Just Because I Have Narrow Eyes Doesn't Make Me a Villain!

Chapter 149

"···So, putting that aside, what are you making right now?"

"Hmm? Didn't I explain it when we gathered everyone?"

"No, I came in the middle because it sounded fun···."

"Ah···."

She sighed at the clueless one who joined us without knowing what was going on.

Well, even I and the others were like that.

Transcendents are drawn to anything that sounds fun, regardless of what it is.

He must have heard rumors of something interesting and just showed up.

"We're creating a world."

"···What? Creating a world?"

"Yeah."

"Is that possible?"

"It's a bit difficult, but··· we've seen results. You saw it too, didn't you?"

"No, I thought there was some kind of gathering over there···. I didn't realize it was something you made."

Feeling his admiration, I couldn't help but puff out my chest a bit.

Ahem, of course.

"It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be."

"Really?"

The others, like me, knew their fields better than anyone else.

We had never attempted to create our own world together.

But once a considerable number of us pooled our efforts towards a single goal, we soon found ourselves greeted by a newly formed planet.

"Then we can interfere with the world as we please now?"

"No, not yet."

"···What? Isn't this a planet? Didn't we make it? Are you saying we can't go in?"

"We made it, but it's still a prototype. This one will be discarded."@@@@

It wasn’t as hard as I thought.

···But that didn’t mean it was easy.

If I told the reader how many planets had been created and destroyed, they’d be shocked.

I glanced at the corner where the results of our trial and error were piled up.

Planets with failed temperature control, planets with incorrectly set atmospheres, planets so overcharged with life force that the planet itself became a living being.

The planets that didn't meet our criteria lay dying in that corner.

Seeing those discarded attempts, the curious one asked,

"This one looks fine though?"

"Ah···. It is. We’re almost done."

"Then why? Isn't it perfect?"

"···There was a disagreement. We stopped at the last step."

"A disagreement?"

"Yeah."

She sighed deeply.

The memory of the argument that arose over the nearly completed world made her head ache.

It was frustrating to think we might have to scrap this nearly finished world.

But it wasn’t entirely incomprehensible.

If I were in their shoes, I’d have done the same.

"We confirmed it could support human life, solved most of the problems···."

"Then what’s the issue?"

"They started arguing about the setting they wanted···."

"···The setting?"

I nodded miserably.

Yes, the setting.

I watched for a moment as another transcendent joined the argument, then turned back to the planet before me.

···It felt like a shame.

"Honestly, it’s well made···."

The scenery was beautiful.

Though the setting seemed a bit mixed, thanks to everyone’s input···.

It felt like a waste to just throw it away.

Even if I wouldn’t see it again.

Despite that, I felt an attachment to the well-made world.

"···Ah, I miss you."

It hadn’t been long since I parted from the reader.

I already wanted to brag about what I had created.

Those others were boring to react to.

They always looked at me like, 'Of course, you would.'

···Of course, I knew it was impossible.

But I still wanted to show this world to someone other than the reader.

A world so well-made.

"Is anyone watching?"

I looked around, seeing no one.

Everyone was busy advocating for their desired genre, paying me no attention.

···Good.

"This time frame··· should be fine."

After compressing the world’s information, I sprinkled it onto a nearby world.

Smuggling such trivial information was easy.

Someone in that world would likely accept this world’s information.

It could be published as a game, movie, or novel.

Even just jotting it down in a personal notebook as a fanciful idea was enough.

I didn’t want the world to be forgotten and unremembered.

"How will they react···."

It would be boring if they just accepted the information.

A mischievous thought led me to add a small trick.

···Done.

Whoever fell for this trick would be lucky.

Not that there was a guarantee.

"Hey! What do you think?!"

"Yikes?! ···What?"

"He keeps saying fantasy is better than martial arts!"

"Well, it is."

"He must have muscles for brains! Don’t you get magic?!"

"Martial arts have chi! It’s not all about brute force!"

"Arguing over nothing again···."

I sighed, hearing the sparks fly, and wondered if they heard me mumbling.

One of them turned and started mocking me.

"···Ha, right. What does someone exiled by their creation know?"

"Yeah, seriously. Embarrassing."

"Hey! Did you say everything?!"

"Yeah, why?"

"Fine···. I wasn't going to fight, but···! I can't take this anymore···!"

I joined their fight in anger.

Anyone who could take such insults without reacting was a fool.

Thus began an endless, meaningless fight.