- Good to see you, brave man. - Good to see you made it this far.
In the white space that came again, God said that most openly.
Looking around, it was still a space with nothing but a white space, but unlike before, it was a place with the concept of a room.
White wallpaper, floors on the ceiling, windows but also a white monochromatic sight on its exterior, with two chairs at a white table in the center of the room that is likely to be in a high coffee shop as well.
God sits in one of the two chairs and smiles happily as he spreads his hands.
For God, who calls himself Almighty, it must have been a known event that orange sounds would come here. If you're greeted with a table set, you can't help but think so.
"I'm not a brave man, though."
"No, no, because you just showed me a story like the main character. It was fun in there, wasn't it? That it was worth it to send you all the way to another world."
I couldn't help but be slightly dissatisfied with things like playing in someone else's life, but the orange noise silently attached to the table.
The purpose is not to accompany this play of God's Word.
"Well, Orange Sound - I've finally come this far... but you have two choices"
"Choice?"
There was no need for extra advance explanations, just that God moved the story to the point.
If you've been watching orange noise before, I guess I've figured out everything I've done so far. With two fingers up, and a delightful grin, God has offered a choice.
Orange sounds question the words back.
It would also be strange to say that you came to this place to return to the original world, but that you have other options than to return. If you know what orange sounds like, it's a shame.
God begins his explanation as he folds one finger at a time that he has put up.
"The first is to return to the original world like this."
"Well, you are"
"Of course, let's decide that he never died and allow him to return as he pleases. I can return in the timeline immediately after my death, and I can restore the memory of the precious signs to you with altered human memories and perceptions around you. It's a more convenient option."
Orange sounds peel off your eyes at a choice that seems to have stuck an aside to favorable conditions.
Because I can't imagine this god showing such a favorite spirit of service. Such credibility does not exist in beings who do not think of people as people, who use others to live and die for their own entertainment.
I wonder if orange sounds have any backing, but I can't find the backing from the look of a delightfully obsessed God.
God folds another finger to chase and speaks out the second option.
"The second is to go back to the other world and live there."
"In that case, I'll erase the title effect of your 'otherworldly'. It's unlikely that an enemy attack will take your life in the future, and I can finally assure you of the safety of your people. We should all live happily a different world slow life... well for me in this case, the high fantasy story just turns into almost a different world slow life story, so that would entertain me."
That is a god who publicly proclaims that he will be entertained with it, but that choice was also a good treatment for orange noise.
……
"Oh, isn't that enough? Whatever, can I give you the temple perks that are common for either option?
However, with either of those options, I don't get what orange noise wants.
I want all the orange noise. I don't want to lose any of the precious things I've gained so far.
If you choose the first option, you can fulfill your promise of signs. On top of that, you'll be able to go home in a convenient environment, such as farewell to your mother.
And I can send a happy youth with signs that I already know how I feel.
- But there are no finers there.
If you choose the second option, you can live a happy slow life without being frightened of any threats with the Phineas. If you get the privileged ability, you'll be able to earn enough to live as an adventurer again, so you can adventure with everyone else and have a happy time again.
- But then I can't live up to my promise of signs.
Because both are important and I don't want to lose either, orange noise is not an option to choose from.
So the orange noise looked to God, who wouldn't break his grin, and shook his neck to the side.
"Oh, don't you mind?
"Let's cut the joke. You know my hope anyway, don't you?
"Well, I'm a god."
Orange sounds like this son of a bitch, but he thinks he's going straight to his mouth about the request.
"There's only one thing I want."
Feeling the mouth end of God hang.
"Send me and my people, all (...) - to my original world"
It's the greatest endeavor of bringing everyone else's life into line with their own wishes.
What orange noise wished for the finers.
And Finia and I agreed to that wish. If that's what orange sounds like, it made me want to make my sole come true.
That's why orange noise demands it from God.
If your options aren't enough, I asked you to give me everything.
"Pfft, haha! I knew it, but I really don't think I'd make such absurd demands... but do you think I'd accept that?
You're not saying you can't.
"Of course you can. There's nothing I can't do… I can send all of you to the original world - just..."
God, who was speaking so that he could laugh, accidentally raised his index finger with an invincible grin.
"I'm in the mood, not a serious worker."
"... what does that mean?
"It takes a lot of effort to interfere with the world, to distort all kinds of human perceptions, to change the environment… I'm not good enough to turn my hands on the effort that I don't have to do, although it's not a lot of effort for me"
In other words, as long as there is about one orange noise, it can be enough to stir up its surroundings.
But if you're sending in a bunch of people, it's a pain in the ass because there are more things that have to be manipulated accordingly.
If we are to send humans into different worlds that do not originally exist, we need to operate just to establish them. It transforms non-existent demons, fairies, and beastmen into humans, creates the past and family registry of beings sent in, and many things that have to be done unlike the orange sounds that originally existed.
I mean, I just want to say is God worth the effort he pays for it?
"Come on, Orange Sound - can you just pay me to do it?
God just laughed and said so at the end of the day asking me to show you something more interesting.
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It's not like I didn't think about it originally.
Why have I been chosen and why have I been sent to another world?
When I confronted him before, the god said he was free on the proposal, but he was still monitoring or interfering after sending him in. In my spare time, I am doing something with my hands inside.
Besides, you interfered with me in the original world, which means you've been looking at me since before I came to the other world.
I don't know what time Sole started, but if it was from the time I was born, then - maybe it was some kind of interference in my life, too.
"That's right."
Someone has pinched words to read my thoughts.
When I turned my gaze, there was a guide there who had previously turned me back into another world - Ai.
"Oh, what are you doing here?
"It's Uuuuuuuu. Aren't you the one who told me to bring tea and sweets?"
Eye made a noise with the kacha kacha, but placed two more white cups of this and a tea treat on the table. Why is the contents of the cup milk? Because it's white?
Nevertheless, she said she was right about my thoughts earlier. I don't know if it's also the ability to read thoughts, but did she draw that question from my expression, leaking a sigh of breath but opening her mouth?
"Ha... you shouldn't really take this guy's word for it. And, as Tight thought, Tight's life has been ruined since the beginning of this person."
"...?
"That's what happened to Kishinaga because he was born in the first place. From birth to the moment of death, he played in Tight's life."
Listen to Eye and see God.
Then God noticed that gaze with the cup in his mouth, winking as if to affirm it. I wanted to hit him.
Nevertheless, I was somehow thinking of it as a possibility.
I'm not bragging about unhappiness, but if God set you up to the environment of your birth with all the unreasonable abuses and persecutions that have happened to that life, I'm convinced too.
"You're really a cunt..."
"Waha, in those days, the overly unfortunate protagonist met the heroine and was embedded in a strong and growing heart full love story, so you wondered if it would ever happen."
"What?"
"Well, all I did was make your birth feel just right and pathetic, but you said... puffy... really, you were so unhappy."
I wanted to kill him from the bottom of my heart.
"It's also a coincidence that Orange Sound was unfortunately abused and eventually killed, but it was my trick to get her pregnant by pointing a rapist at her mother."
"You..."
Though anger solicits, well, let's just say that's good. That's not the point.
It was originally my mother who couldn't help it, and the misfortune I've suffered since birth seemed a coincidence.
Well, I don't care if it sounds like you've been watched ever since you were born.
Well, I missed the point, but you have to do something about my demands.
But for this minute, this god won't convince me. It's like I used to enjoy peeking into my life. [M] Unless you have something to gain or entertain, you will never send anyone else in, including me.
"Shall we get back to business - so, orange noise. Have you got your thoughts together?
Then I'll brace my stomach too.
To convince this God, it is impossible to pass opinions without losing anything. I also need to pay some kind of price. But if you're gonna get everything I want on the sole, I'll do it.
- I'll wrap this god up.
"... you were enjoying watching my life, weren't you?
"Well, you are. There are no human beings like you who can stay straight even though they are distorted... I wasn't bored."
The price of swallowing demands on this god who smiles joyfully as he does in phase. Soul? Memory? I wouldn't do anything to cut myself like that. I can just compromise. [M]
God's tyranny, my utmost, surveillance of my life, such a thing is no fart. You just have to be exquisitely discreet.
"So you're gonna keep peeking into my life, right? That's what I said earlier when I had my second choice."
The moment I said that, God gave me a decent look.
Though Almighty, this God wants something interesting. I'm right in front of you. I'm hoping to see what I'm going to say.
So I haven't read the thoughts, or the future developments, like Eye did. Purely, awaiting my word as fresh. This reaction showed Sole.
Then it is.
"Hmm... well, maybe I will? It was so funny, and I'm free."
This is where (...) breaks down.
For God, who sees my life as an entertainment, if he chooses one option or the other, he can prepare a story that is more exciting and interesting than the slow life that continues with inertia.
And the characters (...) must be more and more distinct members. Wouldn't you?
"Then why don't we watch the youth school story in the original world this time?
"What do you mean?
"I'm going back to my old world with my first option. I make the environment look like the main character of the harem thing while I play around with it. And keep your memories of Shiori, and start over your third year of high school...... so what about school youth stories and living a whimsical school life?
With my choice, I get a slightly unexpected look at God, but only a slightly strange look at my throw.
A different world reincarnation is not an endless adventure story, but a school youth story that shines because of the limited time to graduate, spending with characters who are unique in modern times.
Which is fun to watch, you'll like that. But whether or not you want to see a similar slow-life of worldview for God, who has been watching the story of transworldly reincarnations until now. That's the key.
"It's obvious to you right now which one you want to see: a self-depraved interracial slow life or an exciting school youth love comedy, right?
If it's God now, it's obvious which way to choose.
"... I see, but where you went back to the original world and ruined the environment, there wasn't a character unique to the school you were in. It's a school full of exquisite, regular Mob high school students, right? I'm going to show you the youth school story, and I'm going to serve and create it?
Yes, I wanted that word (...).
"You're here - if you're a personalized (...) character"
I don't need to create it.
There are characters already. There are so many good people out there.
"Where is that... Huh!... Oh, you mean that!
"Did you understand that?
Yes, my people are as distinctive as they are any more.
That's why some members at Credale School have a proven track record of being Leila, who was even called the school's idol, and Liesche, the sister's posterior skin, and Lulu, the mascot position.
It would be more appropriate than any other.
"The task of creating a personalized person and erasing that discomfort, or sending in my people who originally existed to erase that discomfort... which is easier?
That is decided.
"Ha-ha-ha! - That's a brilliant, good idea"
For the first time, God grinned like trouble and clapped three times.
"Okay, then you're going to see some interesting stuff. I'll swallow your demands."
"Really?"
"However, it's kind of... so I'll take it upon myself to operate the environment."
"Huh."
Hey, isn't that strange?
God rang his fingers to block my words as I tried to wait.
Moments, my vision stains bright white.
I heard the Word of God at the end as my consciousness fell and I felt my white vision sink black.
- You win, I'm hoping for another nice story.
My unconscious body fell into the dark.