The fort, which was surrounded by steep rocky terrain, was a unique castle that could be called a strange rock castle. The part where the rock was dug out and the part where it was built with wood were mixed together. It looked as if the tower was completely inside the rock.
　A man on top of a tower that looked like a watchtower suddenly appeared and looked at us with wide eyes. A sturdy gate, made of hard oak wood, rose in front of the fort, blocking our entry, but

Hmph!

　.........The gate, which was supposed to be sturdy, was easily blown off by a single orthodox fist thrust from uncle Takeru.

''Can't we go a little smarter like this?''
"If you're a man, you go through the front door. Otherwise, it's the wrong way!

　It's easy to understand or what........ Well, it doesn't matter, since we're going to crush them anyway.

The enemy attack!　Enemy attack...!

　The guard at the tower rings the bell with a mallet. On cue, black-clad masked men jumped out from all over the fort.
　Mu?　It's the same Kyogeki-style mask, but the shading is gold. Maybe he's an executive in Crow?

Well, I don't care.

　He pulls out his sword gun Brunhild and shoots out of the one he sees. Paralyzing bullets, of course.
　Uncle Takeru and Ende also jump into the masked men and blow them all up together.
　I could target-lock them and put them away, but that might miss the guys who aren't wearing masks or something, and it doesn't seem to help Ende's training, so I decide to steadily exterminate them.

'Send out the Iron Machine Soldiers!

　Hmm?　A large magic circle appeared on the ground on both sides, and two shiny, shiny, iron-skinned soldiers came into view. This is definitely the work of the Goldian Society.
　The next second, they were blown into pieces on the rock wall. Huh?
　Reflexively, he looked at the other Iron Machine Soldier and saw only his uncle Wuliu with his fist raised to the heavens.
　He turned his gaze upwards. The iron machine soldier shot up high in the sky looked small.
　As it was, it fell cruelly to the earth and shattered into pieces. Nanmu.

''........Seeing that kind of thing makes me lose my confidence.......''

　Ende blurted out. I understand. I've always felt the same way when I've played with Morobane's sister. It's a mistake to compare them in the first place.

''It's a monster!
Run! Run!

　What a waste. I've put 【Prison】 over a wide area beforehand, so I can't escape from here. Oh, no, it's so thin that an iron machine soldier might be able to get through, though.
　It's easy to find out when it's breached, though, so we'll just have to re-stretch it again.

Oops.

　I ducked the slash of the dagger that was suddenly unleashed from behind, spinning my body around. I didn't feel any signs of life until the very last minute.
　When I turned around, a man in a pitch black mask was standing with a dagger in both hands. Like the other guys, I could smell even darker blood from this guy's presence. It was definitely that of someone who made a living at assassination.

''Let me guess, you're the head of the 'Claw'?'''
How..... A shadow living in the darkness of Euron...
Oh.

　The leader of the group, who spoke out in a good manner, struck a blow from Ende on the side of his body and blew off to the side in a "ku" shape.

You.........
'Huh?　Were you going to listen to the whole thing?
No, I was going to shoot him on the way out.
So it's not a problem.

　It's not a problem. It's kind of unexplainable, but oh well.
　I take a paralyzing bullet at the head of 'Claw' who is holding his side and writhing in agony. When he was unable to move, he pulled off his mask and the face of a man in his forties with no distinguishing features came out.
　He looks like an old man from everywhere, but maybe assassins are less conspicuous with this type of man.

''I'm sorry, but all of your plans are for naught. If you really cared about Euron, you should have changed your dagger to a hoe.''

　I don't know if it's frustration or pain, but I leave the head honcho glaring at me with a twisted face and head into the fort.
　As I mercilessly beat down the attacking bastards, I found a transition magic circle to the underground.
　This hideaway was originally built by the [Golden Society Gordian] who were trying to build the magical empire Magia Imperium. These parts of magic technology are hidden in the key areas of the fort.
　I left the ground to the two of them and let the magic power flow into the magic circle and moved underground.
　It's a large stalactite cave, with wood, metal and other miscellaneous materials that give it the appearance of a hangar. With a quick glance, it was clear that there were various objects that had been built with technology from the underworld.
　There's also an iron mechanic that seems to be under assembly. There was no doubt about it. This is the production plant. Most of the completed iron machine soldiers may have been sent to the battlefield, though, and all that's left are unfinished items.
　I'm not sure if they are the guards here or not, but about ten men wearing 'claw' masks come over and draw their swords from their hips.

''Disturb.''
Ugh!
Oh, shit!

　I would immediately neutralize them with Brunhild. My attention was more focused on the raggedly dressed prisoner-like men standing around the ironmongers than the men with swords drawn.
　They didn't wear masks. I was certain that they were not part of the 'Claw'. Not only because they didn't wear masks, but most of all because they had the 'collar of enslavement' around their necks.
　An old man walked towards us from among those men. He was probably over sixty. His white beard was all grown out and he wore small round nose glasses. He was a little wobbly, but I could sense a certain amount of willpower in his eyes behind the glasses.

'Watashi, anata, ni, shita gau. Koros, sinai de.

　An old man speaks to me in gestures and one-worded words. I knew they were from the underworld.
　But he says, "Koros, sinaide". Well, that's what happens if you fire a gun in front of him.

"[Translations]

　I will cast a translation spell on all the men in front of me. They should now be able to understand the language.

'Are you the Golem Engineers?
"!　Can you understand a word I'm saying? Yes, we are Golemsmiths. We were on our way to deliver a golem to the Mage King of Isengard when we wandered into a strange land. We were captured by these masked men, and they put this collar on us...!

　Delivered to the Mage King...?　If you don't know that the Mage King of Isengard isn't already here, did he wander into our world before that?

'We'll hear more about it later. How many people in total were brought in?
'At first there were eighteen of us, but now there are only fifteen here. Three of them were killed when they were captured. Hey, son, where are we?　A language I've never heard of and magical technology, it's like being lost in another world...

　That's true in fact, but let's put it behind us for now.
　I took off the "enslavement collar" of everyone who was a castaway and set them free. Some of them must have had a hard time, and are happy to see that the collar is gone.

'We'll transition from here for now. Do you have anything to take with you or anything else?
I'm sorry, can you give me a minute?

　The old man dug underneath the feet of the ironworker who was being assembled and dug up something that looked like a card from the ground.

'What's that?'
It's my personal storage card. I couldn't let them take this one away from me. I've been hiding it for years.

　He's a very shrewd old man. Well, he's not very old, is he?
　Well, first of all, let's take him to engineer Elka, who is also a resident of the underworld and a Golem engineer.
　I connect the [Gate] to the top of the rocky area where Engineer Elka and Dr. Babylon are.
　The two of us who were looking at the battlefield turned to look at us as we slithered in and out, and Engineer Elka opened his eyes and pointed at the old man.

'Huh?　A professor...
A girl who is the Restoration Queen.

　They both point at each other, then are speechless.

'Do you know each other?'
Yeah, yeah. In our world, they're famous Golem Engineers. The Golem Engineers who were held captive by...
Yeah, yeah. These people.
'Young lady, what the hell is going on here?　We don't understand it at all, though. To begin with, where am I?
Well, I don't know where to start...

　At any rate, if they knew each other, they would be quicker to talk. I left them in charge of the Erca engineers and decided to head back to the fort.
　The fort was almost completely overrun by my uncle Takeru and Ende, and "Claw" fighters were lying all over the place. I'm going to transfer those guys from one to another to the Horn prison.
　I'll have to send every one of them there. It's just like a weed, if you leave the roots on the ground, they will grow back.
　After confirming that none of the humans were present in [Search], we went out of the gate.
　It seems that my uncle Takeru is going to do the final touches.

''Listen. The chi is also full of nature. The air, the air from the air, the air from the earth, the air from the sun, etc., are all of them. By accepting them and kneading them, you can make the power of nature your own. If we can control it properly...

　Uncle Wushu's hands were wavering as if collecting something in front of him.
　Soon, a large mass of something different from magic power, something big enough to gather in front of the uncle's eyes visually, was gathered in front of him.
　The fluctuation was as big as a balance ball, so big that he could feel the chattering atmosphere trembling on his skin.

''Hah!''

　With a spirited effort, that wavering mass is shot out of my uncle Takeru.
　In the next moment, a huge impact hit us with a loud noise. It was as if a bomb had exploded at close range.
　When the dust clouds cleared, there was no sign of the fort. There was only a gutted wasteland, and the rocky mountain behind the fort had been blown away.
　Furthermore, the rocks and mountains beyond were gouged out and flown away, just like the charged particle cannon modus operandi unleashed by an advanced breed of Freys. It is a ridiculously powerful weapon.
　How is it possible for a human being to do such a thing without using magic or divine power?
　The factory in the basement was also blown up, and the hiding place of "Clough" disappeared from this world.

''How can I say.......I don't have enough training....
'No, I think that's the kind of thing you shouldn't be setting an example of...'

　Ende's dumbfounded muttering, and I blurted it back out as I looked at the erased rock pile.




　Every single member of the "Claw" was handed over to the Horn Kingdom, and the Iron Guard and Wood Golem unit was destroyed. This is where the ambition to take over the Horn Kingdom is crushed.
　The leaders and executives of the Crow are publicly executed. The rest will be sent to the mine for life. They will never tread the soil of the outside world again.
　A few days later, the Horne Kingdom has a new king on the throne. Quo Da Horn. He is one year old.
　At the same time, Schwein Adante, the Prime Minister of the Horn Kingdom, announced his resignation. He nominated his brother, Ganossa da Horn, to be his next Prime Minister.
　So his uncle was to take over as regent of his nephew's government. It might be the safest way to go.
　The Horne Kingdom decided to break away from the state of isolation and send its young people to other countries to study first.
　These young people will bring back the wonderful culture and customs of other countries, and the Horne Kingdom will evolve in a new way.
　I hope that we won't become like our neighbouring country, Euron, which was empty inside, pursuing only the glories of the past.
　I think it's fine to be proud of the past. However, if that's all we do, we're no better than a stupid son who's trying to show off his parent's greatness.
　Let's believe that there are young people in Euron who are looking to the future.
　Now, about the rescued Golem engineers.
　In the beginning, all of them, with the exception of one, were engineers working at the "Factory" in Isengard.
　The Factory, an important national facility, was naturally headed by the King.
　However, the king of Isengard, the Mage King, has already died. Furthermore, with the disappearance of the Mage King, Isengard has become a country without a leader, and it seems that chaos continues to ensue.
　Most of the engineers replied that they still wanted to go home, even though I firmly told them that, so I sent them back to Isengard at the 'dimensional gate'.
　Most of them had families on the other side, so it was not hard to understand how they felt.
　However, they were already assumed to be dead and had lost their jobs, and it was possible that they were thought to have embezzled 3,000 war machine soldiers, the Soldat. It's dangerous to stay in Isengard.
　 He's a skilled engineer. There's no way not to accept him.
　By now, he should be on his way to the Galdio Empire with his family.
　So, the problem is the remaining ones.

"And that old man........the professor?　What do you mean?
She wants to travel around the world. He said he wanted to see a lot of countries.

　Engineer Erca frowns as he plays with the straw in his mouth. The ice from the orange juice on the table made a clang.

'Aren't you in danger?　An old man traveling alone....
Before I left the country, I built a simple soldat in a dwarven workshop. It seems that he had the G-Cube and the Q-Crystal in his possession. At first glance, it just looks like five knights in shining armor. It would be great as an escort.

　Have you built a golem in such a short period of time?　Even though it's not the ancient aircraft "Legacy", as expected of a Golem engineer who is one of the top five in the underworld.

I'm sure you'll be able to help me with a lot of things. I'm not going to be the only one. I've heard they've been forcing me to be an ironmonger for a long time, so maybe that's what's been on my mind.

　Hmm. I don't think it's traumatic for him to have built a soldat, though. Well, maybe he just wants to be away from machines for a while.

Hey, Collar!　Recess is over!　Come on and help me!
Yeah. Monica-chan, you're so strict...

　We were having tea at a table in the corner of the "hangar" when Monica, the maintenance chief, shouted at us.
　Behind her, a black and red overgear sat waiting to be overhauled to inspect the damage caused by the battle.
　While grumbling, Engineer Elka accompanied Fenrir to the bottom of the overgear.
　Just as I got up from my seat to take a break too, I received a call on my phone. Huh?　Unusual. From God.

'Yes, hello.'
Oh, Fuyao-kun, right? I need to talk to you about something. Can you come over here?

　I don't have any plans after this. I told him it was okay and hung up. What's the story?
　Anyway, we should go there. Well, I should stop by the kitchen and pick up some souvenirs before that. It's not a good idea to go empty-handed.
　As I recall, they have some yokan made by the head cook, Claire-san. If she hasn't been eaten by Hanakoi, they're still around. I'll take that with me.
　Fortunately, I escaped Hanakoi's attack and took the yokan with me to the divine world.
　A sea of clouds and a four-and-a-half-mat room with no ceiling or walls greeted me as always.

Good day. This is a gift for you. Yokan.
Sorry about that. I'll just go grab a cup of tea.

　God took a knife and plate out of the watermaker and served it with tea. 'Tea and yokan are the strongest combination.

'So, what's the story?'
Yeah. Three days.
Yes?

　God opened his mouth as he cut up the yokan on the plate with a small fork.
　Three days later?　What?

What's three days later?
It is the due date for the two worlds to come together. In three days, you will come and go and those two worlds will be one, and we will leave the gods alone.
Oh, shit.

　I shouted out. I'd heard that he didn't know when it would be, but isn't it too fast?　
　If possible, I would have liked to get into the Two World Congress before that, but.... No, from a way of thinking, this is more convenient. We'll be confronted with the reality of the situation without saying whether or not it's existent. There's no chance that people will think we're talking nonsense. The kings of the Undercover World will take us seriously.

It's true that it's a bit of a rush, but there's nothing we can do about it. Normally, the god of destruction would have already taken care of this world, and it's so unstable that it's hard to predict.
Yes......... Three days later, right?

　How far would we be able to cope in that many days?

'What do you mean by a natural disaster?'
That's possible. But you are the Spirit King. But you're the Spirit King. The smallest earthquakes will last for a long time, but I think the world will fuse together peacefully. It will only distort the topographical map a little.

　I think it's outrageous enough to warp the terrain, but apparently it's not going to be a catastrophe. I'm more afraid of people's panic.

Then the two worlds will be out of my control. For the last time, I will unify the language of the two worlds as a miracle of God. As a miracle of God, I will unify the language of the two worlds, but only if they are recognized as the same from the beginning.

　Only those who have travelled between the two worlds will understand the miracle. You are casting a translation spell on the people of the whole world. The scale is too big.
　I may not be able to do it either, but it would probably take more than a week just to do a target lock.

'I mean, are you sure?　Shouldn't you be interfering in the lower realms with the power of God?
Normally, that's not good. Well, the evil gods are also involved, and since it's the last minute, it's a kind of foul technique that can be done. Leaving the hands of the gods means that they are no longer in charge.

　It's like a book that used to be in the library, but was thrown away because it had a problem. It's not the library's property anymore. It's not the library's responsibility to manage it. The only thing left to decide is who will pick up the books.

Now it's your job to take it from here. "Now it's your job to get rid of the evil spirits from your new world, and your new world will survive. Then the world will continue to exist. The God of Destruction will not complain.
It's a tricky one...
Normally, you are my family and they are gods of failure. They have no chance of defeating you. That's because evil gods are wise. It's not always the case that they'll try to get you in the wrong way. Be very careful.
Yes, sir.

　Huh?　Is this a handover?　The image of a new employee taking over a job from a veteran employee who was leaving came to mind.

I thought to myself, "Seven people have come down to support you. I'm sure that's not something that happens often.
No, those guys are more of a support group, they're just on vacation, but...

　The god of love, the god of sword, the god of agriculture, the god of hunting, the god of music, the god of wine and the god of warfare are all here like the seven gods of good fortune, but it's difficult to say whether they can support you properly.

It's not a good idea," he said, "but it's also a vacation for us. It's just a matter of time. When you're in charge of the world, it may well become a resort for the gods.

　I'm not so sure about that either. I'm sure there's a better world out there in a resort. Well, that's only after we do something about the evil gods.
　We need to talk to the spirits first, and then we need to contact the national representatives. We don't know what's going to happen from here. We have to brace ourselves.
　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.




　And then three days later.

　I'm not going to be able to get out of this world that has become one, but a country has disappeared.