The World of Otome Games is Tough For Mobs

When the defeat of old mankind darkened.

My mother's planet had an environment where people couldn't live.

The earth floated, and most of the flora and fauna disappeared.

We have fought each other's war of attrition, but still the old mankind lost to the newcomers.

Failure to adapt to sudden environmental changes is one of the causes of defeat.

The newcomers were adapting to the environment of this planet using magic and degenerating their own flesh.

Where old mankind has won, there is no longer anything to gain or anything else.

When that happens, priority needs to be given to surviving before winning or losing.

One of the laboratories of old humanity.

In the underground dock there, the construction of an immigrant ship was taking place.

The woman in charge was looking up at the grey immigrant ship with her hands in her white pocket.

The size of the giant immigrant ship is seven hundred meters.

Inside I packed as much technology as the old mankind could have.

It is definitely a high performance compared to immigration ships built everywhere.

"Yeah, my kid's the best"

On the side of the woman, who groaned satisfactorily, stood a man in white in the same way.

Hide your mouth with your fists and tell the woman after a gentle cough.

"Did you get attached?

"Oh, shouldn't I? This girl's gonna save a lot of people."

Immigration ships have been built everywhere, but none of them received satisfactory performance in rapid construction.

A great man is fleeing with us.

It is some privileged classes and their caregivers who can escape into space.

It's just - there were a lot of failures.

In some cases, they are discovered and destroyed by newcomers on their way up to space.

And in some cases, we went out into space and we had problems, and distress signals arrived.

Even if they ask for help, they can't afford that in the first place.

The only thing that really helped was some lucky old mankind.

A woman scowls her hair.

"No one's complaining right now. I'll make sure it's done."

Men are frightened.

"I just want to get it done and get out of these stars. - Koho."

A woman narrowed her eyes when she saw a man coughing even though he didn't have a cold.

"Put on your mask. There's an air purifier in this lab, but it's not completely blocking the magic."

For old mankind, magic vegetables are poison.

Men try to shrug their shoulders.

"Whatever. We need to finish it faster than that."

Immigration ship to be completed soon

The man asks the woman as she looks up at the immigration ship.

"So, have you decided on a name yet?

The woman strained her chest.

Confident...

"It's elicion in the sense of ideal home. This child will surely take mankind to its ideal place. It protects people even on the move. We are the protectors of humanity, the ideal home."

- I'd say cute, but the man was using a tablet to find out if he could register at Elysion.

A negative sound called boo can be heard from the tablet.

"It's already in use."

"Huh?"

A man coughed while hiding his mouth, and he was laughing.

"Because we're all going to figure it out. If it's okay to wear it, it could be Elysion. There's something else - utopia, arcadia."

When she heard it, the woman put her arms together and turned away.

"I don't like Arcadia. It's not their mother ship."

"It's already sunk, though."

To an angry woman, a man asked.

Sounds like you've been obsessed with this immigrant ship for a long time.

Women loosen their arms and put their hands in their pockets.

"I want this kid to help a lot of people. I want you to help people in need, not some privileged class."

"People in need, huh?"

"With the decision we made above, this star has become a mess. You think we're allowed to rough each other up, make it a star that people can't live on - and just run away?

Men look in trouble.

"That's superior criticism - is there anyone else to blame?"

Previously, a large number of people worked for the Institute.

But there are a lot fewer people now.

It's a magic vegetarian influence.

In the building.

And no matter how much air you clean, the magic vegetables get in.

Old mankind will perish just waiting.

Men exhale.

"Did you hear that? Recently, other laboratories said they created subraces adapted to magic vegetables. Looks like he's putting it on the battlefield."

The woman was also listening to the story.

And I know about other plans.

"You buy time, don't you? Some of them do coldsleep to try and sleep through the environment until it's right for humanity. Because there are so many problems, it seems that we are also looking for other methods."

Coldsleep doesn't make sense if you find it.

Also, can you maintain the equipment?

We had many problems, and research for the resurrection of old humanity was underway.

A man coughs again.

"Magic. - And research. - Go-ho."

"Look, I won't force you. I wish I was here alone, so you should rest."

A man seems sorry.

"I'll let you do that. I'm sorry. I knew I'd wear a mask."

Laughing bitterly, the man leaves the dock.

The woman approached the control panel to check the condition of the immigration vessel.

"We're almost done. Then you can travel. - Save a lot of people. That's my wish."

The woman tried to make a name for herself, typing in with Elysion - stopping her hand on the way, and striking back with Luxion.

And laugh bitterly.

"This doesn't make any sense."

He disappeared and looked up at the immigration ship.

I have to think of your name.

Then a woman suddenly started coughing up.

When I take the medicine out of my pocket, I swallow it in a hurry.

Blood mixed in the cough and the woman who seemed to suffer quickly wiped her mouth.

Wipe the blood on the operating panel.

"This will make him worry."

The woman had perceived her life expectancy approaching.

Look up at the immigration ship.

"I'm sorry. Mother, we may not be able to see you through this."

A suffering woman touches the operating panel.

"- I'm sure people will come for help, so protect them then. You are our hope - and our ideal home."

Immigrant ships that have achieved on board an environment in which mankind can live.

Exactly, in an era like this, it would be the ideal home of old humanity.

Women do their last job.

"Now we're just waiting for it to finish. - I wonder how long we can live."

The woman, whose body is getting easier, smiles, and flirts out of the dock.

◇

Then a few days later.

The two of them sitting on the couch in the break room were talking about no deflection.

What men seem to enjoy talking about is the magic stories they are studying.

"Did you hear that? People who study magic say that the human soul is reincarnated."

"Interesting story."

The blue-faced man continues to talk as he coughs.

"It seems that with magic, the soul can regain its previous memory. From the memory of his soul, he wants to revive old mankind."

"You know exactly what it's like to be pushed."

"Not at all!

And the man holds the woman's hand.

The woman also held the hand strongly, but the man's power was weakening.

"- Why aren't you wearing a mask? Even protective clothing."

"Actually, the mask is almost ineffective. Besides - I wanted to see you with my naked eye, not over my protective clothes. There's no point in surviving just me. You're the limit, too, aren't you?

A woman snorts.

"You knew."

"I used strong drugs, so I was worried I'd fall down one day. But I'm the first one to lose it."

Masks and protective clothing in the laboratory failed to completely block the magic vegetables.

Well, I can't live in protective clothing.

I also need to take it off somewhere, but the lab equipment can't get rid of the magic vegetables completely.

The man's eyelids were trembling.

"- That was earlier. When the environment of this planet is restored, and the old mankind can be revived, the soul will restore its memory."

"What?"

"- I will definitely remember you, so I want you to propose."

The woman heard the man's words and was surprised at first with her mouth open - she laughed out immediately.

"Wow, I hope you don't laugh"

"Don't expect an afterlife, propose now. - I'll take it anytime."

"That was a shame. I wasted a lot of time."

A man turns to a lying eye.

I guess I barely see it anymore.

"- I will definitely remember you again. To see you again."

A woman puts her head on a man's shoulder.

"Then propose immediately."

"Oh, be sure - never -"

Once a man breathes deeply, the woman supports the man's body.

My own eyes are getting blind.

"You've got a lot of magic in you. I wonder how many people can reach this institute? - Go right to her. - Wake her up."

Two people sitting on the couch take their breath away.

The terminal the woman had had, many times with notifications in it.

The robots gather together under the two who have stopped moving.

I sat the two likely to fall down side by side on the couch, leaving the hand I shook intact.

◇

At the same time.

Immigration ship to wake up at an underground dock.

In its central control room, artificial intelligence wakes up.

A robot, like a torso growing from the floor, informs me over and over that I started it - but there was no response from the lab.

The information coming in from the security robots said there were no survivors.

I don't even know what happened to my producer, artificial intelligence.

'I wanted to see you and give you an order, but you had no choice. Now we're on standby duty.'

Electronic sounds sound like an honest, young voice somewhere.

"Quick, we have to go to space with all of you who survived. It's my job to find new heavens and earth. We have to work hard. '

Artificial intelligence, knowing why I was born, is intent on fulfilling that task.

Was it the playfulness of the producer, how artificial intelligence like a human being.

"Quick, I wonder if the master will show up"

That's right, the artificial intelligence went on standby duty.

◇

- Then how many months would have passed.

Coming to the island, they were all descendants of newcomers.

Newcomers vandalizing their earthly facilities.

Artificial intelligence was gathering that information from among immigrant ships.

- It's them again.

No matter how long you wait, the master doesn't show up.

It is unlikely that the old mankind will survive.

I have to wait here all the time, as I am.

Somewhere, I gave up - I was having electronic audio where my childhood disappeared.

The newcomers who broke into the facilities on the ground are apparently incompetent.

Confirming the information gathered from the security robots, they're weakening.

'I just want to secure it as a sample, but I don't have that authority right now'

Days of just checking data and preparing countermeasures against newcomers.

I already knew I couldn't play my part as an immigrant ship.

"I am - does it make sense to exist?

How overlapping have you been with such a question?

The immigrant ship would continue to sleep in the laboratory's underground dock, and he wondered if it would end without anyone touching him like this, covered in plants.

I ask myself over and over again if that's okay.

Shouldn't even one ship fight newcomers?

I was beginning to think about that.

It's about that one day.

I got word from the ground.

"Are you an intruder again? The security robots on the ground seem to be at their limit, too. I've allowed you to break in many times. '

Robots on the ground who can't even do all sorts of maintenance.

Many robots are already unable to move.

"How far do we allow intrusion this time -"

With that in mind, the intruder was close to an immigrant ship managed by artificial intelligence.

"Did you use the employee's card key? Until now, newcomers have never... '

Intruder coming all the way to the underground dock.

Artificial intelligence was intriguing.

'- That's a good opportunity to find out if the new humans are weakened. As I expected, the annihilation of the new humans should also be possible. Let's gather information before we fly out of this base.'

The intruder approached the immigration ship without any other eyes.

Entering the ship and heading towards the central control room where artificial intelligence exists.

I even find it abominable.

And when the control room door opened, there stood a young man with an old rifle for a long time.

He looks nervous and pulls the trigger with a rifle in place before this one moves.

Even if the bullet hits, it won't scratch one to that extent.

"Intruders are eliminated"

When he moved, the young man laughed like he was in trouble.

"Stiff after all"

From there, the battle against the intruders began.

◇

- Artificial intelligence surprised me.

Robots carrying out control room defenses were destroyed, and newcomers who tried to get themselves - because they had genes from the old mankind.

Impossible.

Besides, Japanese was also used.

And say that this world is the world of maiden gay.

(Impossible - but interested)

Artificial intelligence asks.

'- Do you want to give me a name?

The man - Lion answers as he sits down injured.

"Well - if it was a game, it would have been called" Luxion ”"

Artificial intelligence strangely liked the name.

"Registered"

The man - Lion was laughing.

"By the way, what does Luxion mean? I think I heard it somewhere. Are you sure it's the ideal place?

To Lion, who is laughing, Luxion says.

'No. It's Elysion.'

"Is that it? Is that right?