The God has moved to another world.

Keith always thought sausage was a strange ingredient.

In the first place, why did you intend to pack the meat into the bowels of an animal, the original owner?

Knowledge and reason show that it's for preservation, but I feel a strange sign.

'Cause cows, pigs, sheep, that's why I'm like, "Well, yeah."

Let's just say that's what you, the humanoid species did.

A hundred par hounds, huh?

Well, if I did any cooking method to the one that's in the shape of a person, I'd get a sense of hunting.

With that in mind, Keith scowls over the sausage pinched fast food.

Delicious.

Einfarble is a city of adventurers.

It is precisely the city of adventurers in the literal sense because it is the kneecap of the Adventurer Alliance headquarters and that is the direct jurisdiction.

Naturally the proportion of adventurers among residents is very high.

And many of them are manual workers, well, if you describe donning a warcraft opponent as manual labor, but many of them are manual workers anyway.

Naturally, thriving food stores become more gutsy.

The same was true of what I was eating now, and the thinly roasted square bread-like dough was sandwiched together with sausage-fried meat, vegetables and noodles.

Volume and variety like a set meal, but it fits securely in a square fabric.

I know I have some ideas, but my appetite for eating it wins me over trying to figure it out.

Originally Keith is not the exploratory type in such a place.

Long live if you eat and taste good.

If that's why you're thinking about this.

It is an escape from reality.

"I don't want to work. Ah. I don't like it. I don't want to work. I don't want to do anything. I want to sleep slowly in bed. I don't want to work."

I don't want to work.

“Shadowcross," "Little," "Vain," etc., Keith Maxwell, called by many two names, but not the diligent type, one way or the other.

Rather, it is the type of person who doesn't want to work infinitely.

I want to rest if I can.

That's not how the world works though, so I had to work at least.

I can't eat without working.

What an irrational world.

Don't you have to work to live in a safe and comfortable world?

Nevertheless, it is an unfulfilled dream.

I have to work because it is an unfulfilled dream.

And Keith thinks he's overworked.

Speaking of why this happened, it would still be caused by the Iron Wheel Knights "Steel's” Shelbren Grosso.

As a senior junior as a student, Keith had been eyed by Shelbren since that time.

What did they like about it, Shelbren said, that Keith is quite a man to use, huh?

Of course Keith himself doesn't think that at all.

Rather, I recognize myself as still less than a hundred inferior students.

If that's why you can fit into the vice president of the famous Iron Wheel Knights at the bend.

He recognized that the mystery of life was the business of Tori.

Elves seem to be a basically brilliant species, but they exert powers that are not usually thought of when life is at stake.

For Keith, "instructions" or "orders" from Shelbren are things that, if defied, lead directly to death.

There's a saying that you can do anything if you're willing to die, but I think you're exactly right.

Keith has done nothing but work that would be appreciated by the bend, literally because he came with the willingness to die.

I think we should all be in more danger of life.

That way the world will be overflowing with diligent things.

Is defying Shelbren such a dangerous thing?

That's not much to ask.

Among the many talented elves, Shelbren is a rare being and is often referred to as a personable person.

I'll be less angry, and I wonder if reason works where I'm angry.

There seems to be a lot to think about that way.

But let Keith tell you, it's a total misunderstanding.

He's easy to show off.

By and large, if you are a normal creature, stand in front of the "steel” Shelbren Grosso and you will rise.

They perceive it to be similar to the earthquake, typhoon, and self-defense functions work so that they don't do anything unnecessary.

The natural answer becomes polite and Shelbren stops doing things that make him angry.

Of course, some people in the world are forced to twist and bend those instinctive defensive reactions until they bite.

Keith, Deputy Commander of the Iron Wheel Knights, has seen what happens to those people several times.

What strikes me is when I blow the right half of a knight in reverse with one hand.

I don't know what the hell you might think, but I can't help it because it's literal.

Somehow the knight, who seemed to have burned a sense of confrontation, was recklessly entangled in Shelbren.

It was Shelbren, who had been sikato for a while, but one word appeared to have touched the scales backwards, waving his left arm unconstitutionally.

I don't use anything magical.

It's pure arm power and just a beating of the magic in our bodies.

As a result, the right half of the knight, who was fully equipped during the exercise, disappeared.

A normal creature would die instantly.

Happy or unhappy, the knight, who is an elf, only had to be in a half-dead state.

That one was probably conscious because his face was pulling.

Or maybe Shelbren, in some way, didn't allow him to pass out.

This is happiness or unhappiness again, did you feel ready to see that knight whose right half-body was cleanly gone, and the Shelbren himself gave the treatment.

Modern medicine is an amazing thing, and if you are an elf, an injury of that magnitude can be fully healed in about a week.

It was precisely because Shelbren was concerned about it that he was treated, so there were no scars left.

Whatever it is, it moves somewhat better than the original body.

By the way, that blown guy had changed his mind and was part of the Iron Wheel Knights.

I guess it's a shitty level of dm, Keith thinks.

There are a few other examples, but that's pretty much what the end of the one who touched Shelbren's scales looked like.

I'm not kidding, just because you're cured doesn't mean you're instantly hissed of your body.

Keith thinks of himself as a normal person with genuine sensibility, and believes that immediate-death injuries are not something he likes to do for that kind of arrangement.

Now, what does it do to touch the backscales of Shelbren?

Shelbren likes professionals who are proud of their work, regardless of their genre.

Military personnel, cooks, street performers, whatever the genre really is.

Do something that has more than a certain level of skill and has an aesthetic for your job.

The recoil hates being lazy.

Especially, that aspect was strong against my men.

He forgives me for not being able to work as hard as I can to get results.

However, if, despite his abilities, he did not work because he was troublesome or tired, he would not be forgiven.

It pisses me off so much, and in some cases, some half of my body gets wiped out.

If it's right or left, or lower body or something, you'll survive because you still have a head.

If a bug is found badly and his torso is wiped out, he dies instantly.

I'm sorry it's not a challenge or a joke.

Of course, that's rarely the case, and I've only ever actually had enough about that hand with one hand.

Still, as a person who is actually being shown something like that in front of me, I am not as furry as I am willing to get it done.

Although the formula for not being pissed off is quite expensive because I was working at it for a while.

Keith didn't like the gambling way of life so much that he was willing to risk his life for it.

I want to keep the lowest standards of work, presumably expected.

"That's why I came. To the land that was abandoned. No, I've done it."

Though I tried to gain momentum with words, I had no power at all.

Keith, who also failed to cheer up, turns his arms and ankles to sigh.

Full-body armor covering up to my face is fully tracking and assisting me in that movement.

I don't feel the weight of armor, anything is easier to move than when I'm naked.

Reinforced armor in the form of external bones worn by the knights of the Iron Wheel Knights aboard the "tank," a power suit commonly known as "armor".

What I'm wearing right now is something Shelbren made for Keith.

While it's terribly easy to move, it also performs very nicely.

I no longer feel like a part of my body, but the pressure is also amazing to know what to do if I can't do my job properly by being pushed to do something so superior.

I just put in some exploration, and I'm so excited to go home.

"I don't know what to do with goal setting"

Keith has never even approached the site.

Because I've endured enough reports to analyze the data that the others have brought.

You don't have to look at anything with your own eyes, just scrutinize what comes up from people who know how to gather the right information, and quite a few things can be done.

Otherwise, experts in information analysis, etc., would eliminate the significance of existence.

But that's not enough this time.

There's nothing I can do if I don't go see him in person, and that's why I have to bring back the information I deserve.

I stink of lumps, but I have to.

Well, for now, it's unlikely that we're going into "abandoned land," and is it our primary goal to witness the "forest of sinners"?

In the meadow area surrounding the "Forest of Sinners," there is little doubt as to whether it is a stepping stone.

Try to get close, and if it looks bad, let's not put it down.

It's a shitty land to ask in the first place.

I can make up as many reasons why you didn't come in, I mean, if you report the facts separately, that would suffice.

All you have to do is stick Stenglaire's secret detective to Textow for a little while.

I can't help but be driven back. - So, you're done.

"So I went. Yeah, I like that, I like that."

As he turns his neck, Keith approaches his own "tank" placed beside him.

Independence despite only two wheels. That was still made by Shelbren as Keith-only.

Shaped like the lower body of a large person, it is a flair such as additional armor to be worn from the top of the "armor".

The biggest feature would be a large pair of wheels mounted from around the heel toward the outside.

Among the Iron Wheel Knights, the fastest "tank" match bunny.

It is a rampant horse that can't be handled except by Keith Maxwell because of its too pointy performance.

"Oh, I want to work."

Wearing a "tank," a love machine, Keith sighed like he was exhausted.

Much, much, what shall we do?

The samurai again became impotent.

Always, always, he can't do it.

Even if I sum it up, I won't listen.

I told you to stop because it was dangerous, and you laughed that you understood.

What are you going to do if you get hurt?

That samurai is always impotent.

When someone is in trouble, they are bound to get involved.

Saying that you're a floating brother-in-law, or you can't help it with the flow.

No matter how much you stop, smile bitterly, and bake your care.

Because of that, you helped Tanuki like me.

Without it, without it, what if we don't make it?

Why, why, why are you doing this?

Your samurai is dead.

I can't believe that that one takes the back on the stuffing stuff.

At least if I stay by your side.

No, no, really. Is that right?

Where there was one raccoon like me, would that have helped him?

At least, at least, if I have the strength.

If you have the power to help the samurai.

"Oh, isn't it Raccoon? Hey, it's been a while -! Ha-ha-ha."

Samurai!

I heard you were dead!

"No, dead is dead, isn't it? I also have legs. No, well, I'm pretty sure he's dead. Something, he's become a god, hasn't he? I'm glad you worshipped me. I don't know."

I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do.

Your samurai is dead, and your samurai is in God.

I can't believe a samurai who has slashed Master Oasinotokoyomi's foot has fallen behind the stuffing.

How, how, too bad.

But, but maybe this was a good idea.

Now I can repay you.

I can help you with what your samurai does.

I can give you something to please.

Life expectancy, you don't have to worry about it.

Yeah, yeah, maybe I'm glad.

Then, if not for the sneak.

We need to help the samurai.

Sensing the signs of something approaching, Tanuki opens his eyes.

I used to sleep a little bit until the other guy arrived.

I could have had a good dream.

When it came to sleeping, I wasn't completely asleep, I was semi-awakened, but maybe that was a good idea instead.

The Lord of Signs seemed to belong to a guest who was due to come.

They came on time.

Hit both hands and call back the user-demons who were letting them hit perimeter alert.

It is a technique purchased overseas, but it is now completely Tanuki's.

Coming back to the geraluminum case I put at my feet is something like a beetle made of metal.

That brings us together at a tremendous rate, folding our bodies into small pieces and delivering them into the geraluminum case.

When it all fits, now there's a collection of things like drones, with two propellers on the sphere.

After all, it was made of metal, just like a thing like a beetle, and a demon of Tanuki.

At the same time that they fit perfectly into the geralmin case, the door opens.

What came in was a man with feathers on his suit.

I look at the tragedy in the room where Tanuki is, and I say, "Wow."

I just didn't look frightened, I was having fun somewhere.

Tanuki laughs bitterly wondering how he reacts as a person.

Tanuki is located in a city designated by a Cabinet Order.

It was a bar, entering the basement of a miscellaneous building.

Sitting at the counter there with a dark, hard-to-get atmosphere for the rest of us, Tanuki is drinking.

Besides, there were no customers drinking.

I don't even look like a clerk.

Just.

On that floor, there are several people-like things rolling around.

People, like, they weren't human.

The whole body is covered with fur and the animal-like characteristics of the canine family are prominent.

It's called a werewolf.

That's a dozen people, bubbling from their mouths, rolling with cramps.

"Oh, thank you. I'm from the police, it's called Sassajima. It's a fake name, of course.

The man laughs naggingly and walks in scratching his head.

I walk not to step on a werewolf rolling on the ground, but I don't rely on that foothold at first glance.

The center of gravity had not been set, and he looked fluffy.

Ordinary people would look at their upper backs and physique and get the impression that they look something strong.

If you have a little taste in martial arts or some kind of trained person, you should be insulted to see that it's not a well-trained human move.

In Tanuki's eyes, he was seen as quite a sorcerer to man from the heterogeneous demons that were leaking out of various parts of his body in an attempt to hide them.

"I'm listening. Nice to meet you, Detective. I wonder if that's okay."

"Oh, no, if you call me Sassajima. Look, it's me."

"You work in a lot of offices."

I laugh when I dull, well, I think inside, although I may be suspicious to work.

"But you caught these guys a lot, didn't you? I couldn't get my tail out and grab it, so I burned my hands pretty good."

"Because we're good at makeover."

"Ha. Dear Boulder Tanuki, Horrible."

"I won't punish a good boy who doesn't do evil. On the contrary, let me reward you."

"Oh, no. Right. That was a rude way of saying it to the angel of God, I'm sorry"

"No. It's only because you're afraid, so. My son taught my child that the bad boy who plays pranks will be scolded by his servant Tanuki."

"These people, they say, can't be scolded."

"Even so," Tanuki replied with a laugh to Sassazima, pointing to the people who rolled on the ground.

Drink up a large glass of liquor and pour it fresh from the bottle.

"Do evil, it's just a mixed thing"

"Is it a mixed thing? Well, what about us, the humans who quit the human race?"

"That's a misunderstanding. This deal is troublesome because humans are mixed with bastards. If it's just one thing for each of us, there's no such thing. Half of us who can't stand together are finally standing together."

"No, no. Yeah, but I guess so. For something like us, these people are horrible and they can't help it. Still, how? And, may I ask?

"Yeah, I don't mind. Because there's nothing to it. It's just one thing at a time. You can't stand one bottle on one side, so you just have to fold one. That way, you lose support, you fall and roll, naturally, right?

People are weak.

Therefore, they try to gain strength by climbing the outer roads, etc.

Let Tanuki say it. I doubt it. It's not weak to be a person.

You're a people-loving person, laughing like trouble all the time, and that crappy, oddly sharp eye, with a scary face.

That samurai, who was very, very gentle, was enough to have severed the Great God's leg with a person's body.

The individuals are just weak when it comes to getting stronger, etc. and not being able to quit people in the end, and being half "mixed things".

People are inherently, very, very strong.

"I see. I guess that's what it is, but it's not going to be very helpful for things like me."

"Keep it in mind, I hope it will come in handy someday. It's not that hard of a reason."

"As soon as I get back, I'll keep it in my diary. But what's with all this stuff that you can help me with? Why are you doing our boss a favor again?

"I have a favor to ask. A very, very difficult request. To make it happen, I have to ask very expensive people to do me a favor. I think you should help a lot of people to do that."

"Please, is that so? I guess it's not the kind of thing that comes true so easily. If so, should there be a little more to support?"

"Exactly. Yes. If you need anything, feel free to speak up. I'll help you."

"Haha. Thank you for your kind words. Something like me doesn't seem to help."

"Don't worry, I won't ask for anything that hard in return. Exquisite, right. May my wish come true, and to the extent that you pray to God."

Laughing with the utmost pleasure, Tanuki showed her hands together in a retreating manner.

Gulfagam exhaled several eye-catching sighs with his fingers between his eyebrows.

Gulfagam, a pillar of God involved in the sea, is a relatively young God.

He was quite brilliant, but was a God who was not taken by the Mother God when he created a new world because he was vulnerable to pushing and prone to flushing, and because the long ones were hard to wind up and meet around.

I would say a typical, residual pillar.

Until now, Gulfagam has never considered his nature to be a problem.

Anyway, many residual gods suck.

Some of them seem to think that Slime is more alive after thinking about it.

Only the ones like that can be powerful, so the quality is poor.

Anyway, I'm still who I am, and it's a pain in the ass to stick around and be told anyway, and I thought it was okay to stay like this.

But.

"I didn't expect to be pushed to go to an abandoned land."

It was a disaster that was dispersed among the young, untraceable gods.

They bit the Great God of the Underwater when he went to inspect whether it was "abandoned land", now "reviewed land".

You want us to pick a representative from among ourselves and send him on an inspection first?

That's good.

Or I didn't think it mattered.

But I was surprised when I opened the lid.

They just left it to the rising tension to run their mouths, and when it came to discussing who was going, they all freaked out and knocked them down.

That's right.

No matter how much the same god, the other god is the sun god to that supreme god, the god of the other world that Ambalance brought with his head bowed.

In the first place, God and Ambalance belonging to a group of young gods are completely different in character.

If the strongest powerful of the biting gods this time is Micah, the unbalance is the sun.

You may not know exactly what that means, but it's about that difference anyway.

Such an imbalance goes to the person who lowered his head.

I see. I can't help but freak him out later.

Nevertheless, someone has to go on an inspection.

It seemed like their view that they couldn't back down later because they cut that big a deal.

I wish I could bow my head down and say, "I'm scared, so I can't," and so on, and Gulfagam watched the discussion flow.

The story rolled in an unexpected direction.

"Yes, Gulfagam. Your lord was a god who commanded close proximity to land, even in the sea."

"Oh, yeah. That means there will be more sight on land than we do"

"Then you must be able to identify the land in more detail"

"Huh. Huh!? No, no, no, no, no!

Palippi's Yang Camaj. Don't be ridiculous, I thought, etc., but it was already too late when I tried to argue.

Everyone on the spot had an air like, "That's good enough."

This sucked, I managed to try to resist, but it was for nothing.

If you're strong enough to overshadow the situation, you're not a remnant.

In the end, in the form of being pressed, Gulfagam was decided to go on an inspection.

"Huh. Why do you smell so annoying? Scary, what kind of god is Red Sheath, in the first place?"

I had never looked into a god named Red Sheath because I had never been interested at all before.

Then I thought I'd look into it now, but I don't have any handouts.

The gods who have pressed for work just seem to want to complain and have no busy information.

Angels who are good at gathering information seem to be very busy with their work, and I can feel the need to speak up.

Instead, there were fears that they wouldn't be treated the worst.

In this world, where the majority of the good gods have left, the work of angels is intense.

I just approached the detour and said "Out of the way dokebokegoraa!!!" or feel the power of being yelled at.

Of course it doesn't actually happen, but just something like that temperament makes Gulfagam creep in.

"I don't know what to do. I was wondering if someone would invite me to another pillar if this happened."

Among gods about the sea, Gulfagam hosts a relatively close proximity to land.

So there were quite a few acquaintances to the gods outside the sea.

Let's speak to one of them.

Well, who did you ask for?

Gulfagam, the god presiding over the shallow waters and tsunami, sighed with his head in his arms.

"By the way, Mr. Red Sheath, what kind of god would you hate if he came?

"I don't like it. See, there's a lot to talk about."

"Well, well, well! For example! For example!

"Uh, for example? Mm-hmm. Well, is it God of places close to land or something? Look, it's your neighbor."

"Uh, yeah. Nearby."

"Oh, and there you go. I'm scared of a tsunami god or something -. This is near the sea. I'm a Japanese god, too."

"Wow! Well, that's right -!

"Amvalence. These mochi wipes are delicious. It's got shiitake and ginkgo in it."

"No, the bottom of the water, it's too hot, isn't it?

"The truth is, what kind of god is there?

"That's it. Looks like we haven't decided yet. He's in the middle of discussing it."

"Ah. I'm in trouble."

"It is. Then, even if the measures are decided upon, they can't be detailed, can they?

I didn't know there was going to be a Dompisha God.

The red sheath at this time was completely unexpected.