Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 52 City of Omui at noon

What I saw there was a terrible sight, so stunned that no words could be uttered at the earliest. I don't like it anymore.

"It's you! You've come to a good place, you can't get me out of a blacksmith, can you? Too big."

"Can you put it in an item bag, please? I want you out in the river."

"Why did you guys come here to make a knife and build a steamship? If you make a table, the chair's okay, right? Why did you need a steam engine for the knife? No matter how wrong the procedure is, the knife won't be a steamship, will it? If you hammer iron and become a steamboat, you'll be damned! It's definitely a fluke, isn't it? You're a convict, aren't you? Steam engines are magic engines, but why build them?

Steam ships full of blacksmiths. Well, I can't get you out of an underground blacksmith room, yeah. Let's leave it.

"Brother. If he puts it down, he says it's annoying! Master Omui's asking me to produce it, I'm going to use the blacksmith, so don't leave it!

It's a medium-sized wooden outer ship. Why couldn't you make a table? If I had made a chair, would I have made a boat? The main point of the outer shell and the outer ring is an iron-clad ship, right? Well, the steam engine inside would be iron, too, if it was made of wood, I'd probably respect it, right?

Why won't Grandma stop you, too? I definitely helped, didn't I? 'Cause the finishing touches are beautiful, and if you're not skilled at ship, you're gonna be a bumpy hull, aren't you? You definitely helped, didn't you? You look irrelevant, but you're an accomplice, right?

Then I guess it goes without saying that I put the Otas on a steamship floating in the river and let them discharge and drop tons of metheo from the sky. I was saving magic around the corner, but I used it all at once, didn't I? It didn't sink, did it? You're using a junction device!

I was trying to manufacture an improvised junction device by demonizing the guardian's junction magic for safety measures, but even though it was not yet practical, it was loaded on a steamship, and I was willing to be shot at by Meteo. Shall we let the atoms collapse already?

And when I ran up into the woods, I saw Mochas chasing after the Kobos, but I didn't see them. Thanks. They adapted to the Devil's Forest without conforming to the other worlds. Probably Job is also a wildling-a or something.

I've been thinking about transporting iron and wood, but what are they fighting against? It's extra annoying what you're doing to keep something from getting burned, huh? But it's a good idea to load a ship with a simple junction device that's still too big to use, but that's extra annoying where you're counteracting it! I'm seriously annoyed!

"Ahhh. Are you mentally tired? Don't you have time off to rest your spirit? Is the chairman of the armored committee a grocery store? I'm sure you don't have any money, but you feel like you're swarming around in a bag of new products, so why are you buying one after the other and bringing it back to the inn when I'm working inside the inn and delivering it to the grocery store? What's the point of me going to the delivery?

I'm already a complete shopping addict. Like chasing after the life of the original world, like rushing to be happier than the original world, like taking back what you lost because you came to this world. I'm sure that's about all I can do, only about clothes and rice. I bought cute clothes because now I can't help but enjoy them desperately. It's been almost two months, since I lived in the original world.

There are times when Ningro is desperately laughing at each other.

All I can think about is surviving when I was mentally close to my limit.

But I remember when I could afford it.

Unlike us, too much has been lost.

Boys are good, right? 'Cause the Otas have always dreamed of different worlds and lived in the original world, Ningro. So no problem, because it was a problem to be in the original world one way or the other. I've come to different worlds and I'm finally serious.

Mogadishu has no more problems. They're residents here, they're just fine in the woods. I was sporting and being an excellent player because there was something in the original world, I'm sure if I were still in the original world, I would have become a famous sportsman and gotten a lot richer. But I'm sure I don't want to go home, because I'm finally back in the other world. It's better to stop fighting the rules and fight safely, betting on living and dying, fighting with all means at your disposal. The fighting nation, who was bored in the original world, was finally able to fight seriously.

I have nothing over there. Untrained is like a bookstore, only untrained, cared for, and willing to spare.

But there's an armor committee chairman over here, I took him out. So I want to live happily ever after, so that I can be happy because there are so many things that are important in the original world, and those who want me to be happy, and those who want me to laugh, and those who don't want me to lose them, we all have nothing more. Good over here. Mr. Slime came with me, too, and if I don't train him over here,

But the girls aren't.

There is no joy in being in this world. Only what I lost was too big, and they brought me here with nothing to ask for.

It's enough to have a shopping intoxication, my daughter, and a waste free contract. I'm working hard enough, and you're maintaining a good mental equilibrium, right? There's nothing strange about crying and spreading out that I went mad, because I didn't manage to go crazy like you, so I was survived by thirty people. I'm enduring that crazier was easier, I guess the sorority friendship is superhuman.

So this evening is also my job, although there's no way I can fill something I don't think I can eat anymore, or clothes I don't think I can wear anymore, with 16 years of important stuff in just two months. I'm sure it might have been better not to suffer as much as it is now to disappear in the woods in despair, but if you helped me because I don't like it, then you can only be in a position to make something that only slightly reduces my suffering, right? If you're laughing at me, it's an inside job... is it something you can't handle a little more?

"Ahhh! I've seen this bag in the shop! I wanted it!

I'll apologize if Daniel and Bob find out, 'cause I wanted one, too, but it's cloth bag gear, right? If you think about it carefully, making something stylish doesn't look good on a black cape! Besides, I can't let go of my cloth bag or my wooden stick! I mean, not stylish at all! orz.

"Hmm? A little too big? I don't have the right size! Get the producer!

Don't call me, it's troublesome, so don't call me either. Tell me at the inn. It's not a big bag, it's just me, okay? I'm a little animal, why is this one in an adult corner?

"Ah, sporty storage? Is that a cute, party-friendly petite bag? But you've never been called to a party, have you? I'm working on it!

Yeah. I've never been called, either, have I? But I never put it together, did I? But the gobs, take it, take it! I don't want to do anything about it, but they do.

Are you gonna tell me you're having fun or are you gonna tell me you're buying up? I guess the reason I don't have a lot of rest is because I can't chase down the money earners, because if it's for clothes, I'm going to hunt down the demons. Actually, it's a talent for different worlds? Aren't you adapting? That? Actually, it didn't have anything to do with mental equilibrium or anything. It was just Mr. Greed and his people? You don't seem to be mentally ok with Ning Ro clothing. Seriously.