Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

Originally, it would not be sane to let the work to be done in the five pillars be done in two pillars, and she, the former ethnic administrator, was so poisoned in a very deep part of her heart, without putting it on her expression, on her emotions or on her yawn.

At the same time, being stuck with the fact that this is all we had to do before, we are reminded of how we have been so interested in playing by forgetting our original business.

Thank God, this world should have perished by now.

The depletion of the backbone for building the world, the elements that the upper beings call resources, is also depleting at a dramatic level that it is too late.

Originally, it was a little less.

Over a very, very long period of time, it just goes down a little bit, and when you can no longer support the world is the life expectancy of that world.

However, as exceptions exist for everything, exceptions also exist for this rule.

Thinking about it, the former ethnic administrator was about to fill his thoughts with screaming and wanting to hold his head.

It is a world that forms the backbone, albeit part, of a world that is innumerably branched.

If it collapses there, a world that has the nature of doom up to the world that links it there in chain.

And a world where that affects even that Lord who presides over all the worlds.

A protected world that is not stipulated to perish and whose replenishment is guaranteed before falling into a deadly lack of resources.

The shock she suffered when she found out it was here was hard to brush.

Come to think of it, it would have been a strange story if it had been true in itself that as many as five administrators with the same powers would have been placed in one world.

Normally, as many administrators as myself would have been superior if there had been no one and no two placed in a single world.

The number of administrators placed meant that that much careful attention needed to be paid to the management of this world.

The former ethnic administrator thinks it would be wrong to say grudges mainly for not explaining that.

Because if they had managed the world normally, and if they had asked for its help from the beginning, following the Lord's advice, there would have been nothing wrong with them.

Even so.

They got so excited about playing in such a world.

I truncated and ignored the advice from the Lord that it was something that disturbed that play.

Its end is the current state of this world today.

Because she understands too much about it, she silently devours her teeth and devours her thoughts on countless treatments that even reduce its presence.

"But this..."

Her ability to manage a fifth of the world has been a scream for quite some time.

While using a variety of backgammon in a corner of thought that is about to burn, it is deceptive to try to keep the world going, and it breaks from the edge of the process.

"This is awesome. There's nothing I can do about it."

It was the former Beast Race Administrator, who was ordered to do the same as her, that made me hail early.

He couldn't say whether it was because the Beastmen he managed were, or because he was, or whether the race called the Beastmen was, but he was direct, shallow, and gave up quickly.

"I definitely don't have enough resources. No matter how much deception or deception, if it's just processing, we'll figure it out if we keep on spitting it out, but there's just a lack of quantity.

To the attitude of the ex-beast ethnic administrator, who deliberately speaks what he understands, the ex-beast ethnic administrator annoyed him with his thoughts, but instantly switches his mind and flattens back the wavering thoughts.

Now I even waste my time thinking about getting angry with his attitude.

I'll just tell him how I feel about running my gaze and working silently and silently.

The former Beast tribe administrator noticed what a gaze meant for him only for a moment, or as soon as he shrugged his shoulders, he went back to the processing he had been doing until then.

I've known that for quite some time now, even if I didn't bother to tell him.

As long as we continue with the status quo, she didn't know when it would come either because she currently can't afford the thought of turning to that calculation, but any of them will come to a limit.

It wasn't like there was no way to open it.

It's a world where resources are originally decided to be replenished, so you just have to replenish them.

We are already ready for this, so that the Lord can only pour resources into it later.

It's not that hard to bring the world back to life as long as their Lord, who is infinite from them, pours resources into it.

Then why is it not done?

Her expression distorted slightly bitterly when her thoughts got to that.

I know why.

The presence of the Demonic Administrator, who would be destroying two Elf and Dragon Administrators and descending from the situation to the lower realm, is why the Lord is hesitant to replenish resources in this world.

Neither does the former ethnic administrator know that he cannot pour in the resources that can only save the world, in a current situation where he does not know his purpose and place.

The only way to do something about it is, of course, to make the Demon Administrator figure out what the purpose is and where he is, other than to hold onto that figure.

She had also broken some of her thoughts about the task, but there is a difference in abilities between her continuing task of maintaining the world and the Demonic Administrator, who would be fully committed to abandoning and hiding that task.

He was the originator of the game he was playing in that world, if I recall.

If he had anticipated the present state from that time on, for what purpose on earth would he disobey the Lord, renounce the area of control, and where is he lurking with what thoughts now?

Considering that, the former ethnic administrator feels like he has a severe headache that he is not supposed to feel, as if he were a human being.

"Anyway, now maintaining the status quo is our top priority"

Sooner or later it was a sure job to go bankrupt.

But it's not like we can't stretch that breaking timing any further.

One is the presence of a young man of one people whose Lord worried about this status quo and sent them from another world to that world.

The diffusion of resources, though thin, wide and small, was made possible thanks to the fact that he, attached to that soul a large number of resources, was moving that world quite flutteringly, and that was helping her in her task of maintaining it.

Plus she decides to choose the choices she would never make if she were normal.

"Let us renounce the maintenance of the realm of the Devil Nation"

"Oh, hey!? That's..."

Even though the former Beast Administrator glared visibly at the words of the former ethnic administrator who said so coldly, she pushed the voice of protest with her gaze and even colder tone.

"The top priority is that the world doesn't perish. That's all I think about. In view of the actions of that Demon Administrator, you don't need us to take care of the demonic domain, do you?

It's bad for her and the demons who live in that world.

If you are in a situation where you can afford resources, you don't bother to make choices that you abandon.

However, there is no room for resources as they stand, no way of getting the resources replenished thanks to that Demonic Administrator, and there is no sign that the situation will be remedied, even if she uses her abilities to the limit.

Then the former ethnic administrator decided to abandon the maintenance of the demonic realm in order to make such administrators consider it unfortunate that it was managed here.

This reduces the total amount of resources needed to maintain it, and furthermore creates a certain amount of leeway in order not to have to allocate her own processing power to the Demon Clan.

"If we stay out of our control and they cut off our resources, we'll all be lightly extinct, even the Demons."

The opinion of the administrator of the former Beast clan was the best.

The strength of the species is not considered an issue here.

No matter how stubborn and powerful a race called the Demon Nation was over the rest of the species, if it leaves the hands of administrators and stops supplying resources, it will surely perish, regardless of whether it is fast or slow.

Actually, I don't think it's going to die.

With strange certainty, the former ethnic administrator shrugs.

If the current situation is within that Demon Administrator's schedule, it's not as hard to predict that the maintenance of control and the supply of resources to the Demon Nation he was managing could be stopped.

I wasn't sure how obsessed he was with the demons under his control, but I don't think she would have thought about it enough to extend it without having any means of confrontation.

It was supposed to be the present because with some means of confrontation, I could get through to the time I needed.

Then, with regard to the question of by what means we intend to get through the present, the former ethnic administrator does not have the words to answer.

For if she herself were put in the same situation, she could not come up with any other means than to lie down and beg forgiveness.

How the hell is that abominable Demon Administrator going to get through this?

She was the one with an extraordinary interest in that question, but now she switches her mind because it's not the time to do so, and immediately embarks on the task of stopping the supply of resources to the demonic realm.

"Really...? It doesn't seem to have anything to do with us."

The work itself is not that difficult or laborious.

The task of going through the path is quite a lot of work, but the task I'm doing now is just breaking that path, so it's going to be very easy.

Even if building roads is a daunting task, it is the same logic as breaking them is easy.

The former ethnic administrator, who thoroughly and unconstitutionally cut off the path to supplying resources to the realm of the Demonic Nation, was listening to the whining of the former ethnic beast administrator without asking.

"Hold on, whatever you did, he's amazing. You can't imitate me. I don't know why it makes so much difference when you're supposed to be the manager of the same performance the Lord made."

The dragon tribe administrator was killed in some way.

The Elf tribe administrator is believed to have been killed as well, because no one has seen the end of it, but the situation and then his reaction can be found from nowhere.

There are no advantages or disadvantages among administrators.

Because there was no point in letting it, and the five pillar administrators placed in this world were supposed to have exactly the same performance, no matter how different their thoughts and experiences were.

At that point of thought, her thinking slowly slows down as she was doing the work.

Instead I started bringing my head, I doubt it.

Perhaps the Demon Administrator was able to kill the two Administrators in a way that was unintentional or close to it.

But is it something that a being with exactly the same performance is defeated by being fulfilled without being able to strike back unilaterally, just by accident?

"I knew it, I guess he'd been preparing for something like this for quite some time. Is it the visionary one? I can't even imagine."

"Hey, wait a minute. Prep for quite some time......?

Finally, he stopped working and said to her, who had pinned his mouth to his blurry words, like nothing since he looked at it strangely.

"Didn't you? It's not the kind of trick you can get ready for overnight, is it? Oh, my God, it's stopped, huh? It would be nice to move your hands before you move your mouth."

Laughing that she had no choice but to see how the former Beast Administrator was doing, the former Beast Administrator begins the continuation of the work she was doing.

Somehow she hastily grabbed his shoulder, feeling like she shouldn't let it go on, leaving her thoughts untouched.

"What the hell. It's not a difficult task, even for me. I'm just gonna break it."

"No... no! Wait a minute!

"Wait, nothing, it's over now, okay?

Without understanding her point, he laughs at her.

As the administrators of the two pillars watched, the complete blockade of the resource supply to the demonic realm was completed, and all of the information about the demonic realm that the two of them were monitoring blacked out at once at the next moment.

"What? What happened? Did I even smash something extra!?

Listening to his voice rushing to start looking into the situation when Gilliel returned to be cut again, she had vague thoughts that this was probably one of those demonic administrator envisioned situations.

If the resources to maintain the world are scarce until we find ourselves in a critical situation, it will be possible for anyone to anticipate that it is the realm of demonic administrators who are clearly flying anti-flags against the Lord at that point in time that their supply will be cut off first.

"Difference in performance...... play...... lack of resources...... preparation......"

Former ethnic administrator lining up bumps and words.

At the end of that gaze, some anomaly seems to have occurred. The image and the accompanying data show that the lower realm is reflected in the universe, and that apparently all of the realm of the demonic race, which cut off all of these paths, was overshadowed by some sort of junction.

Shit, what the hell happened?

"I've isolated all the demonic dominions from the world."

The abrupt appearance of the junction and the attempt to examine its interior completes the task with total negligence.

Inside it played all kinds of interference from them and never leaked a single piece of information outside.

"I've never seen such a strong bond."

"To say that we even cut off the path to that realm because of a lack of resources was what he planned to do"

A two-pillar administrator without the art of doing so can only keep an eye on it.

In contrast to the flashing former Beast tribe administrator, she distorted her face to anger and ravaged its long hair.

"He... looks so far ahead, he's been prepping for a long time..."

"What are you getting ready for? You mean that juncture?

"No. No, it's not, but it's part of it. He..."

A finger that was left to anger ripped off a few hair bumps to power.

Without even looking at him for his inadvertent retreat to her behavior like that, she makes words to squeeze out the trembling voice she suppressed low.

"Take the game on us and make it look like the mess it causes caused the world's lack of resources... in fact, he's got the resources he's supposed to circulate... maybe he was sidetracking it"

Lied to everything but himself, to the Lord and to his colleagues, he must have long since stolen resources for this time and hoarded them so that no one could find them, she thought.

Embezzlement of resources in such quantities that the world could perish.

With that amount, it should have been as good as keeping the isolated areas for a while this time.

She couldn't help but bitterly acknowledge her stupidity when she thought that there was no way for an administrator to take such action as embezzlement of elements to maintain the world, and because of the feeding she had eaten up easily because of boredom after spending a long time managing it.

"For what?

"There's no way I can tell that much. Ask him if you want to know!

I just figured that out now, and the situation is already over.

There's very little they can do when they think about the reason, the cause, the purpose.

She also knew that there was no point in making her voice absurd, but she couldn't stop being so loud and degenerate.

"In the meantime, contact the Lord and Gilliel!

"Ooh. What about you?"

"I will now devote myself to maintaining the world using the resources of the floating minutes. We're already talking where we don't have a curtain. I just have to ask for your help up there."

Where there was now more shame on the coat, there was not something to lose, but if you knew you were still being deceived, there was no way you had anything to think about.

Still, she knew there was nothing we could do on our own if the story got to that point.

Then, while telling himself that there was now no action he could take other than to ensure that he could do what he could, the former ethnic administrator was once again half-forced to immerse his consciousness in the task of maintaining the world.