I Said Make My Abilities Average!

[Dear Miles, I'm back]

Three days after the king's capital of the kingdom of Aubram, I have reported that to the miles where the nanomachine was diving into the simplified bed in the tent.

(Huh? The border with the kingdom of Tillus is a little further, isn't it?

[No, it's not. Ooh! Don't forget, I told you, ahhhhhhh!!]

(Ah...)

Yes, if the nanomachine says' I'm back 'now, it's up to me.

[It's about my people, who Master Miles forced to throw into 'the other side' Yikes!!

Nanomachine, it's hot.

No, I'm not really mad, 'maybe that's just how I behave'......

(But you were quicker than I thought. It's only been a few days since then...)

[… is obliged to return promptly within reach…]

(Ah)

Shit.

Very rarely, Miles noticed that.

Yes, it sounds like you're vibrating (talking) your eardrums normally at first glance, but maybe Nano's just a little angry...

Yes, Miles is used to the fact that his eyes aren't laughing even though the tone isn't the same as usual.... in Pauline.

This time, the miles I noticed it even though I couldn't see the other person's eyes or expression. It seemed to be growing a little.

(Oh, I'm sorry!

Yes, what I said earlier was, 'Will Omae say it!' He seems to have realised properly that he had no choice but to be yelled at.

[No, me, because I don't give a shit! On the contrary, I appreciate it because I had a rare experience!... but because the order has turned to par, I'd like to interrupt the order of the next Micros role at the beginning!

[… a natural right. I'll arrange it to that effect]

[Oh, Thankyou!

The nanomachine, speaking (vibrating the tympanic membrane of miles) as a representative of a different dimensional contingent, seemed to be an individual with a slightly more legendary way of speaking.

The nanomachines that exist in vast numbers and live at long moments are each given something like width or looseness, or 'individual difference', in their individuality and thought routines.

I don't know if that's a mercy by the creator or just a safety precaution to avoid being wiped out by the same event...

[Now, report.]

[Copy that!

And the individual made a report against Miles. Of course, reports to central centres and other individuals via nanonets are being terminated instantaneously by data transfer.

(What, there were no dimensional leap engines, no space-time penetration drilling systems, no dimensional navigation ships over there, nothing?

[Yes, I didn't investigate extensively, but the area around the exit of the rift was just a wasteland, and the only thing that reminded me of the existence of a mechanical civilization was confirmation of 'Arre' and a few of its similar things]

Somehow, at the time of reporting, a representative of a cross-dimensional contingent that has become a normal way of speaking rather than a distinctive way until then. Is it to make the story go smoothly or is that the kind of specification......

[And the existence of intelligent life forms equivalent to human species in this world could not be confirmed]

(Yeah, yeah, eh!

Stunningly, miles of eyes that were closed in bed.

(... which means that an intellectual life form other than those of a human species, such as a monkey building an army, a colossal birdman, or a dolphin has at least...)

[I wasn't there]

(Ah, Soudesca......)

Apparently, he wasn't really there.

(Well, that metal golem... or robot, isn't it, alle... What the hell is that?

... So, what percent of the entire planet did you investigate?

[Is it about 500 square...]

(500 miles square? But from the whole planet, because it's only a small part...)

Yes, it is a common story that it happened to be an abandoned barren wasteland, or that intelligent life forms are building shelter cities underground.

Even on Earth, in the middle of the Sahara, in the middle of the Pacific, where there are no humans around. Though that's the mile I thought about it......

[Metric]

(Huh?)

[So, it's about 500 meters square, I checked...]

(hey, what the heck, thats awwwwww!!)

There's no point in Miles screaming in his heart.

500 meters. No enemy shadows on all sides.

Such information is of no use unless it is also in the midst of an engagement with the enemy.

(Narrow) Ow! Scope of investigation, narrow!! Why is the enemy so narrow?

[No, we are ordered to operate only on this planet in this dimensional world. So we are not allowed to act aggressively on our own in other dimensional worlds.

For this reason, suddenly thrown into a different dimensional world, we only have as much freedom of movement as self-defense, except without interference in that world, and in accordance with Miles' order that it is forbidden to return immediately from this rift, and to return to this dimensional world promptly as is possible...]

Around there, I've already heard from Nano.

(But in the investigation for that return, you'd walk everywhere, wouldn't you? Sometimes you'll happen to see and hear it then...... How could that be within 500 meters!!

The information-gathering unit I was hoping for, was just 'fruitless'. Miles of thoughts falling off and disappointing shoulders in my heart.

Even on Earth, when conducting nuclear tests, there can't be humans within that radius of 500 meters.

So naturally, there is no wonder there are no intelligent life forms around the scene of dimensional metastases that would be dangerous.

... No, that would be natural.

(... think about it, is there a scientist standing in the junction (joint) section of the hyperdimensional system who is alive...)

[Yes, no, that was because neither the investigation nor anything for the return meant that the place where we emerged was where the dimensional perforation occurred, or the adhesion and perforation phenomenon of the dimensional space, and that the earliest shortcut to return was' in that place, waiting to be ripped off again '...

And since we cannot interfere with anything other than what is necessary for our return, we have no active investigative activity......]

but ~!

miles I can't think of any other psychological expression.

Completely, Ateh came off.

(No... Well then, if you stumble across a rift again...)

[Yes, the ban on handouts to other dimensional worlds is a basic order that we have been given by the creator, so with an order from Master Miles, who is level of authority 5, you can't do anything about it.

What we can do in relation to the different dimensional worlds is only in special ways that do not affect the development of other dimensional worlds, such as the ones we use as item boxes…]

(Ku...... Oh, but then we could send humans into the investigation...)

[You're going to die]

(What?)

Miles returned a hell of a reply to my famous proposal.

[Temperature difference between day and night, with considerable high and low temperatures repeated, relative to the climate around here. Less water and food. A much stronger and fiercer bunch of demons than in this world.

... First of all, I was wondering if there is a 30 percent or less chance that we could live the first night safely...]

…………

And the fact that both the nanomachine and the metal golem that seemed to have entered for confirmation immediately turned back, as the tip of the first rift opened when waiting for return was a world where even the demons, rather than humans, would die in an instant.

The second time we opened it was in a vacuum space, and the third time, although it was in this world that we connected, its exit was far above.

The metal golem that tried to confirm the connected location fell upside down, presumably martyred on their own mission, but it's no problem for the nanomachines. Far above, but since the connected destination was the original dimensional world, everyone returned from it.

It should be noted that even if there is a barometric pressure difference from the connected tip, there will not be intense air bubbling or blowing.

Without such a prevention mechanism, it would be catastrophic if it led to a world full of atmosphere, which is highly toxic to the creatures of that world, to space, to the deep sea, etc.

Miles to finish the conversation with the nanomachine and be delayed (fumbled) by the thought.

(This world is too similar to Earth. Humans, flora and fauna......

Well, there are things that are not on Earth, elves and dwarves, demons in beasts, and ancient dragons and demons.

But that's, "extra minutes." What we have in common is too similar,... no, it's exactly the same.

And that can also be said about the demons here and on the other side of the rift. Why......

If in a similar environment, evolve in the same way? Parallel evolution, something like that?

Or sowing across dimensions by transcendent races (overloads) that go far beyond humanity?

Or something like a mass of organisms crossing dimensions?

Speaking of which, the earth also has legends all over the world of things very similar to this world, elves and dwarves, dragon species and demons. Back in the day, that could have been living on the planet too......

No, or, 'who knows the existence of such an organism'...)

That won't be something that you can get an answer for asking the nanomachines who don't know about the Earth or the other world beyond the rift.

Besides, even if I knew, I could have been told 'it's forbidden'.

…………

Miles' consciousness sank into a deep sleep as he was alone...