No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

- A month has passed since the day of the crime investigation.

"Hey, Comrade Orochi! I need your help!

The site supervisor's wild voice echoed at the excavation site on the fifth basement of "Yata-glass" Ajito, commonly known as "Crow".

"Okay! I'll go when this is over!

The Orochi I was called to, I circled through the ground with [goblin magic] while I replied so.

... would need an explanation.

When I became an apprentice in the use of Yata-glass, I was given the name Orochi by the chief.

The reason for naming is because he doesn't like it like a snake.

Apart from this, even when an apprentice is taken and sunny and recognized as a servant, he will be given his name as a servant by the Patriarch.

You're like a native fish.

At this time, if he wishes, he can also revert to the original name given to him by his parents.

To be precise, the same name is given again by the Bishop.

... merely naming the original name means that there is the authorization of the bishop.

And when I was expected to be able to use magic, during my training, I was forced to work at an excavation site in the lower level of the magazine where I would sleep underground.

Whatever it is, it seems that the ancient wizard has reused the remains (of his own accord).

They're digging underground and expanding the space with [ground magic] to suit the size of the denomination, but during that expansion work, a different site was discovered than previous remains.

Whereas previous remains are nothing more than pit-like caves supported by wooden frames, the ruins are made up of metal, smooth rocks and unidentified twisted structures.

Or, just to be clear, it's a structure like an office building in a previous life, made of plastic and light metals with concreting.

No, it's underground, so maybe it's closer to saying nuclear shelter.

Stuck together, a lot of this office building rugged (or nuclear shelter-like) structure was rolling around like a raven not sure what to use it for.

Most of all, I had something quite familiar, but the "Yata-glass" - no, it must be all unfamiliar to the people of this world.

However, some of them were relatively easy to understand.

For example, metal weapons and protective equipment, including knives.

Stainless steel knives are rust resistant and far less likely to destroy blades than knives in this world, making them a treasure for the assassins of Yata-glass.

There are fewer protectors than that, but according to [Appraisal], it is also made of duralumin, and the executives of "Yata-glass" wear it under a matching robe.

They also sell stainless steel dishes, plastic containers, etc. to some favorites for extra-judicial prices, in addition to using them within.

I didn't have a high skill level, but I could use [ground magic].

Because of this, I am thankful in this field, and I am supposed to work here during the morning to noon hours, exempted from training.

And while I'm using [ground magic] all over here, [ground magic] is kanst.

As a bonus, I had masterclass skills [Goblin Magic].

Of course, it's not unconscious enough to let [the magic of the ground] be used in front of the face of the "Yata-glass".

In the first place, they use [magic of the ground] to improve their skills and labor while assuring a [magic of the ground] appearance.

- And then, for a day to visit, I'm even working on a small clerk.

I slam the shredded floor against this one and nod slightly at the echoing sound and head to the site supervisor.

The site superintendent says, pointing to an empty hole in the wall.

"Whoa, are you here? It's this hole, but I was wondering if you could get out there and find out what's going on."

This shape... I guess it's a ventilator.

By the hole, the yellow fan is removed and placed.

"Hmm. Fine."

I let myself leap into the ventilator while drawing a light and a physique.

Where I came in, it looks like a work room or something, and there's a line of machines that look like it.

but it is corrosive to worn out and looks very unusable as it is.

Look at the parts scattered around the machine - I narrowed my eyes.

- Melvi.

"Yes. Should I collect it?

"Please. I'm sorry I've been asking you to do all this lately."

"Maybe we can automate that (...), right?

I'd be happy to help. "

Melvi collects the blind potatoes with [Dimensional Magic].

Wait for that work to be done,

"- Director, it doesn't seem to be a big deal here.

There's a door in the back, so I'll head that way. "

"Right, please"

Don't even question my big lie, the director says.

The fairy hates lying to me, but you can't help it.

I use [the sperm magic] again to remove the dirt and sand that fills the door.

I'm the only wizard mobilized here who can distinguish the concrete walls from dirt and sand and remove only dirt and sand.

Or they can't tell the difference between a mundane rock wall and concrete.

He seems to think of Conchri as a rock that has been scraped out of somewhere or magically created.

Now, with the exception of dirt and sand, there was a narrow corridor running of metal pipes.

It reminds me of the inside of submarines and spacecraft.

I don't think this whole ruin is a giant ride.

"Melvi, you know what it is?

"Hmmm... your husband's knowledge doesn't seem to have anything like this either, does it?

Melvi tilts her neck, but I don't even have a hypothesis.

There have long been reincarnators from different worlds in this world.

One of them must have built this ruin.

From the construction, factories, workshops, etc.

Nevertheless, I do not know if this ruin is that valuable.

The excavation by the excavation team of "Yata-glass" is quite advanced, but what is discovered from here is mainly stainless steel and plastic daily supplies and simple weapons, and nothing more has been found.

"It's okay to have a machine."

"Are you sure?

I've never seen a machine that's so complicated and sophisticated that I don't know what it's for.

"It would be rare indeed, but if there was a reincarnator, no wonder.

The strange thing is... "

"... what?

"I can't find the power to move these machines."

"Power?"

"There's a wind to move a windmill, isn't there?

I don't know if it's electricity or magic, but I don't have the power to move these machines "

"Have they taken it away yet or something?

"At least it doesn't seem to have been recovered by Yata-glass.

If they took it away, they'd be the ones who built it and gave it up. "

Many machines have round indentations when observed carefully.

If this is the adapter that connects the power to the machine, I think it's something magical, not power.

Like an orb that can keep its magic buildup, for example.

- That's what I want.

"Is it a dead end? -" Tunnel. "

The walls swell (no sound, but as an atmosphere).

Further, repeat "Tunnel" and aim behind the ruins.

We explored it as it was for about twenty minutes, but did not achieve any dizzying results.

I turn back to the director.

Instead of a ventilator that went in, I dug out a door that was buried nearby and went out of there.

"- Oh, are you back? What do you say?"

Before the director I'm intrigued to ask, I carry [physical magic], piling up crap that's neither poisonous nor medicinal.

"Oh, to wrench on a knife... what the hell?

Fair enough.

It's easy to use. "

"There was a bunch of rails in the back."

Trolleys strewn throughout the area are also part of the ruins.

Neither the technology nor the facility to create precision rails is here, but thus the rails that sometimes leave the earth are used to expand underground spaces.

"What! That's a big discovery!

The guys in the material squad always said they wanted rails. "

That's what the director says, and my hair spills.

... I'm sorry, old man.

Other than that, I put everything in the popo...

I just gave it to you, but I don't think it's the majority of things that I don't know how to use.

While I felt guilty about the director I was pleased with, that put an end to my work in the morning.

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At noon, the cafeteria in the middle floor of the crow was full.

During the holy service, the blackheads are also human if they are peeled off.

I'm hungry, and I want to eat something good if I can.

"Hey, burn it on me too!

"Don't interrupt me! They're burning mine now!

Two comrades started arguing in front of an iron plate where I was baking okonomiyaki.

… Ah, "comrade" is the way we call each other in ".

"Comrade Neville, Comrade Gonzac, if you don't line up properly, there's no okonomiyaki."

When I say that and pay attention, the two wait in line for their turn.

I used to think of me as a child and lick me when something similar happened and hit the pot with [physical magic].

Since then, my seniors have also become "respectful" of my opinions.

It was only at first that I was seen with strange eyes that I looked like a three-year-old, but these days I've been totally familiar with it, and more people have been able to tap each other lightly.

I thought it would be a bunch of uneventful people because it's a bunch of assassins, but once inside, there was a society there that seemed even at-home.

There are also many casual servants, like Comrade Neville and Comrade Gonzac, who, together, are likely to forget that they are assassins who serve evil gods.

"I mean, you could cook it yourself"

"No, it's different somewhere when you cook it yourself. I don't know if you're fluffy..."

Well, [Physical Magic] stirs you to exquisite condition.

Usake mushroom sashimi, which is replacing the feast, is also broiled with [fire magic] to make it crisp.

I also made the classic mayonnaise, and the sauce is specially made with some spices added to the sauce that resembles tomato ketchup.

Although the amount of Bossoboso bread and thin soup served during the crime investigation was small, it was a common meal in the

Meat and fish dishes when they were opened were a luxury that combined the welcome of newcomers and the comfort of their users.

It doesn't taste so good that if I was renting the kitchen to make okonomiyaki and eat it, the seniors would keep an eye on me.

And they told me to do the kitchen clerk if I could make something this good, and I was exempt from work and training at noon, and this is how I was supposed to be burned okonomiyaki in the kitchen.

Depending on the day, the number of people entering and leaving the cafeteria is roughly around 100.

Gazein, the chief, also appears often, but I have never seen only the figure of the denominational patriarch Grutmezza.

By the way, there's no such thing as Oba in the dining room, so basically it's a system that uses the kitchen to cook things and eat them on your own.

For once, a retired user due to an injury is doing a kitchen clerk, with minimal bread and soup available, but that's just too tasteless.

There are many users who decide to cook in their company and cook themselves on a rotating basis.

I can't wait to be made for free either, so I can offer a replacement condition.

"Hey, make me one of those, too."

Comrade Neville, who flattened the okonomiyaki really well, says.

"Is that it? Right, you can do it if you want to take my place on cleaning duty.

Oh, give yourself a milk voucher. "

In the basement milk for valuables is rationed and cannot be drunk without a special voucher.

Milk vouchers are also used as a tool to trade with each other as valuable items alongside tobacco vouchers.

As a rule, everything in the house, from weapons to food, is the common property of the entire denomination.

It is strictly forbidden to buy or sell money distributed outside the denomination.

The great thing in the church was not the guy with the money, but the guy who did a lot of holy duty - that is, the guy who killed a lot of people.

By performing sacramental duties and raising the order within the Church, good rooms will be available, permission to use good armaments will be obtained, and priority will be given to accommodating what you want.

However, there is a rarity that everyone wants.

For this reason, some goods are laid with a distribution system.

It is a public secret that the ticket is in fact a currency.

Incidentally, milk is delivered directly from a dedicated ranch in the area, so it is thick but fresh and flavorful, making it a daily pleasure for your users.

"What... but hey"

Neville takes the paper pocket out of his nostalgia and gives me the milk voucher that had fallen into its depths.

I give Neville the cleaning duty bill, called the red vote, and I bring a milk bottle and a stainless steel shaker from the back of the kitchen.

"So do you want to go - Ice Cream!

This is, needless to say, my original magic.

Float and swing the shaker with [Physical Magic], while at the same time hanging the (spread) and (flame) in a special way to cool the shaker.

That's all for an explanation, but it's so hard to control magic that it's not comparable to Flame Lance or anything else.

Come on, there are not so many wizards in the congregation, and no one among the servants who have been present here, including Comrade Neville, is surprised by the awesomeness of this magic.

Now, as I shake the shaker, I stretch too much of my okonomiyaki spring thinly onto the iron plate.

A little irregular, but complete with substitute crepes.

Place the crepe on a plate and top it with freshly made ice cream.

Then I also put the apple soaked in liquor, and there's no chocolate, so drizzle up a little brandy for cooking, if you can.

"Hoi, Comrade Neville"

"Ooh, Comrade Orochi's serving has taste.

Where the hell did I learn to serve like this?

If you weren't an upscale nobleman in the capital, you wouldn't have had a chance to see it like this. "

Neville asks as he receives the crepe.

I'm waving my fingers.

"You don't pry into a woman's past, do you?

"... where did you really learn to do that, kid?"

"If you're unhappy, I'm not gonna make an okonomiyaki or a crepe."

"Yes, no, it was my fault!

Comrade Neville took care of the plate of crepes and left for the table.

I take the apron off while I drop Neville off.

"Hey, make us okonomiyaki as well as Comrade Neville"

"I want a crepe, too!

As the other comrades say in advance,

"Sorry, it's training time."

"Shit... but hey.

Can you make it again?

"Yes, I'll take the place of cleaning, so I'll ask for the crepe."

"Yes, sir."

I wave lightly, leaving the dining room behind.