The Branded Female Fencer

"What lies ahead?

"Man to man."

"You're kidding me. You have a lower core, a hub, the one you can manipulate yourself if you have it, right?

"If you want, su"

"That's ambiguous, what do you mean?

"I don't know what the question means. More specifically, Dozo?

"Hey, what a annoying bastard... I want to punch you"

"Don't be able to beat me up without appearance, La, Ha, Ha, Ha"

Mocked by synthetic audio like the machine was forced to laugh, Doom accidentally slammed the wall. But if they say it reflects my nature, I'm convinced of this personality as well. And things don't go any further just because I'm angry.

I don't have time for this, I think I need to ask questions effectively.

"Can we stop this purification or something?

"I can't, su. Even administrator privileges cannot destroy code. This is due to the authority of the producer, so it is impossible to rewrite and s"

"Who are the creators of the ruins? Is he dead?

"All personal information about the producer remains confidential. Life and death are also unknown and su. Only the name of the development team is recorded, and there is no secret code."

"What's the name?

"Say Yugdrasil"

Doom's spine crept into the word.

"Yugdrasil... you say? Is that the same name as him? No, that guy's name should have been given by Alphilis. Coincidence?"

"Any other questions ha?

"Suppose I got to the back. Is it possible to turn this ruin into a caretaker to rule?

"Possible and su"

Doom glad to ring his finger to that answer, but shortly afterwards the commentator put in a no.

"However, due to your processing power, How good is your arithmetic ability?

"Computational skills, huh? You know what, that's not it!

"I see your otum in that answer, Ta. It's about 0.7, sir"

"What does that number mean?

"S in numbers when the average human being is taken as 1. Note that on an equal footing with uneducated toddlers"

"Gurgi... how annoying, I'm the one. Ah. but I can't turn it up. Seriously, how long does it take to master this ruin?

"... when average humans challenge, they remain obsolete beyond processing power. Assuming it's bearable, it takes 138 years. Forget about eating, excreting, breathing, and moving your heart."

"You can't!

"So tin because administrators also need qualifications. Koto has the processing power to withstand this enormous operation. Koto, whose life expectancy is more than double that of an average human being. Endurance is desirable more than an orgaload. Oh, you weren't there, Augalord, this continent ha. Um... add the True Dragon and the Fire Dragon and divide it by two, bah."

"It's hard to understand!

"What a low degree otum. Then sleeping in this ruin, it's not very impossible to grasp weapons, food, weapons, and experimental objects, Ka. According to our calculations, we have destroyed this continent 720 times and there are not many calculations. What a shame."

The commentators have given us a hell of a lot of information, but Doom also changed his mind because he was tired of hitting the wall one way or another. The count is already consuming nearly 1/3. This information is a trap, one that cannot be obtained at this stage, and which makes no sense.

Doom is not willing to destroy the world. It is the living who are the dead. There is no such thing as a world of death without a living being. I can't use it when I get it, such as a weapon that destroys the world. As a threat, even if the opponent gets the strongest hand tag to give in absolutely, it will just make the play less interesting.

Besides, there's no sign that I can see the end point of the corridor at all from just now. When I did poorly, the possibility of being trapped here came up until the purification began.

"Mr. Commentator, I'm going to change the question. I want information about the stewardship of this site and about the Gosage, or the High Elf's Orange Bull. How soon can we find out?

"If you have 17 seconds, you will know the general situation. It's a ta, and it's middle class when it comes to administrators, ke. Information about the lower level administrator is locked. What else do you want to know, ha?

"I want information about your son, former administrator Simola, how he once fought Ucco in his old days, his rulers on the continent and their information"

"... if so, you have 117 seconds. Got orders, Ka?

"It's up to you, get the fuck out of here!

"Fuck him, he's an unproductive customer, sir. Me and ha more than a bath. It's not good to get gay, eh?"

"Loudness - wow!?

At that moment, a vast amount of information came through the back of Doom's brain.

Continued