Daily Transfer - I'm Unmatched in All Worlds

"Please, demon god. Bring the brave... bring Al back to life!

It was the goddess who summoned me that day.

The room has a majestic atmosphere...... probably one of the temples.

Behind her comes a plea in a prayerful pose, a woman warrior with a strange face and an old magician.

Wishes are the resurrection of the brave...... surely without the brave from the brave party would it be such an organization?

"Where is the brave man's body?

"That... vanished in consultation during the showdown with the Demon King..."

"Hmm..."

The pledge is clear, but I figured it out.

As surprising as it may seem, it is rare for me to be summoned in a resurrection wish.

Even though there will probably be much more potential totals of wishes than immortality, is.

Of course, it wouldn't be unrelated to my inability to use faith-based magic to resurrect the dead.

But the biggest reason lies in the multidimensional universe-specific circumstances that fucking God manages.

Gaff's room.

An efficient and superinhumane system of automatic recovery of the soul of the dead at the same time as the end of life to convert it into the energy of a new generation.

Whoever you are, you cannot escape the fate of bleaching your soul and washing it away beautifully and refreshingly if you die.

The only exceptions are cheat reincarnators and non-standard exception rules like me and Alto (Overflow One).

"Mr. Sakahagi?

Neighbor Ituna looks up to me.

You're not gonna do it for you? That's the face.

He doesn't believe and doubt that it's possible for me to bring the dead back to life.

All in all, I decided to take some confirmation to the Brave Party while keeping my hands under control as I watched in silence to Ituna.

"The resurrection of the brave...... is that what you want?

"Yes! There is no difference, demon god!

The goddess shakes her head many times desperately.

Neither of the other two would open their mouths, but they nodded at Eagle Deep.

"Right..."

In fact, at the time I am being summoned, "this pledge achievement is a wish to the extent possible for the Reverse Ha" is definitely judged by Summons and Pledges.

I can't be alarmed at all because it is the most judgment, including the proxy pledge.

"Then let me ask you why first"

Question the goddess as she decides to face the pledgee seriously without tearing it up as usual.

"Reason......?

"Oh, yeah. In some cases, the resurrection of the brave may not be necessary. How can you hope for the resurrection of the brave?

Assuming the motive for wanting to revive the brave is "to defeat another demon king" or something, that's probably what I can substitute for by defeating the demon king.

A female warrior and an old magician flashed their faces around "no resurrection needed," but the goddess answered instantly.

"Al is... my family, my brother. No further reason."

I see, were you a survivor?

This... could be a pretty nasty pledge.

"I hope so, Temple of the Devil."

An old magician came out of his mouth.

"Sakahagi is fine"

"Then Lord Sakahagi. I don't doubt the power of that... but is it possible to revive the brave?

"Just to conclude, it's probably possible. But I can't say enough that it will be the resurrection you want."

"What do you mean?

A female warrior leaned her neck.

"Right...... well, let's try it. Brave man, come back to life."

When I used the impromptu revival cheat, a young man appeared before the three of them.

"A, Al!

"What!?

"Seriously... this guy is amazing"

The three of them opened their eyes in uniform surprise.

No matter how brave a young man in blue armor is a young man with an atmosphere... this seems to be what a brave man was called Al.

"Al!"

The goddess held onto the brave.

I talk a lot, in tears......

"Al, Al? Can't you talk?

Because he was so unresponsive, the goddess looked into the eyes of the brave man in surprise.

"It's too soon to rejoice. Only flesh and ability have resurrected. I haven't had a soul."

This brave man is a fake (copy) reconfigured based on three memories with an impromptu resurrection cheat, not in person.

And there is no self in the copy.

Summoners don't show up at my feet.

Naturally. There's no way this is going to make a pledge more than what the Brave Party wants is a "family" or "companion" rather than a "function" of the brave.

Still, the Brave Party was speaking to the brave, to rejoice in the reunion.

"Lord Sakahagi, I'm sorry. I don't think I can do miracles like this anymore..."

"Honestly, when Srina called out the demon god to bring Al back to life, I wondered what would happen."

My eyes are clearly changing looking at me as an old magician and a female warrior.

Well, that's why I let him use impromptu revival cheats as an easy-to-understand demonstration.

"You're really going to bring me back to life, Mr. Sakahagi!

Ituna praises me as usual, but I honestly can't be happy.

I didn't know you were going to make such a serial and painful pledge when you were putting out Ituna...

The goddess shoots me in the eye even more seriously than she did earlier.

"Master Sakahagi. How do I get Al's soul back?

... Yes, the problem starts here.

I don't have the means to get my cleansed soul back in Gaff's room.

I wish you were reincarnated into the same world, but the same timeline reincarnation like Caina-chan is extremely rare. It would be hopeless.

The goddess seemed ready to pay any price.

Then I'll have to live up to it.

"Is that... is there a legend about the country where the dead go to this world, or a legend about where the soul of the dead goes?

Make sure it feels like prayer.

That changes my behavior to a certain extent.

"The Land of the Dead...... Oh, are you talking about the legend of Yomi for a second?

"Where the dead warrior goes, isn't it Valhalla?

Women are exchanging opinions that it's not like that.

If it is ambiguous in terms of legend level, it may not be real.

But......

"Lord Sakahagi. Is that possibly about Hellheim?

An old magician asks, grinning a long beard.

The women saw the old magician.

"Is it Hellheim?

"What the hell?"

"Hmm. When there is an underground world inhabited by the dead called Hellheim, I have now seen it in the literature of the late Great Sage Itou. No one is alive to be sure."

"That Ito-sama's!

"If that's the case, isn't there really?

Do you have it?

Ah (...) and (...) and (...) of (...), it's Itou.

When that happens, can we just hope it's not 'real' after all......

Though, until I fulfill my vows.

Ask without a heart.

"Let me know more"

"I don't know if it's true or not."

I finished listening to the stories of the old sorcerer with a rugged face without any tearing up.

"Hey, Mr. Sakahagi. I'm not fine! What's the matter with you?

We were walking around the city saying a slightly forceful goodbye to the three of us who wanted to follow us on our journey towards Hellheim.

Stop a long way from the summoned temple.

"Hey, Ituna."

"What?

I even feel sorry for Ituna for acting like she was always in bright shape.

That is why we will not be using Rule 3 here.

I never looked back at my intentions and opened my mouth.

"I might just... destroy this other world."

"What, why!?

While I forgive the astonishing Ituna, I tell the truth in a surprisingly calm voice myself.

"It's illegal to send spiritual souls into Gaff's room and let them stay inside the world in a fucking God universe."

Perhaps the most common violation in the multidimensional universe of fucking God is "to create a world of the dead within another world".

The dead here refer to those who keep the soul of their lifetime intact.

There seems to be a source theory (rule) that the soul of the dead must be sent to Gaff's room due to illness (and) unless it is to be reincarnated.

The gods and the world that distorted it are wiped out by the fucking gods without any discretion.

Still, it is Eva's saying that God, who creates the world of the dead for various reasons, never ceases to follow.

For once, there are no exceptions.

For example, the other world, where the resurrection of the dead is a manipulation.

Special permission may descend on the stage for the gods to enjoy the appearance of life suffering and scratching between life and death as entertainment. Or it's swooping around like a fucking god taking the initiative to create it.

Especially popular is the boxyard world, where different world trippers kill each other.

The Trippers will rise again and again without being guffed, and will be forced into eternal Battle Royale.

Adjusting so that parallel worlds are not derived as a condition of special provisions; and another. It will be mandatory to provide the stage itself with the means of self-destruction and to install mechanisms capable of destroying it at any time and recovering all its soul energy. Otherwise, you won't get the fucking permission of God.

Conversely, it would mean that in these normal otherworlds the legal phantom (Kakuriko) is not even desirable.

"Assuming a violation is confirmed, I won't be tickled by a fucking god... but if he finds out that I'm in the underworld, he's out when he confirms my trends to the present and past future with an all-powerful view. This other world will be 'deleted'"

"So, but the story just now isn't necessarily true, is it!?

"Sort of."

Yes. So there is hope.

No, or... it's going to be a story that has no salvation whatsoever for that brave party...

"So as far as I'm concerned, I just hope there's no such thing as a land of the dead that the gods have prepared for Angra."

Cursing the way a world is like shit full of deception...... I seemed the most credible. To confirm the legend of Hellheim, I started acting.

And the next day.

Me and Ituna were coming back to the brave party.

"Dear Sakahagi! My brother! Al's soul!

The goddess sticks to me with my return.

"Calm down, Srina"

A female warrior cares and strips the goddess from me.

"Lord Sakahagi... how is that, Hellheim...?

An old magician asks with a strange look on his face.

My answer to that.

"Oh. 'There he is'. I don't know if I can call it the land of the dead like you guys say, but there was definitely a place that was like an undead hoard."

"Oh... my God!

An old magician opened his eyes wide to see if he was heartening to the great discoveries of the century.

"So, there's my brother too!

"Oh, I ran into you. You weren't welcome."

Besides, can I call you a brave man?

Either way, I take the sealed beads out of the item box.

"The spirit of the brave man is sealed on this one. Show me to the brave man I brought back."

"Yes!

A brave man was dogging a round roasted pig in one of the guided temples.

As usual, he is without a soul, so it seems he can only act animally.

"I'm surprised. Al, even in this state, we can fight Atashi properly in mock warfare. I wonder if he remembers his body."

It's reconfigured based on the memory of a brave party, so it's obvious when it comes to fighting.

It's inherently a cheat ability to use it that way.

Well, and.

It's my job from here on out.

We should be able to do it this way, but now...

"Unseal"

Hit the sealed bead on the forehead of the brave man and chant the usual word.

Then.

"Uh-oh, uh-oh!!

The brave man suddenly white-eyed to look, and began to rumble.

Sleep with the magic of sleep.

"Al!"

A summons floats at my feet.

"Pledge complete. Apparently, it worked."

"Thank you! Thank you, Master Sakahagi!

"I didn't do anything to thank you."

Only this time, I really don't need anything to thank you for.

As for the resurrection of the brave, it's the result of a complete penetration of my convenience.

"You should stay asleep for a week. Even after you wake up, your memories may not return completely for a moment"

"It's okay! I will definitely, I will get it back......!

After the goddess said so in tears, the valiant parties gathered at the sleeping valiant and began to rejoice.

I don't take it light-heartedly that you stopped taking advantage of us.

That's what I should be wishing for.

"Mr. Sakahagi..."

Ituna grabs my sleeve, who was watching me in silence next door.

I thanked him plenty and stroked his head.

"I'm sorry about that. Let me go out with this."

"Yeah, fine."

As Ituna laughs back, the light envelops us.

The moment I disappeared from this other world, I saw only the old magician bowing his head towards us.

"You want to hear something?

Ask Ituna once you have put a scum summoner who wants immortality to sleep.

"Uh... being summoned means that the proper brave man has come back to life, right?

"Oh. At least the 'family' that the goddess wanted was well prepared. But don't leave any doubt as to whether the brave man himself has come to life."

Ituna turns her eyes to my rhetoric like she's stuck in her teeth.

"Eh. But there was a land of dead people, wasn't there?

Following the steps the old mage talked about, we headed underground in that world into a vast space where countless spirits wandered.

When it was, a sight similar to what I saw right after the zombie's wandering summons of another world.

There was a narrow and wandering glamour like a bunch of different spiritual faces, and Ituna had a look of despair when she said, "I'm scared, and creepy... I'll be erased by the fucking god..."

That's why I immediately realized who Hellheim was.

"That's not the land of the dead. It's a sedimentary layer."

"Spiritual dust deposition layer?

"The spiritual body washed out of the soul in Gaff's room is shaken and the remaining dust is the spiritual dust... which is the wreckage of what was a spirit. In short, that's a dump over there. That other world would have received more energy by offering a landfill of spiritual dust underground."

A washed away spirit is an impurity of energy from a guff's room.

So it is finely carved into pieces and processed into spiritual dust for easy disposal, and removed to different different different worlds.

That can be the hotbed of the undead, but it doesn't matter from the gods.

There's even a god who thinks it's more convenient to have a fantasy view of it.

"Then that world doesn't have to be wiped out by a fucking god?

"Well, that's what's gonna happen"

When I glanced over my shoulder, Ituna looked heartily upset.

I knew you cared.

I wish I had told you sooner, but I wasn't anywhere near that either.

"That? But Mr. Sakahagi, you said you found the memory of the brave man by taking out the ghost who was over there, right? What's that?"

"All that was there was a shard of the memory of the brave. Besides, I couldn't combine it because it looked like a puzzle piece that didn't fit. That's why I only read the information on the shards and transcribed it into a whole bunch of spiritual bodies."

Sarah explained to Ituna, but it was quite a bone breaking task.

Tell you what, it's like picking up and restoring wind-slipped paperwork from all over the world after it's been shredded.

"... I mean, what does that mean?

"It wasn't the soul of the brave man who was in the sealed beads."

Ha, and after sighing.

Second, the story that Alto told me back in the day gave me a head start.

"Ituna. You ever heard of Swampman?

"Swampman? Hmm, I guess I've never heard of it"

"Right."

What is it?

Alto said something about a psychologist who somehow advocated it.

"A man who was on his way out was struck by lightning and died..."

"Wow. I'm not."

Ituna hides the sauce with her hands and shakes her neck with a bump.

"I know. Natural thunder, or accident. Anyway, the man screwed up, but there happened to be a miracle-like chemical reaction that gave birth to a life form from a nearby swamp with exactly the same memory and flesh as the man. This is the swamp man... the swamp man."

"Heh."

"Swampman has exactly the same memories, habits, habits and preferences as a dead man. The structure of the body is exactly the same. I talk to my family, friends, and lovers just like the man I was born with, and Swampman thinks I'm who I am, and I don't doubt it. Now, Ituna... do you think you can say that he is the same person as a dead man?

"Huh? Uh..."

"You don't have to give me an answer. If that happens, it's just a thought experiment. In short, the brave man I brought back is a swamp man. I made a complete copy human with the same memory as a brave man."

I mean, here's the thing.

It just so happens that this otherworldly god is offering a spiritual waste ground to the guff.

After all, by chance, the spirit bodies of the brave men who died in this other world were fragmented and dumped in the same different world abandonment yard.

After a truly miraculous coincidence, I was summoned to discover pieces of the brave man I was torn apart in the abandonment yard.

But the Spiritual Body of the Fragmented Brave was completely useless. The spiritual dust deposition layer is something of a collective unconscious, not an individual, so it is a natural story.

So I read and copied every truly dusty and fine memory that was left on the spiritual dust deposition layer with appraisal eyes, and I shrugged off any amount of "charm" that was around there to create new spiritual material and paste the memory of the reconstituted brave.

At the end of the day, give my soul energy, and the pseudo-soul is complete.

Memories are not confined, not even spiritual bodies or souls belong to the brave men themselves.

"Perhaps the awakened brave will reunite with his sister and companions and spend as much time as the brave men of his lifetime. He would read the book that the brave men of his lifetime preferred, eat the food that the brave men of his lifetime preferred, marry a woman who liked the brave men of his lifetime and make children, and challenge him to fight just as the brave men of his lifetime would if the demon king appeared again. But a real brave man stays dead. I wonder if he's the same person as the brave man he was..."

If there was a kingdom of the dead that preserved the souls of the dead, it would be wiped out by a fucking god from world to world.

If it was a sedimentary layer of spiritual dust, there would be no brave man resurrected in full form.

I mean, there was no salvation at the brave party either way.

Still, however, "Summoning and Pledge" read that the return of the "family" desired by the goddess himself had been fulfilled.

That's why I'm being summoned to the next other world.

"If there was any flesh left, it would still have been good. Then I could fully reproduce the memory of the brave from the template of the soul left in the flesh... no, is that the same thing"

If the flesh had remained, it would have been brought back to life in a procedure similar to the surgery when Nicopodor was restored, but the question remains whether it could even be fulfilled and called the brave man himself. It's not like I can recall my soul.

I hear that even the top dead resurrection magic just creates a copy that takes steps similar to mine. Even the "resuscitation" of the console command is suspicious.

I guess it's undead that the dead come back to life in a fucking god universe, or it's about making an indistinguishable swampman appear to anyone with the same memory or character.

Well, there won't be any object lovers who would bother to reveal that truth.

"That's what happened. I can't bring the dead back to life, Ituna."

"Mr. Sakahagi..."

Ituna reached for my head.

"All right, all right."

"Hmm, what?

"Mr. Sakahagi did his best. I'll compliment you."

It's kind of lit up, but I'm not even willing to resist, and I keep being caressed quietly.

I was comfortable with why, even though I was in the opposite position.

"Even if they're not real brave men, I'm sure those people will live believing that brave men have come back to life. Maybe that's a terrible lie, because Mr. Sakahagi tried his best. It's not something anyone can do. Because I know that..."

Ituna will do her best, she will do her best.

It's boring, but every time you stroke your head, it's like your soul is washed away.

"So, huh? Cheer up!

"Ah, oh. Right."

So I snorted back after what was over.

I don't want to be seen in my current face, I turn my back aggressively.

"... then let's see if you're going to immortalize this scum and then beg me to die and summon me!

"And beg to die?

I saw a series of interactions with the pledgee that happened after that. Ituna pulled a dong... needless to say she stopped keeping her mouth shut for a while.

But... thank you so much, Ituna.

I love you.