Lonely Attack on the Different World
Part 142: Black in a one-man, overworked permanent institution I exploit because I'm horrible.
Day 48 Late Night Inn White Weird
I'm in the middle of an internal job, right? Even though you're still a working worker? Now we're strengthening the shield of our shield daughter with a mirror thrill. All the committees except our shield daughter have ordered your clothes. Is it so spare and good in the other world fighting demons with swords and magic? Who is it? The one who's ordering a dress for battle!? Oh, I'm a little animal, so relieve me, I can't have a sexy dress or anything, can I? Besides, how do you defend them by exposing them so much? Are you willing to protect me? Rejected.
Then proceed with manufacturing and charging Demon Stone batteries and Demon Stone batteries or charging magic.
A new discovery. It's a new product, definitely a hit product. You can store magic and use it when you need it, right? It's a delicacy that you put on to combat magic loss, right? Of course, the guards are all fortified with magic, so you can definitely sell them, thank you very much.
Actually, one of the reasons I couldn't get on with it was because even the dungeons were about to run out of magic and they were coming back, but if I could store the magic, I could fight it safer and longer than ever. This should be geared up in a hurry.
The mechanism is simple and when you line up a lot of demon stones, the magic power in the demon stones circulates and activates. They use it to line up the demon stones and bond them together to make batteries and batteries. "Howtoo Demonic Props!" It says here that people in this world don't know anything about batteries or batteries, so it doesn't seem to be practical. The point is the magic piggy bank, if you have batteries and batteries to keep MP stored, it will be a magic drain measure, and you will be able to use a great deal of magic as well. Everybody's gonna need it, they're gonna sell it, they're gonna make a lot of money, right?
I'm just making it by hand while verifying it because the quality of the magic stone and how it connects will change efficiency, and if I don't know what I know, I can't move to mass production, right? In a series of issues, "Nowhaw Demonic Props!" Or isn't it on sale? I'm sure it's banned. Don't you have an old great scholar's book or something?
I can't stand everyone's share. I don't need mine. Yeah, I didn't know, but did you have it? I think I was using it. The way to manufacture Demon Stone Batteries and Demon Stone Batteries is to arrange a lot of Demon Stones and the magic is poured into them. Yeah, my item bag has a super large amount of premium Demon Stones left in it like a mountain, and the item bag always absorbs the demon power of the owner and pours it inside. I mean, they were super giant batteries, right? I thought you could use as much magic as you wanted. So the "magic recovery" of my skills was going up, I used it when I stored it up, and I used it when I stored it up again, all the time before I knew it. And when I ran out of magic, I was absorbing it from the item bag battery, which is why "Magic Recovery" was superior to "Magic Absorption". "Howtoo Demonic Props! I didn't realize at all until I read," I knew the book was important. Let's summon him!
And now you have the skills to absorb magic, so it's like you're always absorbing magic from around you and charging the battery, right? 'Cause renovating the rocky mountains that grew up wasn't magical enough, was it? On second thought. Didn't you notice?
I'm in the middle of the night alone with a knack and an inside job. The chairman of the armored committee is asleep with a knockout, white and long divine legs peeking from the blanket, dewy to attractive and seductive pure white thighs, but that's a trap! It's a trap! I've been stuck in that trap over and over and over and over and I've had terrible eyes, it's a trap that will be preached to you in the morning while you're super sleepless! Seriously!
"Um, I want to go back and build a sauce factory in the cave, and the chicken farm is still untouched and still in the process of falling down the plan, and the gardens are still unbuilt, and I played Jacuzzi foam. I wonder why you can't get away with having a home?
Chicken eggs and chicken need a steady supply, right? Omelette or parent-child bowl. Yeah, I want seaweed, bonito, blue seaweed, lack of seafood, right? The ocean doesn't look like it can be done anytime soon, and if it's inland... it's jade! That's right! You're an omelet, but you couldn't put potage soup on it, could you? Let's find the jade shrimp, there are onions and long onions, and then... do you have any butter? Oh, I want cheese too! We also need agricultural reform, it's urgent! Why do we have to reform agriculture if we're not even residents? What kind of an inside job is that?
Bumps and inside job. Is it the ability of "Me", "Hikikomori" and "To" to gossip at night without having to sleep? No, I want to sleep, okay? But you can't finish your job, can you? It's an eternal black job, isn't it?
I also want to make and set aside gear for countermeasures because I found out the problem with each party at today's dungeon meeting, sleepy, and if I could, I would sell it to Otas at a special price only, because they are happily asleep by now. Bloody hell, absolutely!
I made 60 Incredible Magic Batteries and 90 Spare Magic Batteries for the rear guard so I can sell them in the morning, now you're the best in the morning, right? The problem is that all the girls are clothes-poor and don't have any money, they're already in debt with yesterday's ring, right? Ah! If I turn it into a bracelet type magic battery, I can sell it! Sounds like a few beads, but you can definitely sell them if you combine them with color picking! Heh heh, now the girls are sure to pay their debts, taste the pain of poverty with me.
I don't have any money, and the girls are asking me to make a lot of clothes to order? But there's no size chart or anything but design and color, right? Does this mean you have to measure me? Why don't we make our own mould paper or something? Are you willing to let a healthy boy high school student measure JK? But Vice Chairman A wants to make a long, tight slit leather skirt for his order, which is good for where he wants to go to take his measurements now. Next time I'll make it for you too, I'll take it off as soon as I try it on, but I'll try it on. Put it on to take it off! No, you don't hate it while you're wearing it, do you? Seriously.
And should I misrill mine and the armoured chairman's gear, too? It's already an item cheat, and I don't think it's going to get any better than this, so can we do it later? Oh, but let's misrill Mr. Armor Committee Chairman's "storage cape" because it's soggy. Yeah, and then all my gear has to be splashed and reinforced, right? Eh ~ and the wand is "magic knife" and "heavenly jungle cloud sword" in "space wand" ~ because it doesn't go up anymore. No, it's a divine sword. And "Elder Trent's Wand" with cloaks "Cloaks of Concealment" and "Cloaks of Magic Reflection" and "Cloaks of Avoidance" and boots "Boots of Acceleration", "Immaculate Greaves" and "Boots of Adsorption" with gloves "Magicians Gloves" on "Gauntlet of Contradictions", what about rings? There is also an unused "Labyrinth King's Ring" in the "Golem Maker's Ring" that I have deposited with "Trap Ring," "Demon Ring," and "Fairy Ring". Oh, even the clothes seem to be able to enhance the "golden rigid clothes," but the "black hat," but can you do that overnight! It's overwork, right? It's an overworked job, isn't it? It's a one-man, overworked, permanent institution I exploit because I'm horrible, right? It's an inside job, isn't it? What do you want me to do to make my job black corporate? I don't know what it means to be a black company by yourself at home!
And there's a lot of extra orders coming from the grocery store, right? If the city doesn't grow soon, we'll be supporting the city's economy with our jobs. You want to sleep? The barrel-naked battle's prolonged, isn't it? You didn't even have a woodpecker's watch, did you? The labyrinth of the perennial floating sunk in bed, didn't he? But I don't have any money if I don't work internally. Ordering is a pile, isn't it strange to have an in-house job at the city's economic level? It's not over at all, is it? You're asking me to come over here with my white thighs? Oh, it says this is urgent too! It doesn't say ASAP to all the sisters in that grocery store!? What's this mushroom cooked rice for three? It's our own dinner! You're a fixer!? Oh, it's a dungeon in the morning...
We shaped and processed a bunch of products that danced through the universe while connecting like belt conveyors, and we stored them, and there was no clue, there was no sign that they were even going to end, there was no reduction in the order slip at all, and the spiral drilled into a statement that had passed the order limit by the sky, and the rotation was a spiral! You're breaking through! Wind clouds will rage and circle before you get up to it! Ascension seems to do it.
"No more! Limits! Limits crossed! Ascension! WW3! Let's go to sleep. I'll be Mr. Woodpecker!!
(During WW3. I can't show you ~?)
I was pissed off in the morning.
Sermon on day 49 at the end of day 48