I will make miracles happen.
At the time, I wondered how that was even possible.
However, when I calms down, the story changes.
After all, the one who declared it was a person.
In the end, I believe that our president, in a way that I can’t imagine, would accomplish something called a miracle.
My boss, who has that kind of trust in me.
I was waiting with a sense of resignation, wondering what kind of unreasonable request would come next.
“I never expected it to come in this direction…”
Even with my experience as a corporate slave in a black company, I have built a career after changing jobs to a company in another world.
That’s why I knew that the president’s actions were beyond prediction, even at a level where I could make some predictions, but I never thought he would try to increase my work efficiency in such a way.
My current workplace is, unbelievably, the deepest part of the dungeon.
The presidency issued a business order to bring a work desk to the dungeon’s heart, the Dungeon Core room, and manage the island from there.
It hasn’t been that long since I had a somewhat moving farewell with Feri, yet here I am, processing documents next to Feri, who is sealed within a magic stone. I never imagined this day would come.
If things remain this way, I have a slight sense of unease that the day will come when all I need to do paperwork is paper, a pen, a seal, and a desk, and I can work anywhere.
I shake my head, dispelling the unpleasant thoughts.
Now, you might be wondering why I’m working in such a place, but there’s a reason behind the president’s instructions.
First, this is the deepest part of the dungeon.
It is also the heart that sustains the dungeon.
In other words, the magic energy is incredibly dense.
Which means.
“Mmm, this place is comfortable and nice. The tea is delicious too.”
Unlike me, who is busy, it allows Valse-san, who appears to be relaxing leisurely, to manifest continuously.
“Is that so? I find it uncomfortable, like constantly leaking magic power.”
Just because it’s possible doesn’t mean there isn’t a corresponding burden.
“You’ve been doing this for about a week now, you should get used to it.”
“Get used to it?!”
What kind of burden, you ask?
How should I put it? It’s like constantly feeling the sensation of inhaling and exhaling?
Don’t you get it?
I didn’t understand it either until I experienced it.
Valse-san tells me to get used to it, but the sensation of constantly leaking magic power while absorbing new magic power is so subtly unpleasant that there’s no sign of me getting used to it.
“…The president is really pushing it. To have me handle adjustments within the dungeon in this mental state.”
“Do it if you can” is the motto of the Demon Lord’s Army, and I understand that, but I never thought they would present a solution in such a Death March-like manner.
I know that complaining is pointless, as I understand the urgency of whether Instructor Fushio’s rescue will be in time.
It’s not something I can’t do, so there’s no option but to do it.
However, seeing them relax next to me still makes me want to grumble a bit.
“Don’t blame me if there are any discrepancies in the paperwork.”
“Yes, yes. While you say that, you’re fundamentally diligent, so you’ll double-check it, won’t you?”
However, with my mouth protesting, my body instinctively gets to work.
At this point, I feel like my corporate slave nature has seeped into my blood and DNA; I can handle this level of discomfort. My eyes are constantly checking documents, my brain is assessing issues, and my hands are stamping the seal for approval.
My actions clearly showed that I had no intention of overlooking any flaws, as I was constantly monitoring the operational status of the dungeon’s facilities with hawk-like intensity.
Seeing that, Valse-san lets out a soft laugh.
I don’t feel any embarrassment, but perhaps there’s a trace of exasperation in my heart.
With a self-deprecating smile, I turn to the next stack of documents.
“They are the main force of our dungeon. If I mess up here, it’ll be a disaster.”
What I’m looking at are the medicinal herbs that have begun to be cultivated in the dungeon.
These are raw materials for potions and other pharmaceuticals.
Originally, this was outside my field, but recently I’ve been seeing a lot of documents regarding their efficacy and cultivation environment, so the information naturally enters my mind.
A slight difference in the variety can drastically change the direction of a medicinal herb’s effectiveness.
Its performance is highly dependent on cultivation conditions.
This not only ensures quality but also leads to productivity records.
With a state of war imminent, the production of recovery items can be considered an urgent task.
In the sense that we need to establish an increased production system as soon as possible, this can also be considered urgent.
We have secured personnel with know-how in cultivating medicinal herbs through Muil-san, and Feri’s extensive magic power infusion has ensured a certain level of quality and production capacity.
Now, the challenge is to determine how much we can increase quality and productivity from here.
And it comes down to my skill in leveraging the advantage of being able to freely change the terrain within the dungeon.
I have asked Kirie-san to introduce knowledge on variety improvement techniques with the goal of producing high-effect potions at low cost.
First, we aim for mass production of traditional potions, and later, low-cost, high-spec potions.
To achieve that, no matter how much time we have, it’s not enough.
I quickly read through the documents, and as I examine their contents, I can see that the results from just one week of work are quite satisfactory.
The quality of the trial potion is at a level that could be sold on the market without any problems.
The production time has also reached the level of traditional productivity.
But.
“While we’ve achieved some results, I can’t be satisfied with this.”
This isn’t enough.
In an environment with the unique characteristics of a dungeon, achieving only traditional results is unacceptable.
In one week, we were able to cultivate, produce, and order medicinal herbs at a speed that can only be described as otherworldly.
However, conversely, it’s just the result of being able to make potions quickly.
“Now, then, how should I proceed from here?”
I pick up the report from the medicinal herb cultivation department and check if any necessary measures for quality improvement have been proposed, but it’s concluded with a statement saying “under consideration,” with no relevant information.
I pick up the report from the production department and examine its contents. It states that new potions are awaiting the results of experimentally grown medicinal herbs.
In the end, it seems we have to wait for the results.
Although it’s outside my expertise, I understand the statement that time is not enough. Unreasonable deadlines do not lead to good work.
That’s what I learned in a black company.
Good work is born from a good work environment.
If you rush and take away the other person’s composure, the results will immediately lag.
“You have so many worries, Contractor-san.”
“The balance of discretion is always difficult.”
Depending on how you manage things, the work environment can change infinitely. There’s no set example for the balance of “carrots and sticks.”
Just as people’s personalities vary greatly, so does the way one deals with others.
In this space, it’s just me scrutinizing documents on my desk and Valse-san, who is perched on the head of a giant snake, feeding on yokan.
Originally, the number of people who could enter this space was limited.
I can, of course, enter, but among my direct subordinates, only Keiri and Muil-san can.
Then there are a few subordinates in charge of core maintenance.
Other personnel will not be able to enter unless there is a special reason.
The group that was together before was special.
Keiri and Muil-san cannot enter alone.
Therefore, in a situation where the number of people who can enter is already limited, if we further reduce the number of people, a man who works while talking to spirits, placing his workbench in this vast space, will be born.
Incidentally, Keiri and Muil-san are also absent because they are working on separate matters. The former is supervising the dungeon site, and the latter is running around gathering information on the increasingly suspicious world situation.
If those two and other subordinates are working diligently, their top subordinate, myself, cannot slack off.
“How are things on your end?”
“No leads. It’s quite difficult to detect even within this child’s perceptual range.”
Furthermore, I have more than one job.
And that’s the reason for the magic power leak.
Valse-san isn’t just manifesting pointlessly and leisurely eating yokan.
She is working in that state as well.
“…I thought it would be manageable when I heard this was the best place for the dungeon to connect with chaos, but it’s not that simple, is it?”
Instructor Fushio’s search. That is the job assigned to Valse-san.
When the god informed us of the instructor’s survival, we first took action in the form of a search.
In parallel, the president is exploring rescue methods. Given that president, I’m not worried about the plan to save him.
Even if the risk and return don’t balance, the president will find a method that is realistically possible.
I have that much trust in him, so I’m not involved for now.
“By the way, what does it feel like to search within chaos?”
The dungeon creates its main body in a space that can only be described as another dimension, different from the continent, Isal, or Earth.
So, where is that other dimension? You could say it is nothing, or you could say it is everything.
This is not a riddle. Please simply understand it as such.
There is raw material that can become anything, but without doing something special, it becomes nothing.
Even a god cannot create a void from nothing, but creating another dimension from something is also impossible.
And if you ask what is necessary to constitute a dungeon, it is chaos.
Based on the knowledge I’ve acquired, chaos is a substance with many unknown elements.
“Hmm, it’s like desperately trying to feel your way around in a fog, isn’t it?”
It seems like there’s something to grasp, but also like there’s nothing.
It is an existence that always combines contradictions.
The more you learn, the more you feel like burying your head in frustration, that is chaos.
Hearing that the instructor is in such a space, searching is fine, but I’m not the one doing the searching.
I am merely entrusting tasks in exchange for magic power.
When I heard it was possible, I asked, but the response was a rather desperate analogy.
“Is that okay?”
“It’s not okay. Being able to search is already better than nothing. You don’t have to worry about getting hurt swinging your hands, and your footing is stable so you don’t have to worry about falling. But your vision is covered by a fog so dense that you can’t even see your outstretched hand. It’s like searching a space that is unimaginably vast.”
“That’s not okay.”
Normally, this is the kind of situation where one might give up. Is it okay for me to take on this challenge?
Among my stats, only luck is at the Mariana Trench level.
In a sense, if I found him, it would be called a miracle, but it’s not that kind of miracle.
“Well, honestly, it’s a waste of magic power and time…”
“Valse-san?”
“Oh, dear.”
“Eh?”
Just as I was thinking that.
“Contractor-san.”
“What is it?”
“A meteor might fall on your head tomorrow, so be careful.”
“What about it!?”
“I hate to admit it, but the god was right. I found him.”
It’s as if miracles happen so easily, the good news arrived a hundred times faster than I could have imagined.
Today’s word: If the workload doubles, I hope the results do too.
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