Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

The underground hole I've been digging, that one's finally finished.

Complete the Demonic Crystal Factory, picking up the magic vegetables of the dungeon from a kilometer point in front of the dungeon to create Demonic Crystals.

I've already been able to molly demon crystals since the day I finished them, and now I'm just negotiating with my father if I can sell demon crystals in other cities.

This is gonna be the biggest deal of my life for me and my dad.

I was so sure.

"Dear Sawadi, So far the Demon Crystal Generator (Plant) is working in a 20 body system. We can manufacture about 100 pieces per day, how about deliverables?

"Save it."

"Yes, sir."

Chicken with prized black hair in three braids and a pair of dark greens to keep her head down also looks like a butler to the doer.

She was supposed to continue her work until then after her slave retirement, but she seems to be stuck with most of her pay into her clothes.

In the meantime, I also saw her on the coffee shop terrace with something like a turban wrapped around her head.

Getting there will cost you money.

It's not what I was able to say about play music.

Unsurprisingly, the people below seem to see her stylish with envy, and, well, it would be natural for a young woman to dress naturally.

"That and the size of the Demonic Crystal, but it seems to be somewhat larger than what is circulating on the market..."

"That's not good, I'll adjust it so I can make things of all sizes."

"Best regards"

I clap the magic crystal out of the bag.

It is a deck that is no different from natural products (...).

If we mix this up a little bit in the luggage to various places, we won't be able to tell.

It's like an oil field sprung up in the garden.

I can't help but loosen my mouth.

I'll definitely build a grand theater out of this shinogi.

But talent is scary...

Once again, I made a hell of an invention.

It's also, in a way, an invention that tightens one's neck.

I wanted the Demon Crystal, and I made the Demon Crystal on its arrow tip, and I made an alternative to the Demon Crystal.

Its name is Infinite Demon Crystal.

In other words, it is a demonic crystal shaped demon that takes magic vegetables into its own hands.

You're like a solar panel that can be used day and night.

Of course, it's not entirely demonic crystals and replacements wise.

Infinite Demon Crystals are low power by example.

The output would be about 1/100, even if only packed in the same amount as the demonic crystal.

Even then, I can use enough for lanterns, lighters, stoves and stuff.

Perhaps depending on the energy savings of the devil, it can also be used in the magic water bottle (Munchkin) that produces water.

It would be overwhelmingly convenient if these went to the common people.

There will be an energy revolution, albeit small.

The number of street lights increases, trees may not have to be cut, and there may not even be a need to dig wells.

However, at the same time, I think the influence is too great.

From a micro point of view, the number of unemployed increases, and from a macro point of view, it may lead to a stagnation in technological innovation.

Maybe this technology is still too early for mankind.

I've decided to silence the newborn Infinite Demon Crystal.

I have a conscience, too.

but soon found out.

"You've developed something again, don't hide it."

I was taken back to the coffee shop on my way home from school by my overly sharp fiancé, Laura Sleira.

"You'll be right in your face."

Touch your face with a pepper.

I don't know for myself.

That's what I'm talking about.

Laura stirs the coffee and milk with a bitter smile.

Well, does it matter if we don't announce when it comes to infinite demonic crystals?

We're going to be a couple, we need to share secrets we can share...

"… so I think this technology is dangerous"

"True, your concerns are best. Although it is not something we should think about when it comes to the unemployment of our people. If there's one product that can be used forever, it could reduce research funding from the state."

Laura nodded deeply and offered her consent.

Good, I knew it was a seal. This is...

"But wouldn't that be usable if we conditioned it, too?

"Is that a condition?

"Oh, for example, if I absorb the magic vegetables a few times, I'll stop absorbing them anymore..."

"Oh, I see. So you're going to detune."

"So...?

The point is, even this was originally a demon.

You just have to give him a life span.

That would put it in a standing position like a battery in a previous life, not cheat energy like a no-mente solar panel or wind power.

We need to make a black box in the manufacturing process so that it doesn't tear like that.

"Anyway, I think we should try to talk to Professor Marino for once."

"Oh, well, I'll talk to you as soon as I can get a prototype"

"You did that."

Me and Laura sat in the coffee shop for hours afterwards and continued to talk to Yotai even after dark.

Talk about plays, talk about new horse gear, talk about opera, talk about grinders, talk about demonstrators, talk about coffee.

We didn't seem to be meshing, we were meshing at the core.

May I say that I admitted it?

We respect each other, beyond wonder and romantic sentiment.

At least that's what I was thinking.

I thought Laura's rugged eyes stared behind my eyes.

"You'll still have secrets."

"What is it?

My chest struck the early bell.

"I'm not talking about technology, research... you're looking at things from somewhere out of place"

"Huh...?

"I've been uncomfortable with this for a long time. treatment of slaves, cross-dimensional ideas in research, and the air that surrounds them"

"Is it air?

She crawled her finger behind my ear and said with a smile gone eyes.

"It's the air of the dead. A person who should have died once. It's the smell of a human being who's dead and alive and living an extra life."

"Why would you do that..."

"I guess it's because I am"

Laura smiles bitterly, pointing at her own belly with her thumb.

Indeed, the back of her eyes seemed to have a much drier colour, like that which had been freed from the starches of the present world.

"If I feel like I'm dead... I don't know what to say, but I don't know if I feel like I'm dead"

"That's... what is it?

"Where did you die?

"... even if I say it, I don't think I know"

Even myself, I don't know how those words got out of my mouth.

Speaking of being alarmed, I guess I was.

Speaking of weakness, I guess there was.

But the biggest thing was that I wanted her, Laura Sleira, to know more about a man named herself.

For some reason, I cried.

My heart filled with pity.

Why can't I boil it off so much that I'm supposed to be a much older man than her?

I didn't speak, I didn't refuse, I just returned a sweet word.

I'm going to be crushed by self-loathing and vanished into a desk stain.

But she said with her hands on my shoulder like that.

"I'm not sure I know. But when it comes to accepting, I'm a veteran."

…………

I was speechless with tears.

Laura made a circle with her left index finger and thumb, laughing and sticking her right middle finger in there.

"I've been killing each other over the dungeon, and I feel like I don't know what I'm talking about."

…………

She says with clear eyes everywhere with me, holding her fist.

"Let's do this, I'll give it back to you next, no matter what you say." Oh, my God. I don't know. I'm fine. "

Laura kissed my lips all over her nose.

It's seemingly irresponsible, but it's a word that takes me from the front as far as it goes.

No one ever told me this.

In this world, in previous lives.

Even my parents never accepted me that way.

I managed to squeeze it out of the bottom of my belly and told her as I couldn't swallow and nearly drowned in tears.

"I'm a different person."

That day, the two of them did not return.