Entering a Company From Another World! – Chapter 754

“Next, this way!!”

“Hey!! Don’t touch that container!! You’ll be cursed!!”

“Gyaaaaahh!?”

“Didn’t I tell you!? Hey!! Rescue team!! No, curse-breaker!! Come here, I’m cursed!!”

“The magic sword is over here!! Stuff the cursed objects in that container over there!!”

This is what a hellish landscape of screams and cries must be.

Curses drifting everywhere.
Numerous items emitting those curses.

Magic swords classified as cursed swords.
Armor and helmets with countless anecdotes.
Stones said to curse anyone who touches them to death upon contact.
Wooden boxes sealed securely with talismans.
A glass bottle sealed with chains, rattling incessantly.
A horrifying mirror that seems to reflect something unspeakably vile.

“Is ‘spectacular’ the right word for this?”

This area is filled with the accumulated cursed objects from the Demon Lord’s Army, ranging from minor to extremely dangerous ones. The air is so thick with miasma that it’s beyond terrible and has become laughably potent.

None of the items on display are ordinary.

Perhaps the prevalence of black in their coloration contributes to this perception, but…

“That’s not it.”

That’s definitely not the only reason.
I’m fine because I’m protected by my own magic, but the workers are all wearing specialized equipment to transport these cursed objects.
Even so, just a moment ago, a worker carelessly touched a cursed object, their hand changed color, they screamed, and a curse-breaker rushed over to treat them.

Even facilities handling highly toxic substances probably aren’t this dangerous, black-hearted workplaces.

“Hey, Jin’ō. How’s the preparation coming along?”

I’m directing things as the site supervisor in a workplace where a wrong step could lead to death.
The president appears in this dangerous area, but there’s no sign of guards.

Normally, one should be cautious about the highest authority coming to such a dangerous place alone, but this is the Demon Lord’s Army.

The highest authority equals the strongest, so there’s no need for caution.

“…We’re gathering everything we can find from across the country, so it’s taking time to collect it all. We’re transporting it to the designated locations sequentially, so I believe we’ll be on schedule.”

Whether the president even needs guards is a bit of a question, but it’s a formality, I suppose.

“And, Demon Lord. Please bring at least two guards.”
“You’re here, aren’t you?”

I offer a mild protest just in case, but as expected, they show no sign of listening and simply smile.

“Is that so?”

Knowing it’s futile to say more, I reluctantly continue my work while providing security.
All I need to do is check the checklist and make arrangements for the cursed objects to be delivered to the instructors on the front lines.

“Gyaaaaaaaah!!??? Gyaaaaaaaaah!!”

Sometimes, these unbelievably dangerous curses spring forth.
I can only scream as I see one of the workers in my field of vision about to be engulfed by a swirling, unmixed shade of purple and black smoke.

“Hmph!”

In such moments, I step forward and deliver a one-hit, two-cleave strike, severing the curse that tries to kill the worker.
There’s virtually no gap between my lunge and the cleave.
And of course, I don’t mess up and let the worker die.

Curses function by their connection to a medium.
Once the medium is lost, they dissipate in an instant.
I also severed the curses drifting around, and relieved to see the worker who was about to be afflicted has merely lost consciousness.

“Ah, Jin’ō-sama.”
“Withdraw to the rear and receive treatment. Send in a replacement!”

By severing the curses like this, there’s no need to worry about being afflicted.
I instruct the workers who were with them to help the unconscious worker withdraw and call for a replacement.
Yes, my presence here is optimal for preventing such accidents.
While I can de-curse and handle minor curses, the ones here are quite potent.

“That was precise. Yes, entrusting the response to you was the right decision.”

To curse a god.
The collection of cursed objects to make that possible.
I was chilled to the bone when appointed to this task, but understanding my role, I found a strange sense of agreement.

Curses cannot be dealt with physically.
Furthermore, they require time to resolve.
Since I can deal with them physically, I suppose I am indeed the optimal choice for handling them.

I place the ore tree on my back and turn around.

“Can you really curse a god to death with these curses?”
“Hmm, the probability is about thirty percent.”

The cursed objects here are indeed top-tier.
Someone’s hatred, someone’s regret, someone’s sorrow.
Accumulations of resentment, as if all negative sentiments were gathered.
Any of them would drive an ordinary person mad just by touching them.
However, all of them only give off an aura that even I might be able to dispel.

I ask the president if simply gathering them will solve the problem, but they easily shake their head.

“These are merely necessary preparations. I’m sorry, but the curses we are preparing cannot be easily conveyed to others without spreading, so I cannot tell you about them.”

I have no grounds to complain about that.
Only the president and the king of the empire know the details of this operation.

“No, I understand that the nature of the operation prevents me from being fully informed.”
“I see. I appreciate that.”

This isn’t a matter of being concerned about spies.
Curses are conceptually infectious diseases that spread.
However, the more curses spread, the more diluted their concentration becomes.
That won’t do.
To curse a god to death, an exceptionally potent curse must be prepared.
I don’t know what they intend to do, but the groundwork to make it possible is miraculously being laid now.

“Demon Lord.”
“Yes, what is it?”
“When this battle ends, please grant me paid leave.”

Due to recent actions by the opposing side, there are more vengeful spirits on the land of Isal than usual.
Driven by resentment and grudges, the residual thoughts are without direction and drift everywhere.
This is a highly precarious situation for the world’s balance.
Normally, souls would reincarnate, return to normalcy, and inhabit new lives.
But when wars that cause too many deaths occur, this process cannot keep up.
Furthermore, the gods, who are supposed to be responsible for this, are neglecting their duties.
Perhaps they have no intention of performing such meticulous cleaning, as they plan to purify the world from its foundation.
Ironically, such a careless approach provides us with an advantage.

“You know, in Japan, we call that a ‘flag,’ don’t we?”
“To die by applying for paid leave, what a thoroughly black world you have.”
“That’s true. After this war ends, I want my subordinates to rest well. I, too, would like to soak in a hot spring once this battle is concluded.”
“Lately, I feel like I’m drowning in mountains of paperwork.”
“You have a point.”

A chance like this will likely never come again in my lifetime.
The deteriorating situation, like digging my own grave.
To not seize this opportunity to the fullest is unacceptable.
Even so, the chances of winning are slim.
No, the fact that there’s even a chance of winning against a god is strange in itself.

“Evia will tell me.”
“I’m the highest-ranking person here, you know? Yet she keeps me buried in paperwork without a moment’s rest. It’s truly awful.”
“She’s a demon, after all.”
“Oh, right.”

When I joined this company, the original plan was to create a dungeon assuming we’d be fighting against heroes.
We were taught about the threat of heroes with that explanation, but now I can not only fight heroes but defeat them.
Furthermore, bypassing heroes to defeat gods.
Having to do this, I can’t help but laugh at what kind of life this is.

“You’re not as worried as I expected. I’ve notified the other generals, and they’ve all shown some reaction to the idea of defeating a god, to varying degrees.”
I must have a strange sensibility to be smiling in a place with so many cursed objects.
The president doesn’t seem particularly bothered.
In fact, they even commented that I don’t seem intimidated before such a great task of defeating a god.

“First, the lack of reality.”

In truth, I don’t feel much tension regarding this battle.
One reason for this is that the image of defeating a god isn’t clearly formed in my mind.
I should be able to cleave a god, but I haven’t gained any experience actually cutting one down.

“Secondly, I’ve accepted that if we don’t win this war, there’s no future.”

When necessities and unavoidable actions align, it becomes a decided matter.
I understand this thanks to my experience in my black period, so there’s no point in complaining now.
If I can’t cut them down, I die.
I can just laugh it off.

“Lastly, with this much military strength assembled, I can’t imagine us losing.”

If you ask me what gives me cause for such acceptance, I’d say I’m too old for “trust and faith.”
That’s why I often stumble over my words with such awkward justifications.
There are two instructors who possess considerable power, and generals with equivalent strength.
And above them, the president, who has even greater abilities.
Whether a force of this magnitude will ever be assembled again in the future is a question of a different dimension.
Conversely, since we have managed to assemble such a force.
If it fails, then so be it, and I can accept it.
No, I might not be able to accept it.
I want to survive with Suella and the others, and see my children’s futures.
There are still so many things I want to do.

“I see. If you say so, I can rest assured.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”

If so, there’s no need to deliberately inflict debuffs on myself with negative thinking.
Like the president, who lets out a bitter smile, I have no choice but to accept it.
Once one accepts, one must push forward.

“After all, you’re a genius who has risen this high in such a short time compared to us. With that genius’s stamp of approval, I too can proceed with the plan with peace of mind.”
The expectations placed upon me feel like pressure.
However, at this point, where I’ve resigned myself to doing what I must, I even find that pressure to be somewhat pleasant.

“Is that so?”
“It is.”

In the midst of the dangerous zone where cursed objects are being handled, we engage in idle conversation.
The exchange of trust is so casual that I wonder if it’s really okay.
While we chat, time continues to tick away.
Instructor Fushio and I estimate that there are five days left until the god descends.
We’re accelerating the collection, transport, and installation of these cursed objects, but with no interference, we have only a little leeway. If there’s any interference, the plan will either collapse or barely make it in time.

“We’ll expedite the installation, including the deliveries from the Empire.”
“Please do. I will also go to the site on the day.”
“Understood.”

Despite this being a race against time, the conversation is quite leisurely.
Still, the time we can spend like this is running out.
I should savor this time as much as possible.

“I certainly hope you will survive and participate in the victory celebration.”
“Then we’ll participate with the whole family.”
Keeping our future enjoyment in mind, I should get back to work.

A word for Today:
Rather than rushing, think about working efficiently.

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