**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Alright, let's hear it."

“…!”

Kaisha’s face lit up with hope. She’d been worried he wouldn’t even listen.

“You mentioned you’re from an SF world, right?”

**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "That’s correct."

“Here’s what’s going on…”

Kaisha launched into an explanation of her situation. She had nothing left to hide since he’d apparently already seen… everything.

“…That’s the situation I’m dealing with.”

For the first time, the usual rapid replies stopped. She started feeling uneasy.

Was it really too much, even for him?

She tried to swallow her disappointment. It wasn’t like she’d expected a miracle. Just some information on the Debra species or advice on Magi-Engineering would have been enough.

The “Dimensional Store” wasn’t exactly a place for cutting-edge weapons or high-tech solutions. Most of the items were general utilities, food, or miscellaneous goods, and anything she tried to disassemble for research purposes turned into incomprehensible junk. As a VIP Level 4, she’d heard rumors of a higher-level store the admin was setting up… but she figured it’d be more of the same.

When he remained silent, her anxiety grew. *Why the sudden silence? Did he actually know something about the Debrans? And if he did, why is he hesitating? Does that mean they’re that dangerous?*

The Dimensional Integration Community housed countless worlds, many with overlapping species—Orcs, Elves, Dwarves, Dragons—so it wouldn’t be strange if his SF world had encountered Debrans too.

With mounting worry, she activated the massage chair to try to calm herself.

“I know you can hear me! I’m ready—just tell me!”

She tried to maintain a serious expression, though the massage chair quickly undid it.

“Why won’t you answer?!”

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Oh? I just came back from lunch."

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“W-What?!”

Was he serious? She was discussing something incredibly important, and he just… went to eat?

“H-How dare he!” Her face flushed with frustration.

“I’m being so serious here!”

But there was no point in arguing; she was in a position of lesser power. With a disgruntled tone, she went over her explanation again.

“…So, if you know anything about the Debra species, please tell me. I’m ready for the truth.”

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Debra? What’s that? Lol."

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“….”

What was he doing? She explained it multiple times.

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Aliens and Magi-Engineering? Fascinating. Lol."

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“So even you… can’t help?”

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Huh? Why wouldn’t I?"

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“Huh?”

She sensed something was off in their conversation.

“I mean, even you…”

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Wait, me?"

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“Yes, it must be challenging for you too, right? Especially if they’re like you, being space travelers.”

She still remembered the terrifying aura of that Debran figure. His unshaken confidence, his air of superiority, as if all their efforts were beneath him. With a mere gesture, he’d summoned a pillar of light from the sky that incinerated the strongest mages, and any enemies of his faction often ended up mysteriously dead the next day.

A being impervious to magic, with unimaginable power.

She and the Crown Prince had nearly crossed paths with death themselves.

And he had miraculous abilities, healing the sick, extending lifespans, even enabling the paralyzed to walk again.

Had he appeared in an earlier age, he would undoubtedly have been revered as a god.

And most disturbingly, he didn’t even seem to be a particularly high-ranking Debran.

Her instincts told her he was lying about being able to call for “help.” His actions held none of the noble grace of true aristocrats, though his gaze and superiority complex were genuine.

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "A similar space traveler? Hahaha!"

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The admin’s message conveyed genuine amusement.

“Huh? Is that not the case?”

She tilted her head, confused.

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "No, no. Keep going, lol."

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“??”

Regardless, she continued explaining her idea.

They’d considered covertly sabotaging the construction of the strange machine he was building or devising countermeasures for his magic-nullifying abilities.

He seemed to be in the final stages of building some bizarre, machine-based structure. The Crown Prince’s intelligence suggested it was nearly complete.

If they attacked him directly, it could provoke a war with his species if the Debrans ever invaded in force.

So her plan was to delay his construction as much as possible while developing a countermeasure against his abilities.

“No magic worked on him… it was terrifying.”

She shivered, recalling how he’d shrugged off waves of magical attacks.

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Really? That’s pretty interesting, lol."

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She didn’t notice how casually he was responding.

“That’s why I need your help. I’ll… I’ll do anything you ask.”

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Anything? Like… 'I, Keisha Winsler, lost to the massage chair!' Would you say that? Lol."

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“Y-you!! This isn’t funny!”

Her face turned bright red as the admin laughed again, her cheeks puffing up in frustration.

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Lol."

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*What is this?*

She was dead serious, but oddly, instead of getting angry, she found herself feeling slightly relieved. His dismissive attitude lessened the pressure she felt.

Then, his response took an unexpectedly dark turn.

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "This is so naive, lol."

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“Huh? What do you mean by that?”

Naive?

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Come on, do you really think avoiding direct confrontation means the Debrans or whoever will just leave you alone? First rule: always assume they’ll come at you with everything the moment they see you."

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*Is that… really common sense?*

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "People come up with any excuse to justify aggression. It all comes down to who’s stronger, who suffers more losses."

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That seemed… extreme.

“Starting a war over one act of sabotage could jeopardize the entire continent. It might even hasten an invasion.”

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "That attitude won’t get you anywhere."

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“Huh?”

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "If you’re going to face them, you need to wipe them out completely, lol."

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A shiver ran down her spine. She could almost smell the bloodlust in his words.

“Th-that’s a bit…”

It seemed far too reckless.

But—

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "It’s always effective to seem like a madman in negotiations."

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His approach was illogical and extreme, yet oddly… it scratched an itch in her mind, satisfying in a strange way.

And the confidence, the certainty she felt from his words…

It was almost uplifting.

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Alright, first things first!"

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“F-first?”

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Let’s get this. I’ve got a great deal just for you."

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“Huh?”

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**[Message from the Administrator]**  
- "Well? It’s only 70 million points, a once-in-a-lifetime offer!"

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That… was her entire fortune.

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A message then appeared across the Dimensional Integration Community’s interface for all users to see.

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**Announcement:** *User “MagicIsJustAnAid” has successfully purchased “The Admin’s Mercy Package for the Meek” from the Dimensional Store.*