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If you look at many returns, the world the protagonist returns to is usually flawed.

A cataclysm happens, gates open, bullets don’t work on monsters, hunters appear, and so on.

It’s a cliché that in most hunter-gatherer movies, the Earth, with its changed worldview, is waiting for the protagonist to return.

“···Just like that?”

Everything I saw after returning was familiar scenery.

A typical 12-pyeong studio apartment that is neither narrow nor spacious.

It’s been a while since I’ve had a smartphone that feels familiar in my hand.

A monitor with your favorite community turned on.

“It’s the same.”

It was exactly the same as the last scenery I saw before being transferred to another world.

“Not even a day has passed.”

Ten years have passed in this world, but not a single day has passed on Earth.

“About 10 hours···.”

One hour on Earth is one year in this world.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurd proportions.

Molkang-

‘Even if I return, the curse remains.’

The heavy feeling in my chest remained the same.

[ Receive your quest completion reward! ]

As soon as I had a rough idea of the situation, a translucent window appeared as if it had been waiting.

Since I’ve never really interacted with this before, I was at a loss for what to do.

“···Receive quest reward?”

I let out a sound, and waves of information swept through my head.

It was sudden, but I wasn’t flustered.

That’s understandable, since I’ve had this experience many times before.

‘This happened every time I destroyed an object.’

The decisive reason why I was able to become a ‘hero’ in this world.

That was because of the partial reward for the quest given each time you completed destroying an object.

“···.”

But the real reward given this time was on a different level from what I had received before.

‘Akashic Records.’

An object that records everything in the world.

It was you who sent me to another world, gave me a quest, and imparted knowledge to me.

All of this was done by the Akashic Records to prevent the destruction of the world.

‘This was the Creator’s authority.’

Permission to use everything recorded in the Akashic Records.

If we were to roughly compare this to a game, we could say that I became a ‘director’.

A being that can freely play the ‘game’ called another world?

If you just listen to the words, it seems like he’s been transformed into something close to a god.

It was very difficult to exert influence in the real world.

‘Well, this is Earth.’

All I got as a reward was the authority to the Akashic Records of this world.

In each world, there was a separate Akashic Record responsible for that world.

‘But the ways to use it are endless.’

For example, we could have actually made the SOXXON, which is scheduled to be released in XX22.

It’s set in another world 1000 years after I left.

After virtually creating the world 1000 years in the future through the Akashic Records.

If only we could create a device that would allow us to access the virtual reality created in this way.

“Yes, it is possible.”

Every gamer’s dream. A long-held wish.

I was able to achieve it with my own hands.

‘Of course, that would require a huge amount of mana.’

I didn’t have to worry too much about mana-related issues.

Because my heart was not that of a normal person.

‘Dragon Heart.’

I transplanted the heart of a dragon, one of the objects of destruction, into my body.

I now have near-infinite mana, and no longer need to cast spells.

At that moment, my heart started pounding at the thought that I could make SoXon with my own hands.

Woohoo-!

My phone vibrated and I checked the incoming text.

The text contained a demand for rent that had been forgotten for some time.

“Ah.”

Can’t we just make this fly with some magic or something?

I cast several spells with high hopes, but my meager balance did not increase.

Science is cold.

***

“Young lady, you’re really good at using your strength. Here, here’s the crew.”

“Thank you.”

I left the workplace holding the envelope of money handed to me by the team leader wearing a yellow hard hat.

The method I chose when I needed urgent money was to roll around in Nogada.

Since I had been rolling around in this world for about 9 years, I had some knowledge of rolling.

‘It was difficult to survive with just magic.’

He learned martial arts from strong knights, and his body was strong from the start thanks to the Dragon Heart.

It was the same even after she became a woman due to the Demon King’s curse.

“Wow, what’s with that girl?”

“Are you a foreigner?”

“···.”

Even wearing a mask and hat didn’t stop the nearby gossip.

Sky blue eyes and long hair. Even if cut, this hair grows back in an instant.

‘Damn you bitch.’

That crazy bitch is saying ‘I’m red so my honey should be blue’.

It was a misfortune in itself to become a woman with a unique appearance that was not commonly seen even in this world.

Unable to bear the stares and whispers of those around me any longer, I went into a nearby alley.

I went to a secluded place where there was no one, and then used teleportation magic to go home.

“First of all··· Pay the rent.”

The money I earned from going to the human resources office last week was approximately 770,000 won.

Originally, the daily wage was 100,000 won, but thanks to lookism, I was able to receive an additional 10,000 won.

‘Let’s do a mid-term check.’

The Akashic Records were like a modern-day AI.

Do this, do that, I’m busy, do it yourself, etc…

He carried out the orders given mechanically and even did his work well.

At this point, I feel like I should be eating it raw. My conscience is a little pricked though.

‘You prevented destruction.’

In the process, I became a woman, so it was a very natural recognition.

‘Wouldn’t it be better if it had substance?’

Sometimes, when I was communicating with the Akashic Records, I would find myself talking to myself.

It’s a soliloquy, but I often did it to endure the loneliness when I was first summoned to another world.

This was modern society, and the problem was that it seemed strange when people talked to themselves.

‘There’s a magic that can be used in times like this…’

Oh, that would be great.

Golem magic of the most skilled court magician in the empire.

Of course, as the royal guardian magician, he has to be skilled.

Well, I bowed my head to that dirty old man and cast the golem magic I had learned.

‘What should I do about the appearance?’

The old man was very fond of children (and this was by no means a bad taste), so most of the golems had the appearance of children.

Since I didn’t have that kind of taste, I just thought of some maids who worked in noble families’ mansions.

‘Exposure… I think it would be good to have some.’

‘Pretty, even if not as pretty as me.’

‘Because it feels like a cold AI. The basic base is expressionless and cool-dere···.’

‘Let’s make it look exotic by giving it black hair and black eyes.’

After the extremely gentlemanly work was done, I looked around the completed golem.

“···I didn’t know I had this talent.”

The skill was such that he could make them smaller and sell them as figures.

Anyway, I injected mana into the completed maid golem and put it into operation.

And I forcibly migrated the Akashic records that refused to leave my mental world.

Did it work? Fail?

This was my first time doing something like this, so I was a little nervous.

There was a brief silence like that.

After a while, the golem’s mouth opened.

“Master.”

Oh, he says.

But why are the first monumental words like that?

“···I didn’t set that up?”

“Formal greetings. User Aurora. I can confirm that you have that kind of taste.”

“I can’t deny it.”

“Ugh···.”

Suddenly, Akashic Record-chan took on a serious expression and showed contempt.

It was definitely nice to look at, but for some reason the expression on his face seemed ‘real’ and I was a little scared.

“If you make that face, I’ll wear that mask.”

“Ttakttak.”

“···?”

“Masang. A word that reduces emotional pain. It is a fad that has passed its prime. I learned that people who use fads that have passed their prime are often called ‘Tttak’. Earth’s information is very interesting. ”

what.

The Akashic Records obviously don’t contain any information about Earth.

I couldn’t understand at all where they were getting such information.

“User’s questions, confirmation. Knowledge and information related to the Earth were acquired through the user’s imaginary world and memories. ”

“Is that so?”

Until now, communication with the Akashic Records has been limited to exchanging fragments of consciousness.

When I gave this or that instruction, the Akashic Records simply conveyed their intentions as either possible or impossible.

So I didn’t know that they could communicate so actively, and I was dumbfounded.

Then suddenly, a question that had been on my mind for a long time came to mind.

“Why was it me? The one who was summoned to another world.”

Why was I summoned to another world out of a population of billions?

“Recommended by the Akashic Records of Earth.”

“Recommendation? And to the Akashic Records of Earth?”

Before I was summoned, I was just an ordinary person who loved cultural life.

If the goal was to prevent the destruction of another world, wouldn’t it have been much better for superhumans like those from special forces to go?

“I heard that you have the most knowledge and understanding of ‘other worlds’.”

“···.”

“712 other-world webtoons, total of 7,521 episodes, 1,855 other-world web novels, total of ”

“Gyaaaah!”

Screamed.

I got a headache after being hit with one of the ultimate techniques from the Akashic Records.

Knock knock-

As I collapsed onto the bed, the Akashic Records tapped my cheek with its finger.

“···I’m alive.”

“Thank goodness.”

I opened my eyes dimly while lying down and spoke softly.

“Calling it Akashic Record is too long, how about shortening it to Aka-chan?”

Silence fell.

“Die.”