I, who was killing God, became a knife crusher

"Please don't use miracles for such strange things. It will only hurt others and not benefit yourself. People who really want miracles will cry."

"But I've never been able to deal with you, Commander, once! Not even once!"

P7 stomped her white silk feet in her small leather shoes indignantly.

"Because you have chosen an unbeatable opponent. After all, the wave force I normally emit can detect all movements. The moment you attack, I can detect your behavior and dodge reflexively."

Moyin began to explain.

"Humph! One day I will succeed in my prank, Commander, just wait for me!"

After dropping the empty bottle of chili sauce, P7 said something and ran away.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Moyin picked up the bottle of chili pepper and put it into the trash can nearby.

"Moyin, do you have time?"

The judge walked over from a corridor on one side.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Moyin asked.

"Well, I have made a plan to improve the headquarters' security system and add some autonomous patrol and search for enemies. However, the agent thinks this is not necessary, so I want to discuss it with you."

The judge spoke.

"Well, the Netos are actually quite strong, right? Even if there are invaders, they can hardly break through their defenses."

Mo Yin spoke up.

"But wouldn't it be better to have more security systems? When I was working with Eliza, I set up a large number of Glorias in the defense system."

The judge spoke.

"Well, Gloria's AI and functions are still a bit simple. As a self-destruct unit, they are unable to perform complex identification and judgment capabilities. If they encounter an unidentified individual, they will basically rush forward and self-destruct. But Neto will suppress the intruder and see what the other party wants to do by coming to my headquarters."

"If I deploy the Gloria defense system, my friends who are not logged into the system and come to my headquarters will most likely be accidentally injured by Gloria. On the other hand, Neto's force value has exceeded Gloria, and his self-detonation will also destroy the environment of my headquarters. There is no need to deploy Gloria."

Moyin began to explain.

"So are the existing stocks of Gloria going to be left there until they are discarded? Isn't that a bit too extravagant and wasteful?"

The judge said somewhat depressedly that judging from what Moyin said, the Gloria previously produced by their Iron Blood Workshop was out of service.

As a humanoid who values ​​resources, this is really hard for her to accept.

"It doesn't necessarily need to be disposed of. If we encounter some civilizations with lower-level military power in the future, we can sell them to them in exchange for some resources or something."

"Selling obsolete weapons... Well, that's a feasible plan, but why don't we just rob them?"

The judge asked curiously.

"You should be reasonable sometimes. It's a bit embarrassing to grab even cheap things. It's not like we can't afford the money."

"On the other hand, once you plunder a civilization, you basically cut off the possibility of friendly exchanges with it. I think it's still worthwhile to just trade some retired weapons."

Moyin began to explain.

"understood."

The judge nodded. She still didn't quite understand the emotions between humans. Even with the infinite computing power of quantum computers giving them independent thinking, it would be better to listen to Moyin when it comes to humans.

"Moyin, would you like to have a drink? A-91 and the others are waiting in the bar."

A passing executioner came up to say hello.

"Let's go have a couple of drinks."

"Let's go."

"Then judge, let's talk next time?"

Mo Yin smiled at the judge.

"Ah."

The judge nodded, turned and left, and Moyin followed the executioner to the bar.

In front of the bar, Sixteen Pigeons was looking at the wine in the glass, while A-91 was blowing the water of life directly into the bottle.

"Oh, dear, you came to my place to drink. Today is a good day worth celebrating."

Dorothy said happily.

"Yeah, let's have a couple of drinks, give me a sugarrush."

Moyin sat next to Shiliuge.

"Commander, when will you let me enjoy your time in women's clothing?"

Before M16 could finish his words, he felt a strong murderous intent enveloping him. At the same time, only his and Moyin's time was still flowing normally.

"Didn't we agree not to talk about this in front of others?"

Moyin looked at Shiliuge with a depressed look on his face.

"But you haven't been back for so long, so I only have this little time to talk to you about this, right? If I ask you to go out and talk halfway through the drink, A-91 and the Executioner will definitely not be happy about it."

Shiliu Ge smiled and drank the wine in the glass.

"So you want me to die for your own sexual desires, right?"

"How could that be! Commander, you look really good in women's clothing. This is definitely not a social demise. You can be proud of it."

Sixteen Pigeons spoke up.

“…I don’t think it’s something to be proud of at all.”

Moyin said with a dark face.

"Hahahaha, anyway, why don't we stop now and go back to the room to have some fun?"

Sixteen Pigeons suggested.

"No way, I'll have two drinks today."

"That's fine. I haven't had a drink with you in a while."

Moyin immediately released the time stop, and soon Dorothy handed the sugarrush to Moyin.

"My dear, I put a lot of love in it~"

Dorothy said with a smile.

“Then I really savored it.”

Moyin picked up the sugarrush and took a sip.

"How about it?"

Dorothy asked, leaning over the bar with her chin in her hands.

"Pfft, you added your own ingredients to it."

Moyin asked.

"Bingo~ is a service that only dear ones can enjoy~"

Dorothy said with a grin.

“That’s really gratifying.”

Moyin picked up the lemon bar on the snack plate and started eating it.

"Commander, where have you been playing recently? Can you tell us about it?"

Sixteen Pigeons handed the empty glass to Dorothy and then asked.

"I recently went to another world to play around. Most of the royal family there died of illness and are currently undergoing a king selection ceremony. I guess Mi Zhou and I are in the same camp."

Moyin answered.

"Ha, you're all involved, so what else do the others have to choose? Isn't this a direct decision?"

Sixteen Pigeons said jokingly.

"I have no interest in managing the kingdom. It's just an extra job for me, so Mi Zhou and I are just spectators."

Moyin took a sip of sugarrush.

"Oh, that's true. You don't think highly of the position of a mere king of a kingdom. If you want to be one, at least you should be the master of a planet."

Sixteen Pigeons nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, almost."

"Speaking of which, Moyin, I'm suddenly a little curious. If you suppress your strength and speed to 50% lower than mine, who will win in a fight between us?"

The executioner asked curiously after taking a sip of whiskey.

"You don't allow me to use the law?"

"That's definitely not allowed. The rule-based power of law is too abnormal. You are not allowed to use it."

The executioner spoke.

"I don't know. Even if my reflexes can keep up with your attacks, I will lose in the end if my speed can't keep up with your attacks due to the rules."

Moyin thought for a moment and then spoke.

"What if, leaving aside the speed, your strength is only 50% weaker than mine?"

The executioner asked excitedly.

"That's probably me who wins. Even without the rules of swordsmanship, my understanding is better than yours. As long as my attacks land on the weakest point of your blade, your attacks will hardly be effective. The difference in strength can be made up by skills to some extent, unless the gap is absolute. In that case, it is difficult to make up for the speed by skills, because if you can't keep up with the attack speed, you really can't keep up."

Moyin answered.

"Hey, this is the first time I've heard this point of view. Can we continue the discussion?"

The executioner said with interest that she had been an instructor to train the beginner loli in the Silent Silver Kingdom before, and was quite interested in exchanging combat skills.

"Okay, what do you want to ask?"

Faced with the executioner's proposal, Moyin readily agreed. Of course he was very willing to improve the strength of his own family.