Titosso was engulfed in confusion.
“Does Oknodie have a country…?”
“Uh-huh!”
“Are you talking about the Kingdom of Troy that created Collection City?”
“No?”
“Are you referring to the Western Three Kingdoms?”
“No?”
“Are you talking about the Empire with Masugaki as the Empress?”
“You’ll know when you see it directly!”
In the shock of bankruptcy, Titosso and Prill both fainted in unison.
While Prill, the actual owner of the city, managed to keep her studies going despite her disappointment, the shock was too great for Titosso.
“I made Mom and Dad and my older sister invest together, and now our whole family might go bankrupt…!”
“Goodness!”
“Dad even used Kanelle City’s administrative budget…!”
Looks like the mayor succeeded in persuading them so well he went as far as embezzlement!
Titosso’s exceptional persuasion skills led to a family embezzlement charge, so it was no wonder she was so upset that she emitted Dark Mana every night and spread ghost stories.
“But even if the city were fine, embezzlement’s still not okay, right?”
“Dad said he could pay it back with what he earns… but now he can’t… sniffle!”
“Ah, don’t cry! It’s okay now, really!”
The secret gift and the passage to the next realm was the Secret Dimensional Gate made from the energy of the barrier stone sneaked out from the Underground Prison of the Academy.
“Do you see the picture here?”
“Something’s wriggling in the sandbox…”
“That’s all goblins!”
“Yikes?”
“Don’t you want to go to the land of goblins?”
Despite the disappointment of it not being a Middle Realm country, Titosso showed only her characteristic naive curiosity.
“I want to go!”
“Then let’s go right now!”
They quickly grabbed hands and thrust them into the picture, and in an instant, their bodies got sucked in.
“Wait? I still have my assignment…”
Figure it out later!
[Picture Realm]
[Kingdom of Goblins]
My secret facility used to level up my functions before the hundred-dimensional continuous defense starts, defeating the principal.
A realm I had secretly sealed off, even keeping it from Darknodi, is now finally being used.
It’s the weakest dimension of the hundred dimensions and the easiest one to deal with, so veteran players commonly utilize titles like [World Destruction] or [World Salvation] here.
“Eew, it’s full of goblins!”
“But they’re goblins, right?”
“Ugh…”
“No, I’m joking! If goblins are raised well, they turn nice!”
“Really…?”
“This isn’t a joke, it’s true!”
Titosso looked skeptically at the small goblins wriggling in the desert, questioning how they could ever become nice.
Considering goblins were as common as slimes rolling around like weeds, it was well known that those creatures usually devoured everything in sight before encroaching on human habitats.
They were the regular targets of the Adventurer’s Guild and had killed the most humans amongst monsters, so having affection for them seemed a stretch.
However, these goblins from the Picture Realm were technically the [Picture] tribe before they were the [Goblin] tribe.
Pictures can be redrawn as much as you want.
So it could be said that goblins could also be raised according to how you nurture them.
“Ta-da! Look at this!”
Catching a nearby goblin, I cast a spell to amplify its soul, and various manifestations of desire floated onto the canvas.
“Ugh, there’s a woman being crushed! A dog is being eaten!”
“This type of thing just needs a whack-whack! like this!”
With a brush made from Mana, I painted over the soul canvas, transforming the goblin’s image into complex machinery, guns, and gold coins.
“Wow, this is an amazing drawing!!”
“Now, let’s see what happens to him!”
“Let’s see!!”
The goblin we freed wriggled down below and hurriedly returned to its group.
Born with the typical goblin dream of assaulting women and devouring dogs, this goblin now realized the shocking truth that it could no longer feel pleasure from such acts.
Conversely, the moment a goblin felt joy was when it gathered property, processed metals, and created complex machinery.
However, that dream was shattered overnight with the news of another goblin who had a lot more.
The native goblins set fire to the blacksmith, beheaded the mutated goblin that dashed out, and ran off with all the supplies from the blacksmith to indulge excessively.
“Eew, that mutated one is dead!!”
“Wait, how did this happen…?”
“We don’t need a nation like this!”
I rushed to soothe the extremely upset Titosso.
“This is just because only one mutated goblin was made!”
“If there were many, would it change…?”
“You saw it just now, right? They lost because they were fewer. In times like this, we just need to redraw the unconscious canvas of the goblins’ souls!”
By poking and pricking one goblin after another to take out the canvas of their souls and connecting the generated canvases into a massive one, I drew the same picture again, transforming an entire goblin tribe into a clan obsessed with mechanical engineering.
“What do you think?”
“Ugh, a thousand warriors are coming!”
With the news that a tribe with powerful weapons and wealth had emerged from the desert, the champion tribe that produced the Champion Goblin merged with thirty other tribes and headed this way.
I thought Titosso would simply poke the souls of the approaching goblins to draw, but surprisingly, Titosso raised her foot and bang-bang stomped the thousand warriors.
Naturally, the invading goblins panicked and scrambled to escape.
“@#$”
“^@#”
The goblins offered the small offerings they made with machinery to the Foundation and presented them to Titosso.
“That’s fun!”
“Right?!”
Despite the different methods, Titosso seemed to find joy from it, which eased my worries.
Since I was always by Titosso, who manipulates Dark Mana, the terrifying Dark Titosso had returned to her original self, and I was truly relieved!
“But aren’t you going to draw? That’s the most fun part!”
“Hmph. But I can’t draw well.”
“It’s okay even if you can’t. The canvas is abundant!”
“Is that so?”
Titosso’s face showed hesitance as she gathered Mana and shaped it into a brush.
However, unlike my fine brush that could allow for detailed descriptions, Titosso’s brush had turned into a paintbrush size that would be suitable to slather paint on the wall.
“Ugh, I messed up the layering. The canvas is completely white!”
“Calmly sharpen your brush!”
It was natural that controlling the excessive Mana was difficult.
But by taking a deep breath and deploying the Mana Flow Technique Manual for Maids, even she managed to carve a brush capable of writing 72pt size letters.
There weren’t all that many pictures that could be drawn with such a huge brush, but anyway, drawing was better than making a completely blank goblin!
Titosso earnestly set to work.
In the sky, there was the sun, a triangular-shaped house was built, and the picture that reminded one of a kindergarten assignment with a five-year-old spreading its arms in a T-shape with an exaggerated smile was completed.
“~~~◎”
“~~~◎@◎”
Once carnivorous-looking goblins had magically transformed to stupid faces, they now basked in the sun, enjoying a sunbath.
Due to the simplicity of the drawing, the goblins from the tribe Titosso touched still appeared sluggish, but as they raised their arms toward the sky, something incredible happened.
[One and Only Sun Sofemia]
[Prayer – Heat Wave]
The goblins had changed their class to priests of the Sun God!
Amazingly welcoming to heat instead of loathing it, these lunatic priests became the sunlight terrorists feared by all drawing creatures in the desert.
Whenever goblins raised their arms high and blasted the heat wave spell, their enemies screamed, fleeing into the sand or running towards the shade, only to collapse from exhaustion.
The sheer power soon turned into strength among tribes, and the first priest became both the priest leader and the tribe chief.
“Wow, look at those Oknodie guys! They’ve taken over a village!”
Of course, to us in our massive pens, it was merely the conflict of small and insignificant beings, but it was quite entertaining to watch in many ways.
“How about it? All the stress just washes away, right?”
“Uh-huh! I love it!”
“Here, the time dilation isn’t super high, but it’s decent enough, so if you visit occasionally, things will change a lot. Let’s come again next time!”
“Yeah!”
“And don’t come here when I’m not around!”
“Why? Are you afraid the Sun Tribe will wipe out the Machine Tribe?”
While it might be fun to completely ruin Titosso’s tribe, doing so could leave her permanently sulky and make it hard for me to talk to her again.
Holding back from pulling any silly pranks, I just shared the facts.
“The Picture Realm is also occupied by soul sculptors who carve souls, so if you encounter them while I’m gone, Titosso’s soul might get painted over too!”
“That’s so scary!!”
“If we go together, it’ll be fine. I’ll be stronger!”
Thanks to my earnest soothing, Titosso was finally able to decide to come again next time.
In fact, even without her, I had been steadily visiting this dimension.
This dimension appears at the start of the hundred-dimension invasion.
In the early days of a one-on-hundred battle.
What would happen if forces favorable to me appeared from the Middle Realm, to be precise?
It wouldn’t be one versus a hundred, but two against ninety-eight.
Considering one dimension invades at a time, it would be like repeating a two-on-one fight ninety-nine times!
“If I just make a city here, Titosso can completely forget about the bankrupt one!”
Well, the Titosso family would never forget, having invested their administrative budget.
Speaking of which, I wonder which dimensional realm that city flew off to?
I had been hopping dimensions with Professor Dihtart, verifying whether this local dimension was the same as the one I knew, doing function work, and returning.
At least the dimensions I was aware of seemed to remain just as I remembered.
“As long as it’s not the Goblin World, it should be fine!”
There’s a special gimmick where if the goblins in the Picture Realm grow stronger, then the goblins in the Goblin World become stronger too.
So it’s generally popular to enhance the goblins from the Picture Realm into humans and raise the humans’ overall power.
Upgrading them to green humans through generational improvements naturally strengthens the human race.
During that process, as the goblins become smarter, the survival difficulty in Goblin World escalates exponentially…
Professor Dihtart wouldn’t ever be flitting around in this dimension when a whole city vanished into another dimension, right?
Nah, no way.
