D Genesis, 3 Years after Dungeon Appeared

Earlier that morning, I was woken up by a phone call.

"... fufu"

"Yoshimura-san! It's Naruse!"

Fufu

"It's not like I'm sleeping! I'll be in your way soon, please go down to the office!!

"Fu... yes?

When I noticed, the phone had already been hung up.

Looking at the clock, it's still 6: 00. I wonder what happened.

"I wonder if the Earth is x2, a big pinch."

I unexpectedly shrugged from the futon. That day was a very cold morning.

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Hofuah, thank you very much.

"Good morning. What's wrong with you, Miyoshi? You're a nasty kid."

Miyoshi, who had a slumber habit, came down the stairs with a sleepy face.

Er... But that's enough. Anyway, I only have senpai. "

So I closed my eyes with my cheeks on the dining table.

"What is it? When did you go to bed?

"After four o'clock. I feel like the world's jet lag is dead."

Is it about checker manufacturing? Four o'clock in the morning means 19: 00 in London, 20: 00 in Amsterdam, 11: 00 in San Francisco, and 14: 00 in New York. "

That's what I said, considering the time differences between countries.

"Well, they will. But senpai..."

When she woke up, she opened her eyes and smiled. You're telling me that the Ultra Heal started working?

Of course, I'm still sleepy.

"It's 12: 00 in San Francisco and 15: 00 in New York."

Is that it?

The time difference with Japan is 14 hours on the east side and 17 hours on the west side.

"Fufufufu. Summer time in the United States starts at 2 a.m. on the second Sunday in March."

"So this year... from the 10th?"

"Yes, it is."

And when he stood up, he began to boil it with water.

"Americans don't get tired of pounds of yards and twist the daylight saving time line. We should start on April 1st."

It's a strange country, isn't it?

Miyoshi took out the coffee beans and blurred his gaze into the air while grinding them by hand for today.

"It looks like a country that thinks rationally at first glance, and with the exception of science, medicine, and international relations, we still haven't adopted the metric method. Only Liberia and Myanmar have that kind of country."

"Even in Liberia, it's almost metre law now. Besides, America is not a particularly rational country. I just like to benefit myself."

Except for some scientific thoughts, there are many actions that seem far from rationality.

I felt that if I pursued my personal interests, I would have managed to rationalize it. And if the organization becomes huge, the systems that support it have to be rational because they demand efficiency even if they don't want to.

"I wonder if the miles and yards of the English road sign, and the pints and pounds."

"Ah, the amount of steak in pounds doesn't make any sense."

The difference between weight and volume is the same idea as Japanese stone, because it is originally a unit conceived from the food one consumes per day.

These units would have been useful when thinking about how many people would support the community as a whole.

"But I like pints. It feels like beer, doesn't it?

"I think it's the pints that are different in size in the United States and England."

"When it comes to pints, British pints are justice. Rice liquid pints are nearly 100 millimeters short. Some shops use a glass of rice liquid pint while talking about pints."

"Ha, that's fine."

With his sleepy head, talking like an idiot, Mr. Naruse made a loud noise without ringing the bell and opened the door, jumping into the office.

"Yes, I want to... nh, I want to!

Sanyoshi gave her water as she breathed out. In English pint glass.

"Ah, thank you...."

Drinking the water with a breath, she took the tablet out of the bag and put it on the table.

"Look at this!

"The inscription...?

What was shown there was an inscription that kept its full shape.

"Actually, this was taken back from the tenth floor yesterday by a French search party and has not yet been released."

Eh? Well, maybe...

"Isn't that the page that was supposed to be in the building?

Naruse nodded loudly.

"That's the problem."

"What?"

She pointed to the tablet inscription with her trembling fingertips and said quickly.

"This says how to extract energy from Factor D!

"Excuse me?

"Nevertheless, it's a relatively small power source."

The moment he heard that, Miyoshi made a noise and stood up from the chair, and with a small leap of momentum, he turned around.

"Manual, Kitaaaaaa!!

"Manual?"

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Well, I guess I haven't slept in two hours.

Anyway, just yesterday, there was a manual in front of me that I wanted to talk to you about.

I even felt a little strange about the timing. Speaking of which, I talked about the battery a little before the French team got the inscription. Maybe it's some kind of service.

"Besides, what does it say about that page, about the nonsense?

"Nomble?"

Nomble is the part of the book where the number of pages is written.

Naruse took up the tablet and enlarged the area, whilst bending her neck as if she were worried about something like that.

"... Appendix 1?

I knew it.

appendix is an appendix to this book, additional information.

In other words, the information that was not originally intended for this part.

"After all, what is it?

"Well, somehow, I mean, I think it's a feature that was quickly created to move the notebook PC that we took."

Yes?

So I told her about the last interaction I had with the doctor.

The video I gave her was, by way of example, audio-free.

"So this is Dr. Tyler?

"Rather, it's Danzku, probably."

"So, can I publish this?

"I can't hide the inscription because it was brought back by France, and Russia and the United States can learn about it without us publishing it. And you can't hide it."

Hidden away, as long as there's Hivenleaks, it could eventually be published there.

In other words, it is useless for both countries to hide it. In Mt. Seki, which is blamed for hiding, it will have to be made public to all countries.

"But please wait until the inscription is made public."

"Of course."

Naruse smiled bitterly.

It's a new inscription. If you publish it first, it will be revealed that DA is involved in the translation, and if there is not some increase in access after it is published, you can investigate from the access record.

It would be better to publish the translation after the data has spread to DAs around the world as much as possible.

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A search party dispatched by France had left behind a unit to transport the remains of the Porter, which the development company had asked for, and had brought the black box and inscriptions back first.

The inscription has been submitted to JDA under the Convention but will be returned to France at a later date.

And now, in a room at the French Embassy, Lieutenant-Colonel Arthur Boulanger looked at the contents of a black box taken out by a technician sent from Dassault.

What is this?

Laurent Picard, the French ambassador to Japan, who was watching it together, ran like that without much attention.

In the first half, battles were recorded against the constantly attacking Undead herd. The Ark was quite useful, but it might have been the driving force behind them.

Was it this attack that caused the porter to be crushed when the bar guest appeared and was attacked by a hellhound and repeated intense attacks that made the arm bend? The next moment I thought about it, the monsters were gone.

So, when I climbed up the hill chasing something that was going forward, I saw the spire in the distance.

Without turning back, they approached the hall with a porter whose movement was slightly less smooth (the screen was shaking as they moved).

The undead, so overflowing, lurked like a lie, as if they were in fear of visiting, and even looked like they were hiding somewhere.

Then, from the time we infiltrated the building until the screen blacked out, it was really appropriate to call it a hell of a picture.

What the hell is this?

The ambassador, who turned away by accident, murmured to pray to God, and Lieutenant-Colonel Boulanger stopped the video and said.

Please show me the way through the gate of the building again.

As the technician nodded and played the scene, Lieutenant-Colonel Boulanger stood in front of the monitor and pointed to the upstairs window.

Here it is.

There was something like a man in the window.

The ambassador murmured at it.

Shadow?

I heard that there was a first Explorer in this building?

That's just imaginary. There's no evidence that the party we were tracking actually entered the Mansion. "

In the evening on the 10th floor, a wandering museum and tears are appearing. If it wasn't Victor's team that brought it up, who else would it be?

"It's just a guess."

Boulanger, shrugging his shoulders to the ambassador's careful line, said to the engineer, "Can you wash? I just heard that.

When the technician dispatched from Dassault nodded to the line, he took advantage of the ten seconds of time it was reflected and raised the resolution of the still image.

I can't do this anymore.

The enlarged image that was displayed with that in mind, which could not be said to be flattering, showed two people.

One for the Orientals, the other for the...

You look Western. I heard that the party I was chasing was a pair of Japanese. "

So who the hell is this Western-looking guy? The moment Boulanger thought so, the telephone in the room sounded and one of his men took it.

One of his men, who had been talking to the other side for some time, looked back at Boulanger and gave him a phone and said, "It's a phone call."

Surprised at his subordinates who didn't tell him, he took the phone and put it in his ear.

Boulanger.

I showed you the contents of the black box.

Behind the phone was a high-ranking (...) (...) man he knew well.

"Commander, do you know David of Artum Foraminis?

Just talk. You're the representative of the church with the rumored Virgin, right?

That's right. I let him go after a party at his request. "

"What the hell were you doing until you interrupted your mining assignment?

"You said I'd lead you to God."

"God?"

A smile leaked from the other side of the phone.

"I know you'll be skeptical. I don't believe that either."

At the end of the eighties, France was historic, with 80% of the population Catholic.

But now, Christianity as a whole is only half the population. 40% are secular. I mean, I don't believe in religion.

"Whatever the Retrick, he said. There were suggestions that it was pointing to something beyond the dungeon."

Speaking of dungeon churches, they are.

Ha, that man is not such a balls.

David believes in something more realistic. Money, for example.

"Even if there was someone living in a wandering hall, there was no guarantee that it was somebody beyond the dungeon."

Instead, Commander Boulanger thought it natural to think of it as some kind of monster.

Like vampires, for example.

The man says Japan is already in contact with something.

"What?

Boulanger saw two people still on the screen.

So, is this Oriental man still a Japanese explorer?

If so, the shadow of the Westerners...

Did you hear the story about the Yoyogi Dungeon being able to communicate?

"Yes, it was incredible, but it was true."

Did you know that someone Victor and the others chased was able to communicate after touching something?

It's possible in time... no way

"I don't know the truth either."

If that's true, it means that you're in contact with something with extraordinary technology, such as creating dungeons, and you're getting some kind of return.

If you keep it a secret, you won't be able to see it anywhere in the world.

That's right. He said he had proof of that. "

The man over the phone said as if he remembered something.

Proof?

I don't know what that is.

If that's true, you'll need to ask David.

Rather than France, it could be about the whole planet.

"He must be in an apartment built by the DGSE in Yoyogi."

Is this the nesting ground of Iwatsubame?

Intelligence from all over the world is gathering in one condominium to build a stronghold, and it looks like a nest of squirrels.

From the other side of the phone, there was a smiling atmosphere again.

That's right. Thank you for the rest. "

Got it.

"This will be the last piece of information I can leave you."

The damage was too great.

"Unfortunately."

That's how he put the phone down.

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"Hey, Miyoshi."

"What is it?

"This manual is kind of sexy, isn't it?

"Ah, did senpai think so too?

I saw the description of the equipment that Naruse wrote about turning Factor D into electricity, scattered on the table.

"A crystal spherical flask? An unusual furnace?

"As far as the description goes, it still looks like Athanol, right?"

Miyoshi pointed his finger at the part where the description of the furnace was written and smiled bitterly.

If Naruse had knowledge of alchemy, it was likely that it would have said "philosopher's egg" or "athanol".

I slapped a piece of paper that copied the translation that Naruse wrote.

"The Stone of the Wise!

"I'm the one who writes Klingon on the last page of the scribes' book."

When Miyoshi applied his cheek cane, he shook the page.

Most of the information written here is pointless garbage, and I think it's mostly Dr. Tyler's prank.

Platinum and gold are used a lot in the catalyst, and it seems that it is written that "stability is needed" or something that is most likely.

"I'm going to turn these modern chemists into medieval alchemists, Doctor."

"But senpai. Looking at this, I thought that Factor D was certainly a little bit like the stone of a wise man."

Well, if that's what they say.

A sage's stone is more than gold, silver, and immortality.

The Book of the Revelation of Hermes, written by Parakersus around the 16th century, features a lamp made of the stones of the wise that burns forever. If you think about it, it's the same thing that you can take out electricity forever.

Even if my body heals, it's like Arkana's organ.

"When you alchemize your soul and integrate with God, Factor D will kneel down and listen to everything you say."

Ha.

So, are you the Dark Lord?

"No, you. It would be too damaging for anything."

However, we decided to consider a different approach, inspired by the way it was written.