The Other Side of the Last Boss

Hmm.

I don't want to do anything.

I don't want to work.

No, I don't work originally.

Pancake scary. Pasta scary.

There is no damage to the flesh, but the spirit was sharpened.

The day after the school festival is naturally closed.

But these last few days are going to pull a tail.

I can't help but gobble up in bed.

I get up and wander around the Dark Temple.

Dark Temple.

Huge facility in subspace.

There are many subspaces in this world.

The size of the subspace varies.

This subspace, where there is the Temple of Darkness, will be greater.

For some reason the light plugs in, and at night.

I don't know what these spaces are, but it is possible to create them temporarily by magic.

Most of all, it's a mystery how it's perpetuated.

Much of the supertechnology of the mythical age is beyond our grasp.

To officially come here, we need to go through the caves that only emerge while the Demon King is gone and creep through the transfer gates.

It's called the Metastatic Gate, but it's not really just the Gate.

Doors, cave exits, tips up stairs, etc.

It's not strange how things change before and after than metastasis.

Something like that happens from day to night, from mid-summer to mid-winter.

Once you arrive, you can travel with a metastasis, but the metastasis technique is not normal.

Metastases across subspace require advanced metastases.

It cannot be used in humans at present.

I don't know if I will be able to use it if I tell you.

The weather in the Dark Temple tends to be cloudy.

It also thunders in vain.

Like every day.

Something dark and evil is going on.

Meanwhile, we also need a meal.

You don't have to eat it for a while, and you don't get fat after eating all the cancer.

It is only useless to eat too much, so it is necessary to dissipate in exercise and so on.

The weather is bad near the Temple of Darkness, so there is a large farm a little away.

If the weather isn't nice, it's hard to grow crops.

Rice, not to mention wheat, cultivation of various vegetables.

In addition, he also ran livestock production.

It's too big for 15000 bodies of food.

I was producing quite a bit extra.

I somehow move to the farm.

"This is Master Ashtar. Welcome aboard."

Famre, the head of the fifteenth legion in charge of agriculture, lowered his head.

He looks like a relaxed grandfather.

The Evil Gods are reborn at a certain age.

Famre may be about to be reborn.

"As always, don't be a sperm."

"Food security is fundamental to defense."

Famre sits on the earth, saying:

You look old, but you're not losing your status figures.

So, of course, you're stronger than you are the Legion Leader.

You shouldn't even have to say such a line to move slowly.

But when I actually get old, they kind of want to say it.

I'll keep the same body the whole time. I don't know.

"Defense hey......"

I snapped my neck.

It is an institution where no one comes in the first place.

What to protect from.

"Let's say, for example, hundreds of thousands of enemies gathered outside the cave, and we decided to hustle here."

"Ugh."

I ask intriguing.

"It's reckless to go outside. Then we will place traps and soldiers in the cave and launch guerrilla warfare. What you need is food at that time. We need to make enough food for a long time."

"Still, I feel like I'm making too much."

"We sell some of them to humans so they don't find out"

Recently, we started spending human money.

There is no doubt that some refill is needed.

We can all have guts if we have extra.

I don't have an appetite right now.

If you work out seriously, you'll eat a lot for that.

Around there is no different from humans.

Sportsmen sometimes eat many times more than the average person.

"As long as it is a strong instruction from Master Eurias"

"Oh. You were loud for food, Grandpa."

He does everything perfectly, but there seems to be a strong commitment to this matter.

He went to the building where the crystal tower was the other day.

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

I give a short reply.

Soldiers of the ancient Urug Empire - Aircraft Class A.

And a mysterious dragon clan. We named ourselves Demon Dragon Species.

Because I found similarities with the signs of the Demon clan.

"I guess I had something to think about. Then they reconfirmed the stockpile."

"Hmm."

I have a little idea.

What is that facility?

Sometimes soldiers suddenly come out more than they know why they exist.

There's no way that could have happened all of a sudden, even though it hadn't been for thousands of years.

You can usually think of it that way.

But I was also released from a thousand years of curse the other day.

There may be days like that one day.

Well, I leave that area to Grandpa.

I lay around and sunbathed.