was reflecting that world with Gilliel's disgruntled expression, who for some reason was staring with glittering eyes.

He learned the reality that if he didn't shut up, he wouldn't know what he would do.

And this is terrible, and I turn back to the window.

There it shows a knight being blown away by a blast of grenades and splattered apart.

Elsewhere, horses and people had been shattered together after a decent blow from the main cannon of a tank, and it had been made so that it could not be described as a hive, such as a human body that had eaten a sweep of heavy machine guns.

You can't bring weapons into the fantasy world.

In the first place, it's a weapon that your residents don't understand, so they don't have the first idea of preventing it or avoiding it, and most of it boasts an unprotected power to prevent it.

"You can't have this world anymore. It's a level of doom today or doom tomorrow."

"Is it a write-off process, it's a waste"

I feel terribly sorry for Gilliel, but there's nothing I can do.

I was reflecting what was going on in that world. When I call a menu on a window, I process the erasure and then close the windows.

I would have been able to crumble and observe how the world would perish without a trace after all the astronomical mutations that would be happening if it had remained open, but not very pleasant to watch.

If you decide to cancel it, you can no longer ignore the impact on the world.

I take all the permissions from the administrator of that world, downgrade the administrator himself and then fly to another world.

I have committed one doomsday lapse in the world, so I ask you to encourage me to step down as angel number one for a while.

Gilliel calls out as I did those processing pale as I predicted the processing would end.

"Lord, I have a report for you."

"What? Let me tell you something, I'm in such a bad mood right now, me"

If there is one world that has been crushed, then naturally we must create one instead.

The creation itself has some chick shapes, so you can do it if you select one of them and mess with the elements to be enclosed for a bit, but you can't override the fact that you say there will be more work.

Upon hearing the word "grumpy," Gilliel opened her heavy mouth as she seemed slightly unsure whether to report it or not, but couldn't even take the option of pretending not to know it now more than she had cut it out when there was a report.

"Um, I'm in charge. I'm talking about the world where Lianya is being flown."

"Oh, there."

"It looks like the formation game is back on after all. This time at the initiative of the administrator in charge of the Demon Clan."

To some extent it was a situation I had expected, so my reaction remained a small tongue punch.

Is it surprising that my response was smaller than I thought, Gilliel looking at this one with a decent look?

"I thought you'd do it. But isn't it a little too soon? Time to detect disturbing movements and move on to execution."

"There's apparently a reason for that..."

I'm trying to tell you somewhere, Gilliel.

In the end, I'm going to report it, so I don't need a strange hoard or anything, so I'd appreciate it if you'd just throw up, but I'll wait for Gilliel to open her mouth.

"In order to alleviate the lack of resources in that world, Lianya carried the resources to that world..."

"Right. I have to thank Lianya for that."

If Lianya hadn't shook her head vertically, she would have had to do the task of choosing a soul that fits the criteria from a soul that said it was a few billion.

I think I have to thank you a lot because of the fact that you have reduced the task.

"Thanks to that resource, the world has been revitalized to a certain extent."

"Yeah, yeah, so?

"Thanks to the revitalization of the world... a demon king was born in the devil clan..."

"Ah..."

A demon king in that world is not born of blood.

A powerful demon clan suddenly breaks its limits one day and wakes up as the Demon King.

I would describe it as born, but while the world was weakened by a lack of resources, the demons continued to say that they were also affected by it, that there were not very powerful demons, or that they remained at that level even when they occurred.

That, thanks to Lianya's crossing of the world with resources, was able to point that world in the direction of activation, albeit slightly.

For its revitalization, it seems to say that there has been room for the demon king to be born.

When that happens, it's about those janitors.

Now that you have a powerful comma, let's play again - hungry neighbors in the neighborhood... It was not hard to imagine your child saying hello and restarting the game.

"Those fucking kids..."

"Lord!? Cheer up!

To the rushed voice of Gilliel, I reclaim who I was about to lose.

Danger, danger, I almost exercised my power against that world with anger in a little while.

Of course, that fucking kid... he almost wiped out five administrators without even leaving Chile, but if you do that, that world will perish.

Then it will perish easily already.

If I did that, it would make no sense to have bothered to let humans bow their heads and fly to different worlds.

Most of all, I am not worried about Lianya's condition.

Perhaps if I were motivated, this Gilliel, puffy trembling in front of me, would salvage Lianya's pattern from that world at full speed.

I have given you so much power and authority.

Later, I have to flat apologize to Lianya for coming here and get the rest of my life in another world ready.

Problem is, Lianya has that knife.

A sword of ten grades with indestructible attributes, to put it only in words, until then, in fact, Arre has become a substitute for what is termed the weapon of the Divine Age.

Incidentally, however, what we call the grade of quality in that world is divided into ten levels, from grade 1, which is a crude product, to grade 10, which is a worldly commodity.

That knife, which Gilliel had brought sneaking from Lianya's grave, was a level seven level at which artisans at the level known as the Goddess Master said they could manage to make it, but it had been upgraded to a level ten at the time it had an indestructible attribute.

This is because goods with indestructible attributes do not exist in that world, and goods with this attribute are classified into ten classes in that world without exception.

I mean, it's not supposed to be in people's hands, it's a weapon built for beings like us to wield.

What you're trying to say is that that knife is not only a weapon like the world's administrator and Gilliel, it's a weapon that can do even damage to me.

An early story is that I was kicked in the head with all my strength when I told the story of wanting you to cross over to another world. If you want me to live hard in another world because I destroyed that world, I'm almost certain that I will be cut off with that knife.

In that case, there is no clear answer to the question of whether we can continue to maintain our existence.

I have peeked into Lianya's battle scene several times, but all I can say is that it is a gift of technology dedicated to thoroughly slashing.

"And here's some additional information."

"What? You still got something?

"I was wondering if the people and elf administrators would take in Mr. Lotus."

"Well... I don't even know what that feels like"

There's no normal way to leave an individual holding all that fighting skill alone.

Moreover, both the people and the elves are becoming more or less connected to Lianya.

If the administrator of the Demon Nation got a comma called the Demon King, it could be said that it was a natural flow that would definitely be the comma you want.

Regardless, neither a person nor an elf would have gotten any information about the occurrence of the Demon King yet, but they should have already grasped it as information, so much so that the demon movement is active.

Having thought this far, I think of one fact.

The fact that I had in mind was that it would greatly increase my work, and I asked Gilliel, who looked worried about this one, even wanting to hold my head unexpectedly.

"Going with that flow...... I have one element of anxiety"

"I think the Lord's anxiety will be meddled. there is a brave summons movement on the part of the people"

I couldn't contain my voice from trembling at Gilliel's words that would preface my concerns.

"Here, here, here..."

"Cocksucker?

I screamed, kicking Gilliel spitting out of her mouth with her neck, probably cute personally.

"No, idiot! More of my work!

It can't reach anyone where I screamed.

One hundred understands that, and yet I still had to scream.

From time immemorial, it can be described as the ultimate other power petition for brave summons.

If that helpless administrator-managed world were to be joined by even more helpless elements, my work would undoubtedly increase.

"I don't like it anymore -! On behalf of someone!

"There's no way there's a substitute."

In the face of Gilliel, who said in a very calm voice, I punched my fist in relentlessly.