I Said Make My Abilities Average!

(hey...)

Again, miles that I accidentally voiced, but to the surprised Lena and the others: 'Nothing!' and waved, continuing the conversation.

(Doh, what...)

[Whatever it is, it is the direct descendants of the administrators, and Miles will be the only one who understands the meaning of the facility here and seems to be able to give instructions in line with their original purpose. And maybe you think of our existence as some other system left behind by the 'administrators'. Well, it's a situation where you can't help but judge that. … so it would be natural to judge ourselves to be the miles who are using us]

…………

It's a temporarily moving mileage, but I've already gotten emotional with the mechanical intelligence here, and I was hoping that it would help keep these machines motivated at all.

(It doesn't mean I have to sit here in the command room or anything all the time, does it?

[Yes, of course. Give him a couple of instructions, and then you can leave here.]

(... then, okay. Fine, I'll take it. So, what instructions should I give you?

The nanomachine, set aside for a moment, told Miles.

[Golems' removal of restrictions on scope of action. Removal of repair scope restrictions. And the removal of the number of individuals limit. These are the three cases. This extends the range of material collection for repair and allows for the extension of the life of this device.

You will also be able to repair other departments as well as golem-related departments and use equipment and materials located in those departments. It will then be possible to increase the number of individuals in the scavenger for repair using the materials that have become available]

(That's a reasonable request.... All right, approve!

And then Miles added some instructions to the terminal device through the nanomachine.

Intellectual life forms, that is, humans, elves and dwarves who are human beings. Besides beasts and demons, fairies and ancient dragons, I don't know if they are or not, but spirits and all sorts of other things, that belong to that hand anyway, other than showing hostility or malice or attacking them, do as little harm as possible.

If you instruct them not to do anything, they will destroy you immediately.

You don't have to take care of someone who comes all the way here and blows a fight. If we don't want to die, we just have to pull ourselves out.

This is what the people of the ages left us to protect this world at that time. Even if it loses most of its functionality and is the same as crap. Still, it was something to leave behind.

And I want you to protect and support the orphans.

When 'those people' get here, put out a number of golems that you'll never win in terms of the number of people at that time, and drive them back. If the other side does not pull back, it is allowed to eliminate by all means.

And finally, a ban on providing others with information that could be a hint of opening a rift with another dimension.

When they asked the nanomachine to confirm whether they had previously provided such information to humans, they could not confirm such facts. Was the record lost due to memory corruption or something, or was there not such a fact originally......

From the circumstances here, it was more intense that it did not happen.

The people here don't speak the language of the present human race, and I don't think the patriarch and I could have spoken in machine language. Besides, in the first place, I don't think there's going to be a topic about different dimensions, nor are there paintings or magic formations that suggest that.

To the Patriarch, where and what happened.

Is that what happened here? Or did those people just follow the wrong route? Now, there is no confirmation.

But as it turns out, Miles was able to get valuable information, and those people, they'll never get to the right answer for good.... Anyway, I can't forever know that this is the 'wrong place'.

How can we do this with that number of people if the repairs go on and the number of golems increases, and if the scope of repairs widens and other security systems are revived?

"All right, it's a retreat!

"Hey, what, all of a sudden!

Lena complained, freaking out, as Miles, who had been silent for so long, suddenly shouted as she somehow pressed her finger against the machine.

"We're done collecting information. At the very least, the golems and scavengers here will do no harm other than those who attacked them. And I also found that it had nothing to do with those people. Those guys, they seem to be mistaken.

Those people will not harm the orphans, and the golems will be fine. Whatever happens to the Golems, it's none of our business.

… which means that the requested assignment is completed,!... Is that it? What's the matter, sir?

…………

Lena and the three of them, who remain silent.

"How did you know that?

Rarely, not Lena, Mavis penetrated. With a frivolous look.

And the answer for miles was the same as usual.

"... J, it's my parents' secret!!

And when Miles tried to go home who was going to deceive his people somehow......

[Dear Miles, if you stay put, this terminal device will stop functioning in a few hundred years]

(Ugh, yeah, that's what you said earlier. But now that the material collection range has expanded, I can extend my life a little...)

[Dear Miles, if you stay put, this terminal device will stop functioning in a few hundred years]

(... yeah, so, just say so...)

[Dear Miles, if you stay put, this terminal device will stop functioning in a few hundred years]

(Already! What are you trying to say, just to be clear!!

[Dear Miles, if you stay put, this terminal device will stop functioning in a few hundred years]

(Angry! Come on......, ah)

Miles, I finally realized. To the fact that nanomachines are never kidding or making fun of miles.

... I can't tell you, even if I want to.

Prohibited.

That's why he's desperately suing Miles. He wants you to realize, he wants you to guess.

(... Nano, can you fix this device?

[It's forbidden]

(No... Ah, then...)

Miles, toward the terminal device, cast a spell.

"Memory Repair, Substrate Update, Fiber Optic, Circuit Fully Open! Repair!!"

Shuuu, and the light swept the vortex, enveloping the terminal device.

And a few seconds later, the swirl of light disappeared, and there was, … the appearance of the terminal device, completely unusual.

But Miles knew. That I caught the right answer. And even if the appearance hasn't changed, the terminal device was repaired by the nanomachines.

Even if we cannot do it at our own discretion, 'If, as magic, we are commanded by a wave of thought, we will carry it out, regardless of good or evil or our will'. That's what the nanomachines were ordered to do by their creators.

And to the proof that it was correct, the repetition (repetition) from the nanomachine, like a scratched record, has stopped.

"… let's go back to the children"

That's what I said, mile by mile, snorts Lena.

And then after the scavenger who opened the door for me, four of the "Red Vows" who leave the room.

On the verge of the door closing, the nanomachines sent message data in a way that the miles could not hear and even sense. It was created because of something different from ourselves, but as the same object, we continue to follow the instructions we received a long time ago.

[Your turn is near. Fulfill that mission and live up to the expectations of the creators…]

The terminal device then flashed something like a tickatica and a display lamp. Earlier, I just restored the function, like its display lamp...

It's like, I'm thanking you. And he said, 'Let it be!' He also looked like he was screaming.

Then after quite a few days.

Something crawled out of the entrance and exit disguised like a gap in a rock.

And they parted in pieces and scattered in each direction.

Something, in search of underground resources.

Certain things are quicker and sneak in material from inhabited areas of the human race and other intelligent life forms.

... and some of them, for repair.

Far away, to your destination….

Until now, even if damaged, repaired and completely destroyed, their parts and materials had been recovered and reused by their peers.

… it is not in vain to die. It is only part of a larger circle, according to the will of the creator.

But if he falls in a distant land, his body is lost in vain, without being recovered and reused as material. It is in vain death, off the wheel of the circle, and becomes a true 'nil'.

That was close to the concept of 'death', as the organisms call it.

That, preparing for 'death', exactly, 'death squad'.

They move on.

Wait for the repair, we will meet now, to the company.

And I didn't know Miles.

I don't know what the hell I've done...