Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

We must maintain this world.

We must manage this world correctly.

That's the only mission given to us. Important projects that should be made rules to be followed and prioritized above all.

Come on, we'll discuss this again tonight.

About the brittle, crunchy Earth. About the creatures that live there...

"That's why this month started again. 100762nd, it's time for the regular meeting."

"Yea!"

"Whoo!"

"More and more fuzzy ~ "

A space shining in gold, on the clouds floating there, was roughly a hundred columns of gods assembled.

They are all called administrators. Starting with me, the Lord God, all the gods who were the Lord, such as Skill God, Dragon God, Emperor to the Fairy King, are assembled on this occasion.

"Hey. Aren't you going to change the sweets?"

"Whoa, you don't. You're squeezing in pretty good."

"Bafu!

………………

Variants such as "God of children," "God of muscles," and "God of woes" also exist inside -

Well, they're also part of an important administrator. There was no resistance whatsoever as far as I was concerned to surrounding the same round table.

"Well, this is the agenda,"

"Is it still about the Crusaders?

"Yes. One wrong step, the map of mankind was being repainted. About this, Agapedia in charge of the Church. Answer what intent you had."

"The Pope was very enthusiastic, right? Give me protection."

"Agapedia?"

"Earth. Well! Don't look so scared! I thought it would be good for you to help me!

"I've said the same thing before."

"But!"

"Enough! Kill him!

"No, you can just limit your authority"

"Try replacing the person in charge."

"God as powerful as she is, not quite"

The hustle and bustle, the council becomes noisy at last.

I often close my eyes while listening and processing all of that at the same time...

"Okay. Then the power of Agapedia is partially frozen. At the same time, for a period of three months, the salary shall be reduced by 30%."

"Oh no!"

Knock on the gavel and give the verdict as chairman.

She's "made" to give as much power as she wanted if she wanted, but she shouldn't leave it wild for that reason. Make it a little more restrictive,

(Oh, but you can't be too tight)

There is no former or child when the magic of recovery disappears from the earth.

It's really hard to adjust around here - but I want to take a look at the fold and move on.

"Well, the next thing you know, it's about the brave ones."

"Leave it to me!

"Braeval in charge of bravery. You seem confident."

"Yes! I am a god who learns from the past! If the brave are unhappy with the current system, you just have to put your hands on it."

"Ho."

"I made reference to some of the leading companies in the human world. I've also learned about benefits."

"There seems to be a hole for it."

"Hole?"

"The next generation of brave men can't seem to read or write, can they?

That's all I pointed out, Braeval's face stained sar much blue.

She has an intelligent look, she's actually a smart kid, but she's out of places like this...

Well, it's not a big deal. You should be careful this time.

"At least let him write his name."

"Yes, sir"

Braeval seated to carry in the chest that was against him.

Is it a problem to be too messy, although I'm good at seeing the big picture?

"Restore your mind and we'll go next. It's about evil gods."

"I leave that to my men...!

"Don't fail to report. The next step is to adjust the demons."

"We process it in the fairy garden. I thought things were going well so far."

"Beware of those who are too strong. Next is the Holy Grail."

"Item emission rates are not manipulated. Is that true?

Regular agendas are processed quickly to move on.

This time the "real deal" is withheld. As far as I'm concerned, I want to prioritize this above all else.

"Well."

Finally, I'm running out of talk.

I don't mind - shall I touch on that?

"About him."

The field quiets down as soon as possible.

They're all serious, waiting for my next word.

(Same goes for that)

He won't be aware of it himself, but this case has been a major one since Earth began. I had never dealt with such an important case before, and I couldn't find an answer to what to do with it.

"That individual named Nobuo Sayama. What should we do with humans who have stepped into the realm of God?

"Kill me!!

God of destruction and slaughter barked. Well, he's always like this.

"Let us forgive you!

God of tolerance and forgiveness laughed. Well, she's always like this, too.

"Isn't it dangerous?

"No, it's interesting."

"I stopped, didn't I? But shake it off."

"I'll take it. I'll take it. You have no responsibility."

"But with the otherworlds, it's also unusual"

And the hundred-pillar gods clash with each other in a hustle and bustle.

It's the same sight as last month. If so, I'm sure even the conclusion...

"Okay."

Slap the hammer and quiet the place down.

And put aside a little time, and I uttered the word.

"Basically abandoned when it comes to him. Let's give it a try from time to time to see how it goes."

Conclusion unchanged from last month.

That was our answer to Nobuo Sayama.

(Heavy......)

That's always the case after the board meeting.

I feel heavy, my body heavy, it's like I drank lead.

(The meeting itself as a good)

The problem is after this.

Long stone corridors, at the end of this road, similar to the underground labyrinth...

(That one's waiting for you)

Thinking of it, the walk did not go as late.

"It's me. Earth. I've come to the regular report."

Eventually, at the end of the hallway you reach, gently knock on the equipped door.

It's a primitive door whenever you see it. Keep knocking twice, three times with that in mind.

"It's Earth. May I come in?

I have known from the beginning that there is no answer.

But you must not open this door from yourself. I didn't even want to think about what would happen if I walked in without permission - no, where it would lead.

"Fine. Come in."

"... excuse me"

A voice comes from the end of the door.

I put my hand on the door knob, aware that my body trembled at the tension.

And softly opened the door, and what I saw there...

"Leave the material there. I'll keep an eye on you later."

".................. Yes"

Cables to cover walls and floors. Multiple monitors that reflect countless worlds. The unadorned desk has a mouse and keyboard that the brunette boy keeps constantly manipulating.

Him. He is the one who is called the "Creator" who made this world a true God. Right now, right in front of me, I'm doing something I don't understand.

"You're nervous."

"Yes, no. Such a thing."

"Is this about Irregular?

………………

Still tapping the keyboard, he's been asking about that.

Irregular. The fact that even the gods could not predict, a completely heterogeneous being.

The excuse that we "could not even have predicted" is unacceptable, beyond the fact that this person has entrusted us with the management of the world. But now the Irregular has appeared, and then, even the new Irregular has increased.

The former is about that evil god, and the latter is about Nobuo Sayama. I made two exceptions, and being the Lord God, I felt like I was set up rather on a needle.

"You have nothing to worry about."

"So,"

"I'd rather compliment you. Well done, Earth."

"Huh... Huh?

Praise? What? How could you?

In unexpected words, I show my frightened face in front of the Creator.

But he looked happy, spinning his chair around, even laughing...

"Whatever that evil god is, he's interesting. You know what I mean? The power he lived in, that's a little special, isn't it?

"Uh, uh. Isn't that [elimination]?

"No, I'm not. It is nothing like the power of your world. [M] Rather, it's close to what we know well."

The Creator finally turned to me, giggling dull.

It floated thickly, unhealthy cheeks, and...

(Shiny eyes......)

The swirling star-like glow had gravitational pulls that seemed to pluck my soul out when I saw it.

I lowered my gaze and spoke to the Creator as if I wanted to.

"Oh, you know, me, us"

"Hmm?"

"Was there any inconvenience...... (a), irregular, etc., and of course, I feel responsible for it"

"So no."

"Huh!"

It creaks up to a casual word.

But again, the Creator wasn't the wind he cared about, he turned to his desk again and started rattling those keyboards and dogs.

"Nice, still good. I knew it would be synergistic, but I didn't think it would work. At this rate, try to connect the rest of the world more."

"Oh, you know?

"Oh, that's enough. You can go home."

"Yes......"

My Lord is a mighty man.

Once this happens, there will be no more pretending back.

So I'll just give you one last courtesy and gently close the door to the room...

".................. Ha"

I had gone all the way down the hallway and finally exhaled like a breather.

"I'm tired..."

It was really tiring time.

If you count it, it's about two or three minutes of events, but for me it feels longer than anything else.

(I'm sure if you buy an upset, how easy it is for me to get rid of it)

"Cut, turn," with that keyboard. I guess that's all I'll be wiped out.

No, it definitely will. I mean, I saw it a long time ago. The way my predecessors on track try to "cross the Creator" and disappear quickly -.

(It's hard. Lord God is just so hard)

Out of the temple, walking through the kingdom of God, I think blurry and such.

The gods' summers are tough. The Creator can't help but be scared. I wonder what that irregular is. I wonder what place it is with the rest of the world.

"Oh, I had a meat sale."

I remembered the sale info at the end of my thoughts and I was able to buy a place to go.

You could buy expensive meat today or so. Let's cook it at home and relax.

"Let's buy some wine too..."

So to myself, we go on through the city where the angels go together.

My name is the Lord God Earth.

A compiler in this world...

It's like.