Countless beams of light spewed out from the dimensional gate, and what appeared in a flash were groups of steel warships.
There were round, square, cylindrical, small boats, huge airships, and all sorts of gigantic ships. Most of them were metal battleships, but there were also some strange-looking gigantic creatures.
"Who's calling for an airship fleet … Something's wrong with this scene!"
I rubbed the corner of my eyes, unable to believe what I was seeing. I could clearly see humanoid black dots within the battleships.
"Individual transmigration? A magical girl with a magical staff? I think I need some 58-point all-purpose medicine … System, exchange for two bottles of sorghum liquor for me first. Also, is there anything you'd like to say? "
[… The world is huge.]
I was rendered speechless. This was doubtlessly useless. Once a sealed dimensional door was opened, who knew what was outside? Of course the world was huge.
However, the battle in the sky hadn't ended yet.
Thanks to the Star Devourer Demon God's tremendous size, it was likely that anyone could see this battle.
The gigantic planet creature was still unable to directly fight against the torrent of light created by the battleships.
From the moment that the gigantic airship fleet appeared, it unhesitatingly turned around and ran. But judging from how well the chaotic allied airship fleet was able to do so, perhaps this wasn't the first time.
What I cared about the most were the stats of some of the airships.
"Isn't that a Gundam? Although it's obviously a shrunken version — ah, it was destroyed — there's actually someone inside? That's not a gigantic robot, but a spacesuit that looks like a Gundam? Why does that saucer-shaped airship look so familiar? Is it the Enterprise? … It seems that I've met someone from the same world. "
Aichy had been sealed off for so many years. Occasionally, powerful individuals would find a way to leave by themselves, but I'd never heard of anyone from the outside successfully entering Aichy. Were there really no outsiders here?
Not necessarily.
I, Roland, was a transmigrator with memories from my previous world. And if I remembered correctly, these airships with stats were all from famous sci-fi movies and anime back in the day.
Rather than saying that some world just happened to develop from movies and anime, I was more convinced that those nerdy shut-in airship engineers who flew into space used a different method to continue their favorite culture. It was just like playing with plastic figurines until they were one-to-one, or playing with real Gundams that were several buildings tall. If that was the case, there was only one possibility …
"… It hasn't even been a hundred years, and Earth has actually developed to such an extent."
Now that I think about it, this seems to be unexpected but reasonable. When I left, I remember that it was the year 201X. At that time, space technology had already landed in the sky and explored the endless universe.
Based on the speed of technological advancement back then, given another four hundred years and twenty generations of development, it was entirely possible for them to develop into the space battleship Yamato by the year 24XX … provided that everyone didn't get too excited and end up fighting over nuclear wastelands and trash.
Judging from the fact that more than half of the fleet was designed in the style of my homeworld and was designed in typical human styles, it was highly likely that my homeworld, Earth, wasn't far away from Aichy.
[… This is really …]
My System was rendered speechless. I had considered this possibility before, but even the Goddess of Order wasn't sure when I would arrive in this world. If I didn't open the Dimensional Door, I wouldn't even know how far away Earth was from Aichy.
Since they only came here after receiving Roland's request for reinforcements, then I more or less knew what had happened.
If there was light, then there would be darkness. If there were bandits, then there would be police. If there were wolves, then there would be sheep … No, I didn't say it was the opposite. In this day and age, sheep were far more powerful than wolves. A wolf eating sheep had long since become an Epic Quest. A certain undying super wolf wouldn't be able to complete it even after several thousand episodes.
Cough, I was thinking that although Roland's thoughts were quite mechanical, his mechanical logic was completely based on theory and possibility. Since there were so many hungry "hunters" out there, then perhaps there would be "hunters" who would manage and fight against these wild beasts … Since this was the most likely way to save the world, then I might as well carry it out.
"With so many coming, it's possible that Roland self-destructed because he was outnumbered. For Gods, the physical body is power, and power is will. A God's shard of light might be the best way to ask for reinforcements in this world …"
I felt that my guess was correct, but my System rejected it with an abnormally heavy tone.
[That's impossible. Actually, I already knew how Roland died half a month ago. I didn't tell you because it was rather embarrassing …]
Embarrassing? He valiantly blocked the Dimensional Door and faced countless gigantic Gods and monsters. He valiantly fought until the very last moment, and even self-destructed to send a distress signal. How could that be embarrassing? Even I had changed my opinion of Roland.
[No, there shouldn't have been any fighting. You should know that Roland is an Order God, a pure God of faith. And the area outside the Dimensional Door isn't within the service area of the power of faith …]
"Ah?"
I thought about this for a moment before coming to a realization.
"Roland rushed out, but before he even met any enemies, he discovered that … he had no signal?"
[…]
Although there was silence, this was doubtlessly a type of tacit agreement. From a certain standpoint, this was indeed rather … foolish.
"… Although Roland was an enemy in the past, I feel that his act of asking for help will leave behind a glorious legacy in history. Perhaps he'll even become a hero who saves the world, becoming the idol of worship for future generations … For the sake of the entire Aichy's reputation, let's pretend that we don't know anything at this time."
I could already imagine how awkward Roland must have been at the time. The Gods of faith were inseparable from faith. Roland himself was the accumulation of countless faith origin forces. When Roland rushed out of Aichy, that meant that he had cut off his own source of faith. He was just like a kite with a broken string, unable to return. A Nokia with no signal could only be used to block bullets.
When Roland discovered that he was rapidly weakening to the point of death, then … then he probably discovered that he wouldn't be able to survive no matter what, so he unhesitatingly chose to self-destruct. No wonder he died so quickly.
Since Roland died so quickly, we had a rather high opinion of the outside world's average power level. It seemed that we were being a bit too high …
[Now it seems that this Star Eater is much smaller than the one we met back in the day. It's likely that it's still in its infancy, so it shouldn't be that difficult to deal with. As long as it descends into Aichy, it'll have to modify itself according to Aichy's rules. According to our calculations back in the day, although its descent will definitely cause severe damage, it'll be weakened by the world's natural laws. You two brothers alone should be enough to deal with it.]
Us two brothers? Two Main Gods would be enough?
Alright then, the Star Eater was weaker than expected. In that case, the chaotic airships that needed to band together in order to deal with the Star Eater weren't as strong as expected? Judging from how disorganized the Star Eater was, it indeed seemed like a temporary organization made up of random troops.
I silently calculated that as long as technology and magical engineering had a foundational foundation, it would enter a period of rapid development. Judging from how fast Aichy's magical engineering technology was progressing, it wouldn't be long before the Star Eater's airships left the atmosphere. Perhaps in less than three or four hundred years, our airships would also be able to enter outer space, and we would be able to plant the seeds of civilization among the stars, becoming a true interstellar civilization.
At this moment, the Star Eater had completely retreated in defeat. However, the Star Eater's airships had no intentions of continuing to chase after it. They stopped in midair, giving the Gods and mortals an invisible pressure.
"Announcement, we have expelled the Silver Star Destroyer, a space pirate with a threat level of 15623. We have fulfilled our obligation to rescue all intelligent lifeforms in the Overwatch Contract. We first discovered that your civilization has already developed to the point of being able to leave the planet as an individual, which meets the minimum requirements for a B-level world to join the Overwatch Contract. According to the third clause of the contract, we, as B-level veterans, invite your civilization to join the Overwatch Contract …"
An agreement to rescue each other? What a familiar routine. A United Nations from the interstellar era?
"Tsk, it would seem that it's the same everywhere. There are wolves, hunters, and societies. The small world has been opened, and the outside world is different."
In midair, a gigantic projection was floating with mysterious runes. However, no matter who it was, no matter which species it was, they would be able to understand this ancient and solemn contract without any doubt.
"Overwatch Contract for intelligent lifeforms."
"One, you are not alone. You are not the only one. Every encounter between intelligent lifeforms in the endless universe is a miracle worthy of praise. Please put down the butcher's knife in your hands and heart, and search for the possibility of communication …"
"Twelve, watching, protecting, and aiding each other is the duty of every intelligent lifeform …"
"Seventeen, all power originates from the soul. Soul power, magic, technology, and intelligence are essentially the same. Do not discriminate against other civilizations or individuals at any time …"
Many clauses of the contract attracted my attention. There was far too much knowledge and rules that I could study in detail, but my vision was already becoming hazy. It would seem that I had suddenly felt that there was nothing to worry about, and had become too relaxed. My obsession had disappeared, and it was time to report to the River Styx.
I was rather hesitant, but when I thought about how troublesome it would be to deal with those aliens, I was delighted that I could successfully become someone who did nothing.
"Does this count as me being willing to die rather than go to work …?"
[This … this is impossible! Mom! It's actually Mom!]
What? What could make the "venerated Goddess of Order" be so scared that she would call me Mom? Could it be that she was the new version of Little Mei's Mom … Cough, cough, it seemed rather amusing to make such a comment before dying.
I forced myself to focus and did my best to recognize the contract, but I was almost scared to the point of calling her Mom.
At the very bottom of the contract were the signatures of twelve ancient existences. They were probably the first signatories of the Overwatch Contract, which was why they had left their own signatures on the original contract.
Their names were the concept of their existences. Just looking at them would allow me to sense how immeasurably powerful they were. And the fifth signatory seemed so familiar.
"Aichy …"
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