Back to the Lower Layer

The work on the Enchantment of the Fallen layer was finished.

What “finished” meant here was that the work of cleaning up the vacancy of the mental parasite, called the false gods, was done for the time being.

Of course, the existing layer’s logistics, economic status, capital circulation, material management, and self-sufficient structure were all centered around fanatics, so a major overhaul was needed.

It wasn’t that I was smart enough to fix this, but rather that I could create a framework by imitating the various events, political systems, and economic structures that occurred on Earth in my first life, and then Theresa would issue administrative orders to create an ideal structure as similar as possible to that.

In the case of the budget, I could take out some from my personal wallet.

Still, it would require a considerable amount of money.

But I have an awful lot of money.

The equity premium that the Saya Guild put in.

The overall profit from operating the lower layer as the Grand Governor of the lower layer.

On top of that, the money coming from the Arbentaine Family of the Ruincrest layer was also considerable.

For reference, my full name is still “Alice Arbentaine.”

I thought that when I left, Jess, who became the head of the Arbentaine Family, would disown me, but she didn’t disown me and still kept me as her adopted daughter.

Even now, I sometimes get texts on my smartwatch.

Like, the roses in the garden looked nice today, so she wished I would come and see them.

Or that Taylor missed me a lot. That she was studying and training hard these days to become an Overseer like me, so please come and visit.

She also told me to come over for a vacation, saying that it would be good to get an Academy diploma…

There hasn’t been any contact for a while! Is something wrong?

Nothing’s wrong, is it? You always replied within four hours at the latest.

Alice, Alice. I know being an Overseer is hard work. Are you okay?

Did something really happen? So much that you can’t reply?

Alice, Alice. If you don’t reply this time, I’ll assume something has happened.

I can’t let this happen, I’m going to lead my private soldiers directly…!

“This is insane.”

Oh dear, Mother.

No, no.

My adoptive mother seems to be very worried.

I didn’t realize it when I was actually there, but it seems like she got the position of head of the family thanks to me, so her desire to repay my kindness is overflowing.

Thanks to replying to Jess without being late, the event of her leading her private soldiers to find me didn’t happen, but these people still haven’t forgotten me.

Well, I’ve been caught up in this and that in the Enchantment of the Fallen layer, so I couldn’t reply properly, but now I have to reply regularly.

Honestly, the only things I personally used money for were buying oil beer or replacing parts with good ones, but now there’s no need to replace parts. At best, I’ll only spend money on eating delicious food, so there was enough money to use for managing the layer itself.

But it’s strange.

I couldn’t have been a president or a politician in my first life, but this is coming out of my head so easily.

Ah, is it possible that customs or memories from my Demon King days, not my first life, are subtly left in this body?

Come to think of it, paperwork involving administrative approvals seems to be much easier than before…

Anyway, after the work in the Enchantment of the Fallen layer was finished, I went down to the lower layer with Marlang and Sira.

Oriana abandoned her mission and everything else to meet me, so she’s going back to clean up the mess.

Yes, yes.

People should be responsible for their own work.

I decided to pretend I didn’t hear her say things like she wanted to go with me or die for me.

Ugh, scary.

Even if I suddenly heard such a thing, how could I kill Oriana?

Even if it were true, I couldn’t kill her.

The old days are the old days, and it’s a fact that Oriana helped me and saved me.

And the management of the Enchantment of the Fallen layer… I entrusted it to that goddess of the scythe and hammer.

That false god who claimed to be a former goddess of blood and war.

I don’t know if the blood and war stuff is real or fake, but at least she communicates very well and has reason compared to the other mental parasite false gods in that layer.

On top of that, she comprehensively understands human society and culture. Her intelligence doesn’t seem low at all, so she can be considered a so-called anthropomorphic god, so I could entrust her with managing the layer itself.

In addition, the red ideology of the Enchantment of the Fallen, Ruincrest, and the lower layer are all concentrated on that goddess, so she won’t get beaten to death somewhere.

But why trust her with that?

No matter what, the center of the red ideology is me.

I don’t know who it is, but that Übermensch or whatever is the most subjective center of the red ideology, and that center is me.

It’s an ideology that can’t be established without me, so even if that red goddess of the scythe and hammer harbors rebellious intentions, she can’t stand up to me.

And what if she does stand up to me?

Even when I was a tin can half-and-half-a-lot body, I suppressed that goddess with one tentacle and almost annihilated her, so if I, who have regained my Demon King-era body, were to face that goddess who was really determined to resist, I could suppress her without difficulty.

Anyway, and so I, Sira, Marlang… ah, and the executioner gentlemen who had become the appearance of 140-150 year old girls, were on the layer elevator heading to the lower layer.

“Wow! Mister! Cute!”

“Le-let go. Let go! I’m getting dizzy!”

Sira was two years old, but due to the characteristics of the layer, her body had grown rapidly and she was in the body of a mature woman in her late 20s.

With that body, the small body of the executioner gentleman was lifted up very easily and lightly.

“Mister, you’re cute! Cute! Be my baby!”

“Th-that…!”

Perhaps the words “be my baby” from Sira’s mouth felt strangely to him, the face of the executioner who was held by Sira stiffened.

Sira was just laughing and giggling because she thought the gentlemen who had turned into girls were cute, and next to her, Marlang was following Sira and lifting up three executioners and juggling them.

“Sto-op it!”

“I’m-dizzy!”

“Stop-my-my body-can’t be controlled!”

“Kkyahh!”

“Huh, who made that sound!?”

“It wasn’t-my intention…Kyaat!”

“Dip! Dip!”

Was it a total of 48 people?

No, 50 people?

Anyway, the other executioner gentlemen who weren’t becoming toys for Sira and Marlang were trembling in the corner of the elevator with fear-filled eyes.

For reference, it’s not an exaggeration to say that I have all the control over the executioner gentlemen.

Including physical control, weapon control, equipment control, and cerebral control.

For reference, the weapons and equipment are currently turned OFF, so it’s not strange that those gentlemen who have become girls are becoming toys for Marlang and Sira.

“H-hii…!”

“Hiiiik!”

“N-nooo…!”

“Wh-who made such a girly sound?”

“You too!”

Wow, cute.

I lifted up the executioner gentleman who was fidgeting next to me.

“Ue?”

Wow, the voice he unconsciously makes is really…

“A-Alice Overseer…why suddenly…ub?”

His cheeks are so soft.

I made him, but he’s too perfect.

He’s like a stretchy rice cake… ah, I used a lot of my and Marlang’s body base, so does that mean the inside of his thighs are weak too?

“Hick!?”

I lowered my hand, which was stretching his soft cheeks, and touched his soft thigh.

“Ugh…! Ugh ugh…!”

“Where should I try?”

The executioner gentleman’s eyes twitched greatly.

I grinned.

For reference, the executioner gentlemen are all wearing the suits I provided right now.

It’s a suit that clings to the body, so the outline of the skin is revealed as it is, and the external touch is 100 percent felt.

I gently fondled his thigh for a while, then swept up along the thigh line as if sweeping the floor with a broom.

“Hheeeeeeuuuup!!!”

Oh, the reaction.

Wow.

Hmm.

Sorry.

I’m sorry. Did I make the body too sensitive…?

Looking back, this is too sensitive.

Well, a sensitivity of 3,000 times isn’t something you can easily endure.

【A sensitivity of 3,000 times will kill a person. Human.】

‘Oh, you’re calling me human again?’

【I can’t call someone who does this a Demon King. Human.】

Somehow, Theresa’s voice seems full of contempt.

Hmm, thrilling.

The executioner gentleman… no, the executioner girl was panting with watery eyes.

Still, I’m satisfied.

I stroked the head of the executioner girl, who was limp on my lap, with satisfaction.

And Sira and Marlang were staring at me.

When I touched her thigh and sent one child away, their eyes sparkled.

Then Marlang and Sira turned their gazes to the other executioner gentlemen. No, to the girls.

Stretching their mouths long enough to be ominous.

“H-hii, hii, hii…!”

“W-we’re in such a miserable state…”

“Wh-why meee…!”

While having a good time in the layer elevator, we were able to arrive at the lower layer.

“Wow! Stuffy air!”

It’s been a while since I’ve returned to the lower layer, and there’s so much dust in the air!

I missed it!

Actually, I didn’t miss it!

And 90% of the Ark was all dusty and stuffy air!

“I need to change this too…”

【The air?】

“Yeah! The air! We can’t rely on outdated air purifiers forever, can we?”

【…Are you planning to go outside or something?】

“That’s a good idea. Destroy all the calamities to create a world where humanity isn’t in danger, and then everyone can go out and live outside instead of this Ark!”

In the case of the Satellite City Zain, in addition to Sohi and the Saya Guild, everyone residing there is at least a C-class Awakened.

Even if that weren’t the case, they were combat personnel covered in mega corp equipment, so it wouldn’t be impossible for them to protect themselves.

Therefore, in order for the vast majority of ordinary people to live outside the Ark, all dangerous elements had to disappear, or at least those dangerous elements had to be within the scope of control.

“Okay! I’ve regained my Demon King body, so let’s live with the goal of liberating the Ark next!”

【You haven’t completely regained it.】

“Huh? Ah…that’s right. You said my original body is in the central administration, right?”

【It is estimated that the human’s current body produces less than half the output of its heyday. It can be seen as strong just with that, but the data of the beings called calamities cannot be ignored.】

Indeed, it was said that if even one calamity went wrong, the entire Ark could be destroyed.

Until now, the administrators have been doing a good job, and the Overseers have been sacrificing themselves without hesitation, so they’ve been blocking it well, but there’s always the possibility that this could be breached.

Right now, haven’t we made the judgment that we can’t win against the True Ancestor and are essentially surrendering in the name of negotiation?

Ah, that mosquito bastard True Ancestor.

What kind of honey did I put on myself that he’s drooling over me so much?

It’s not like he’s just visiting, he’s even telling the administrator to hand me over, so is he really that unusual?

“Welcome. Alice.”

[[[[[[Welcome.]]]]]]

When I got off the elevator, 50 doll girls greeted me with disciplined postures.

They are reliable children who have been protecting the lower layer while I was away.

“Sabrina is out in the field to manage the Labor Party Members. Would you like to go?”

“Huh? No. Tell her not to bother because of me. Don’t work too hard, just slack off appropriately. Got it?”

“Yes, I understand.”

In the past, they were completely stiff robot dolls, but thanks to receiving some authority, including free will, from me, they’ve been self-modifying and learning on their own, and now they’re showing off their individual personalities with sparkling eyes.

Still, what doesn’t change is the way they look at me.

“…Ugh…”

“Hii. Hii. Hii…”

“Th-this is the lower layeer…”

At that time, the executioner gentlemen appeared from behind the elevator, leading their tired bodies, and the dolls’ faces were all filled with shock.

“…!”

The 50 doll girls stared at the executioner gentlemen for a long time for some reason, and then one doll girl, who seemed to be the leader, approached me.

“Alice Grand Governor.”

“Huh?”

“Are you going to abandon us?”

“What.”

“We are more capable. We are stronger. We have served you longer. We are more…”

Wow, they’re jealous now?

How cute.