Daily Transfer - I'm Unmatched in All Worlds

"Okay, we'll hunt the orcs, hunt them, hunt them all -!

"Wash your neck and wait, you ugly dirty pigs. I'll wipe you out without one left!

Having been safely informed of the monster without the occurrence of an event involving a chimp in the Adventurer's Guild, we were walking into the back of the woods a long way from town.

Me and Cyanne have been calling out the names of motivated and planned crusades since earlier.

"Hey, Mr. Sakahagi. What kind of monster is an oak?

As I was waving Matchett at the speed of sound, cutting off the disturbing branch leaves and making my way, Ituna asked, who couldn't follow our tension and left us.

Decided to defeat the orc that was the guild's constant crusade request, Ituna should have snorted "That's fine" too... didn't you know the orc in the first place?

"Probably a pig-headed man-made monster."

"Probably what?

You expected 'I know everything, Mr. Sakahagi' as usual, and Ituna unexpectedly tilts her neck a bit.

"When I say oak, I can't say for sure that it varies considerably from one world to another. Oh, yeah...... what was the oak like in Cyanne's world?

Cyanne looked uncomfortable when she was told the story.

"He's a lowly barbarian. They were like grabbing women from other races, enslaving them and adding more offspring because only males were born."

"Wow."

Ituna, who is oblivious to the knowledge of his hand, is also just a dongle.

Cyanne's commentary continues.

"Growing fast, the kid's oak grows up in a few years. Strength also fights on the front lines with no fear, but no head to understand elaborate maneuvers. Father used the enslaved oak as an assault soldier. Is that true in this world?

"Well, isn't that generally what it looks like?

While appropriately nodding to Cyanne's doubts, he took over the explanation with his index finger up.

"But well, maybe it's not a measure that females aren't born in other worlds. By the way, some other worlds are delicious oaks when eaten with pork, and in a game-mimimicking world, drops come and go with popping miscellaneous fish monsters. Still, it's generally common to call evil monsters."

"Hmm. It's a different world, but it's like you have the same motif."

Oh, sharp.

"You're going a good line, Ituna. Exactly."

"Huh?

I praise Ituna for poking the truth without trying, but she looks at me like she doesn't know what she's talking about.

Yeah, it's just the right opportunity and I'll tell you what.

"Monsters that come out of different worlds if they follow the original are inheritances from Earth. More importantly, the way the multidimensional universe now exists is that the fantasies imagined on Earth have been created as different worlds."

"Earth? What is that? What's this all about?

If I answer Cyanne's question, I'll be derailed, so now I'm gonna stand my finger in my mouth and move on.

"I think I told Ituna when it was in the booze seat, but I told you that one god won the bet and became the supreme god to rule all universes"

"Yeah, you're a fucking god"

Oh, Ituna, here. I dared to lay down my name.

Cyanne's too busy, isn't she?

"He was a pillar of God on Earth, which was minor at the time, and in countless parallel worlds, but he didn't want to win bets from the beginning. When I was going to rule the universe, I left it to God, who was good at rulemaking, to throw round."

"Wow, sucks. But there's a picture in my head."

It's unusual for Ituna to look down so far. What the hell happened?

Meanwhile, I feel that Cyanne, who doesn't have this about the story, has no heart or a grump. I might persevere if I don't teach you properly later.

"I don't really know why multidimensional universe creation isn't my specialty. I knew we needed a common law... cosmic constitutive source theory (the Origin Rule). When we became the stage of creating a new world in space, we talked about what kind of source theory (rules) we would have to model the Earth after all. At that time, the chick type favored by the creative gods of each world was a fantasy-inspired world from Earth."

"Wait!"

Until then, Cyanne, who had no choice but to wrap her fingers around her, suddenly broke in.

"I'm not sure what that earth is... no way the other world I've ever crossed... no, not even the world I was in! They created just one world as a model!?

I think there is a slight misunderstanding.

I laugh back at that inquiry.

"Brave man. Demon king. Monsters. Gods. Adventurer Guild. That's all it looks like. It's more natural to have a common scripture (bible), isn't it?

"Stupid. Then we'll all be in the same world, and the difference will be gone."

"Not quite."

I shook my head to the side with utmost calmness at Cyanne, who argued with a trembling voice.

"It's not my personality to let it out because I want to. It's my personality that leaves even if I don't think I can get it out. In fact, when a pig-faced, unclean, frantic, feisty woman has so much in common, I've seen the orc come off of it so many times."

It's not even a pigface in the first place, it's a noble race, it has different special abilities, it has an "oak at" at the end of the story when speaking human language.

It's up to the gods to cook the same ingredients.

"Well, but Cyanne. You're right, too. From what I've seen, I'm pretty sure it looks almost the same everywhere."

Saying it makes me vain, and I drop my shoulders sighing.

Quite a while back I wasted my time trying to figure out and move my personality from one world to another.

It's more or less the same thing, so we just have to attack more or less the same.

But Cyanne remained silent with a harsh look on my whining like that.

I didn't ignore me.

"Mr. Sakahagi"

Two, Ituna whining to lurk her voice.

Those three braids were upside down like antennas.

"Oh, if you walk around the territory with all this silly noise, that would come"

(Hannah) I can't begin to think of a secret ambush. It was an arithmetic of deliberately luring me out and having fun.

Rough, and then some strange breath is already surrounding us.

The silhouette, hidden from among the trees, was generally consistent with the so-called oak I imagine.

But.

"Hey, Sakahagi. Is that how the orcs in this world shine?

Cyanne was right.

Not a metaphor or anything, but literally the eyes of the orcs shine brilliantly.

It was like a search light hunting down an escaped prisoner.

It narrows the siege without rushing, making footsteps that I'm not used to hearing properly.

You don't have to hurry, prey... at least you understand that we have no escape route that the Orcs think we have.

Eventually, I could still clearly see the pig-faced, seemingly "Ah, it's oak" shape.

It was precisely at this time that I found myself uncomfortable with an undisturbed line that was unsuitable for the disorderly oaks.

And the moment I understood that what I thought was a breath was like some kind of driving sound emitted by the guys.

"" "The man is in the interior. The women are sullen in our iron potty. Resistance is pointless. Doh!

When the orcs shouted at the exact same time with a mixed electron-sounding, deafening dami voice, the more bun and light particles from the tip of things like their gripping iron bars elephanted (and barely) the shaped fans.

"Wow, that was an axe! Wow!"

Ituna was innocent of the first trick she saw.

"Hmm, funny. You sure don't seem to be the orc I know!

Cyanne also starts to exasperate with an invincible grin.

"Oh... well, this is also a different world personality..."

What they're equipped with is like an axe with a beam forming part of a blade.

Even when it comes to orcs like this, it is a thousand different things.

In some parts of the world, orcs also wield SF tick beam ax......

"Is there such a wack! Hey, watch out, both of you! He and the others..."

"Eh heh, you must win first!

Apparently, my stopping was slow.

When a thunderbolt ran from Ituna's three knitting, it collapsed like the oaks gave him a bee and a spark to short.

"Ituna, don't run out!

Then Cyanne rips the orcs apart like a paperworker with her magic claws.

My warnings are vain, and Ituna and Cyanne have begun to indulge the orcs.

"Uh... well, come on"

I don't know how strong these orcs are, but from what I've seen, they're not at a level where the two struggle.

Besides, I just told her not to do it now, and Cyanne's in a bad mood.

While I was thinking about something like that, one of the orcs swung the Beam Axe up the big top and attacked me.

By the way, the beam we refer to here is the blade of light that electromagnetically banded high energy by accelerating and resonance excitation of heavy particles. It is a kind of fictional weapon that comes out in SF, a silo thing that should never come out in the fantasy world of swords and magic.

Heavy particles scattered from the beam can kill humans just by bathing at close range, but I, or Ituna and Cyanne under Bride Origin (Harlem Rule) asylum, will not be affected.

No matter if you hit it, I'm sorry... but on the contrary, if you don't even hit it, there's nothing to say.

Speed-oriented Ituna and Cyanne, of course, won't even let me.

"Well, make sure first"

Blink the beam ax and gently touch the oak pig's head while activating a certain cheat.

Then the oak stopped moving as it stood.

"Yes, definitely."

Then all you have to do is clean it properly.

Temporarily the same procedure stops the orcs due to light wing disease (...).

There was no orc to move quickly.

"Huh. Good luck!"

Ituna makes a big stretch and labors us.

"Chip, don't eat enough..."

Was it incomplete combustion, if Cyanne was unhappy?

"This is how it works."

There seemed to be about fifty of them, but the orcs were not our enemies.

If I were a strong enemy, I wouldn't be playing, so I hope so.

Even Cyanne doesn't ask me how I stopped the oak.

Even now because it looks like you used paralytic magic.

"Hey, Mr. Sakahagi. Are all orcs monsters like this? Or just the other world here?

"Until just now, I was half-hearted, but you're certainly right. Do you think personality will follow later?"

Oh, is that the way you two see it?

"What's going on?

"What, that raw, warm gaze..."

I knew I needed a daughter-in-law for a different life.

It's an idea I can't do, not very much, but trapped by stereotypes. It heals me when I see something like this.

It really impresses me that you're not making fun of me, but that's how you see it.

"No."

Though, I have to point out the mistake.

If you prolong, the correction becomes troublesome.

"Unfortunately, he's an oak, not an oak."

Shoulder to shoulder as I smack the head of the orc I made him stop.

"To be more precise, I'm at a place where the orcs of this world are mechanized (machine-type) mechanics (machine-type). I'll explain everything later."

"See?"

"What does that mean?"

Come on, let's go.

When I look up to heaven, Ituna and Cyanne are also caught looking up into the sky.

There he was about to elephant (and barely) something polygonal appearing out of the void and clear, making a chirping and strange noise.

A giant shadow blocks the rays of the sun and the Book of Darkness descends beneath us.

"Is that a ship...?

Ituna's thoughts are correct.

Exactly. It is more of a ship than a ship.

If it's a ship, why can it fly? That, of course, is because the wings are growing.

Countless white wings grow from a ship about 200 meters long and are flapping. No matter how much the blades were, there's no way they could support a huge mass.

"Hey, my God... but what is this?"

Cyanne's astonishment is not impossible either.

Physical laws generally adopted in planetary different worlds… i.e., none of the magical fluctuations, even though they fly in total disregard of gravity.

It was also evident to Cyanne's appraisal eye that she did not use flying magic.

The countless projections equipped by the outside of the ship besides the blades are trumpet-shaped rinks.

No, to tell the truth, I'm a trumpet. This ship is also a giant instrument.

On the bow of the ship is a naked motif that can be taken as both a boy and a girl in a prayerful pose.

It is that instrument that is responsible for accompanying this ship's neck song.

If one from Earth had seen this ship with a divinity that combines beauty, then functional beauty, elaborately calculated by the golden ratio, he would have this sentiment.

"He's like an angel..."

Announced with merciful, but unspoken, flat and mechanical voice with a beautiful sound that the bow's mouth did not seem to belong to the world as if it were to echo Ituna's whine.

"I will mechanize (machinate) you all. No need for resistance."

They are the most beautiful, massive, second-highest otherworldly invaders in the world I tour, after the Megamichlan.

This is what Ans-Baal, located in third place, calls it.

"Dimensional world erosion type unified terminal. Angel Fleet Principality."