Daily Transfer - I'm Unmatched in All Worlds

Principality instruments began to play at the same time as I finished.

"Ugh, what is this? Feels weird."

"I'm deaf......!

Ituna and Cyanne give themselves up.

Principality number eighteen, a hymn of joy. If this guy disciplines his soul, at the end of the day, he brings' compulsory salvation 'to himself.

Although it is not for the Itunas to be effective thanks to the Harlem rules, instinctual disgust cannot be stopped.

"Damn, I get a headache whenever I listen"

Even while it was poisoning, there was beginning to be anomalies in the surrounding woods.

"Oh, what's that! The trees are weird!?

The trees of Ituna's fingers change into iron-like shades.

No, it's actually iron.

"He did it!

Cyanne viewed the Principality class as an enemy and tried to enter the offensive posture.

"Stop it!"

"Huh!?

Still Cyanne with a magical and imposing cry.

Failure in an earlier oak battle, even without trying, took the form of a quick life.

"Look, both of you. Don't irritate that big fat ass badly. He's not a decent match."

"What, Mr. Sakahagi?

"What do you mean!?

Needless to say, Ituna and Cyanne are completely solidified.

They both looked quite surprised that I was trying to avoid a fight.

"I'm not the type of guy who fights and wins,"

"So what do you do!?

"Of course, I'm going home politely!

In response to Ituna, he grabbed the head of the orc that had stopped abusively.

At the same time, its eyes regain light again.

"Mm, he!

"Cyanne, that's okay!

Control Cyanne trying to wield her nails and activate cheat abilities toward the oak.

At the same time, the principality hymn stopped.

"Oh, that?

Ituna's three braided antenna, which was reacting violently, returns to its original position with Petan.

Meanwhile, I threw down the used oak and shifted dimensionally in front of the Principality class bow.

"Return to where you should be, angel on the seventh floor! This is not a good world for you!!

Principality class bow stares back with no emotion in my frustrating scream.

"Woohoo, Apostle. I offer my gratitude for my new mission. May the world be filled with joy and peace."

And when I thought I'd returned a line that wasn't meshing, it vanished to the other side of the dimension, as polygonal as it was when it came out.

The shadow, which had shed a great deal of shade, disappeared without a trace, and the rays of the sun descended again into the forest.

After seeing the complete eviction, Cyanne quickly came to eat when she went back under the Itunas.

"Hey, what the hell was that?!

"Take a good look"

Pull the head of the rolling oak out as much as you want to show it.

There is no blood. On the contrary, he scattered a batch of sparks and exposed tubular metal parts instead of blood vessels.

"What is this... a machine, Mr. Sakahagi?

"Oh. These guys are machinations (machinations) to Angel Fleet...... I mean robots made into machines. When they're destroyed, they bring the fleet into the other world."

It is not the world itself that the Angel Fleet of Machine Life invades, but the personality held by the world. In other words, it is a world view.

According to a field report from the Ans-Baal Army Intelligence Department, Angelfleet is a Starfleet imitating angels and is seen as aiming to mechanize all organic life forms.

The most threatening is the Angel class, which should be the lowest above the rank. This guy is an invisible ultra-compact terminal (nanomachine) radiating from Angel Fleet book star Metatron into the whole universe, indiscriminately mechanizing (machinating) the different worlds he reaches. Most of the machinists I encounter are also machine-cultivated (machinated) individuals in this Angel class.

"No, it was dangerous earlier. I managed to leave because I was deluded. If I had handled this the wrong way, this world would have definitely been ruined."

Cyanne laughed delightfully at my big serious remarks.

"Speaking of which, you were a lot weaker, Sakahagi. Not even like you."

"Don't joke. It's the right thing to do, like me."

I always strike out at the straightforward means of violence because I don't have to tell them whether or not to give them a choice.

Absolutely. There is no compromise letter.

So if violence makes you less efficient, I'll seal it without hesitation.

"If you say that no matter how many defeats, twice as many will be sent in and you will want hell to keep you sane and keep fighting even as the heavenly mutations roll up and the hymn's circle plays... I could have let you hit him though?

"Oh, that's..."

That's right. Cyanne shut up, too.

I suppose so. All I can say about that torture who gets the loop to be heartily fun is the battle freak Salifah who's gone to Megamichlan.

Oh, no... a few others came to mind, but let's not think about it.

All in all, mechanics (machineries) who barely have instincts left on their way to mechanization (machineries)...... I mean, whatever the guys like Orc this time around, Angelfleet itself doesn't wave force on rare things.

Though we may sink the continent by lightning, hailing or tsunamis with weather-operated weapons to let us know the pointlessness of resisting, it is not only an act of demonstration and programmed for elimination by destruction.

Especially the Principality class is an unarmed ship that brings ruin to the world, which appears when it destroys a machinist (Masirim). Hymns. Yes, he specializes in fluttering trumpets and disciplining the soul energy of life into the same waveform.

The effect of hymns is not only on humans and monsters, but also on animals and plants, and life in harmony with the soul becomes a mechanic (Masirim) synchronized with the Angel Fleet.

Many worlds will destroy the mechanics (Masirim) born by the Angel class and complete all-world mechanization (World Machinate) by this Principality class.

Then the other world, which was fantasy-inspired, disappeared and the SF-inspired distopia of angel-striking mechanics (Masirim) would have to remain.

And the machinists will never stop singing hymns.

Perfect pitch, with the accompaniment of a frantically harmonious trumpet......

It is the uncontested world that is brought about by all-world mechanization (World Machinate).

No death, no disease, no discrimination by race, no difference between rich and poor, a world in which everyone shares the same values, upholds the same teachings and defines them as the best.

If you get nauseous listening to this story, that's normal. It is fundamentally incompatible with organic life, which depends on diversity, and the angel fleet, which pushes for uniqueness.

There is no more unproductive activity than continuing to fight such lifeless angels indefinitely. Anyway, it's vain, I tried. I'll cover it.

Now, the seemingly invincible Angel Fleet is very weak in its ability to manipulate machines but hence inorganic objects.

It's the hack and crack cheats I used for the principality class. This is the cheat capability I used to stop the orcs earlier.

I can freely manipulate machines running with electronic mechanisms accessed with this cheat capability. Stop, destroy, operate. Anything.

In this case, I hacked the principality class using the mechanized Oak computer as a stepping stone and misled my withdrawal order to be a command from a superior terminal.

If you care about that, you can play as much as you want with hack and crack cheats to make the principality sing, or craft their own showdown weapon from their parts, but they're only opponents to have you go home peacefully, especially if you have no business.

I briefly summed up such a story and told the Itunas.

"Anyway, fighting Angel Fleet from the front is what fools do. If you see it in the future, don't make a detour."

"Yes!"

"Oh, okay..."

Nodding to the two replies, I collect the oaks in the item box.

After stopping one angel-class device drifting through the atmosphere with hack and crack cheats, I decided to leave the forest.

This is how we saved a world in danger of ruin, even if we didn't try.

There was no guarantee anywhere that there would be no mechanics (Masirim) somewhere else, but I just don't have the in-laws to take care of that much.

"Welcome back, master."

Fantasy world with made-to-measure coffee run by Japanese trippers. In order to receive a small reward that protects its uniqueness, we enjoy our services in a made-to-measure coffee.

I just tried to use up the currency I cashed out in this world, and I didn't like the store anything else. It's not like I wanted to collect stamp cards and talk to my maid. I don't know.

I was impressed that Ituna and Cyanne were either too used to seeing maids or were completely unresponsive to the store.

"If they do get hit Angel Fleet, they're gonna double the number, right? Does that make any sense or something?

Ituna casually says as she fights Millefeuil and sweets.

I don't know.

The terminal just works according to the program, so I don't even know how that's the case with hack and crack cheats, and I can't help thinking about it.

What's wrong with my cheat ability? I can't go beyond the boundaries of the world.

"If our own followers get hurt, they'll come quickly...? It's as if you care about God."

I grinned with pleasure as Cyanne shrugged like the rest of the HR, strawberry parfait.

"God hey......"

Certainly there is a mafia-like god who doesn't forgive believers if they get hit.

But for most gods, believers are pawns, or resources.

At least in the multidimensional world of fucking God, where Gaff's room soul energy circulation system solved the heat problem (entropy) of the universe, how beautifully arranged, that's the fact.

Of course there are good gods, but there are more overwhelming arrogant gods who don't think of anything as much as believers getting killed.

So the way to wait for the faithful to be done, even if you get a big name, seems far-fetched to God.

Besides, it is incompatible in the first place with the gods based on mysteries and paranormal powers that are incomprehensible and with the science that aims to elucidate all events.

Faith is also easy to gather because the magical fantasy world was favored by the gods, not the modern scientific world.

Instead, I'd rather science the shape of Mr. Elfmaid's ass, who's taking orders well at the table across the street.

Regardless, there is no risk of exposure because it puts the point of view at a different angle with visual metastasis cheats. I can assure you that it is a gentleman's act according to manners, as it is a cheat that you can peek into in your skirt if you want to.

"What's the matter, Mr. Sakahagi? Bo!"

"Mm-hmm."

He was pulled back from the world of butt plastic science at Ituna's pointing.

Visual metastasis cheats also look like they're thinking from the side.

Speaking of which, I think I've been thinking about Angel Fleet, okay?

I know I can't think of an answer anyway. Above all, it's impossible for a disciplined soul to have a wish to summon me, so I can't even imitate getting on the Angel Fleet book star.

Besides, when I think about them, for some reason, it's like it's always a summer on my head, and my thoughts are out of place. For once, I feel like someone's face comes to mind...

"Hmm? What?"

Ituna glances at my face.

I felt somewhat gentle about innocent behavior without any concern.

I laugh all the time as I feel my tired heart heal.

"Out of the question, maybe it was humans who made the Angel Fleet. I just thought so."

I took the fair chicken out of the item box, but it didn't make any sense, and I said so.

I forgot the next moment.