D Genesis, 3 Years after Dungeon Appeared

The headquarters of the World Dungeon Association (WDA) borrowed two floors of the United Nations Headquarters building from its founding history.

Even though the bureaux were sometimes small, they had branches near cooperating agencies around the world, but now the headquarters building was under construction on the land just south (* 1), and it was time to move and reorganize the bureaux.

The DFA (Food Administration of the Department of Food Administration) was created next to White Oak, Maryland, and Ducalais Park, Palma, Italy, only for positions of importance to humankind.

The former cooperates with the US FDA and the latter with the EU EFSA (European Food Safety Agency).

"No matter how many times I look at it, I can only think of it as a bad joke."

At DFA headquarters overlooking the East River, Nathan Argyle, the chief researcher, accidentally spilled material from the PO (Patent Office of the Intellectual Property Office) as a matter of urgency and importance.

April Fool should be more than a month away.

"Mr. Argyle, what's going on?

The assistant, Silky-Subway, looked at him and asked.

Everyone close to her called her Silky, but after puberty, she liked monotone clothing, and she didn't like the way she was called to remind her of the ghosts and fairies. Of course, I've never shown such a thing.

Now I don't have to worry about it anymore, and the day after spending the whole night in research, when I saw it in the glass with a monotone dress, I smiled bitterly at it because it was silky.

Ever since I first met her, Nathan has called her Miss Subway so hard that she hasn't changed the way she calls her since she got close.

She has grown fond of being called a hard mistake from his mouth. Similarly, she called him Mr. Argyle, but the researchers around her worried that he might not be getting along well.

Of course, both of them were not listening to such noise, so in a sense, it might be a relationship that could be said to be a binding lid on a cracked pot.

"No, I've been checking the application information submitted to the PO...."

That's unusual.

It is the department's job to check and manage the safety of foods produced from dungeons, but so far, there are not many items produced from dungeons that are assumed to be eaten.

Everyone thought that full operation would begin after the shallow drop after the 500 million registered.

For this reason, it was currently free to subcontract safety tests from cooperating agencies.

"Speaking of which, did Miss Subway specialize in molecular biology?

"Yes"

"What do you think of this?

Nathan re-opened the monitor document she was looking at on her tablet and gave it to her.

There, the PO application form, written in a regular format, was clipped.

"D Factor?

"Yes, according to the submitter, the dungeon has its own management mechanism and manages the objects belonging to the dungeon."

"If you call it the management of monster repos, I think it's reasonable to assume that there is such a system."

"Exactly the game system. So the source of the control function is what the submitters named Factor D."

The root of the management function? Silky didn't know what it meant.

Is it like electricity? No, even in a computer society, we wouldn't call it root. Is it like an AI as an administrator? No, it's weird to call it a factor or something.

"Does it look like something translated as" magic elements "in the translation of dungeon inscriptions?

The hypothesis that magic elements are involved in magic activation has already been developed and has been studied.

However, the number of people who have acquired magical skills is very small, and it is mostly a VIP in dungeon tactics. In addition, if you let your consciousness run wild in an experiment, you can easily kill the experimenter unconsciously. I had heard that there was not a single probe in the brain and that the research was not proceeding slowly.

"According to the submitter, the D factor is used not only for magic, but also for the composition of objects in any dungeon. It seems to me like an atom that can freely change its composition."

"I don't know what that is again... it's a very dreamy story."

Nathan gave a dull smile at the way she chose words that were too reluctant.

I mean, she said, "Aren't you stupid? And I said,

"If what it says is true, I can imagine that dungeons are creating everything by freely configuring D factors....."

"If you come that far, you can only hear the story."

"But if it's just a story, I won't be sent from the PO to here in an urgent and most important way. Even if that's what the President of the United States said."

In other words, it was judged reasonable.

And as a PO, I want to make up for the details and confirm the results. And as soon as possible.

I immediately understood why this was so by looking at the documents that had been submitted.

"But if that's the case, I don't know why they're sending it to us. I think DD is the department of Dungeon."

"That's why you can read the rest of it. That patent is not about Factor D. That part is merely an explanation of assumptions."

Silky turned the page quickly through the description of the hypothesis.

Then I read the abstract that was written on it and I was about to accidentally remove the tablet.

"D... evolution?

Nathan nodded loudly with a grip.

"Yes, the main part of that patent is that what belongs to our reality goes through a process called D evolution and is integrated into the management of the dungeon."

"Does that mean... that if you die, you can make a person to lip?!

"If you accept it at face value, it's possible."

That said, he shrugged slightly, winning the prestige of a calm adult now, but he was actually a man who grew up in British Punk.

With the formation of Dumdo and the Sex Pistols, he lived in the world and was a boy with good grades, but somehow sympathetic to the rye fields.

Then, during puberty, I met a punk and was knocked out with one shot of its intense impact. In other words, he was a cook with acne disease at that time.

Afterwards, when the world was passionate about Spencer Elden, who was about to jump into a dollar's food in the water, and there was a difference (* 2) between the most famous maker and the listener in rock history, he said, "Grange? They're twisting the shit out of me who can't keep up with the punk." In short, he spoiled it.

Though it was that type, he was smart enough to go anywhere he wanted to go to college, with other people's money. He made a proper compromise between himself and society, went through his career smoothly, and now he is here.

There was no way that he could have remained an adult, with the possibility that he appeared in front of his eyes and could only be described as a fantasy.

There was something nasty, but very beautiful and sexy lying there, named the unknown possibility. Seducing him in a body like a lump of pheromones was a powerful stimulus to something similar to the impulse to puberty's irresistible nature.

"I don't know if the most lipped person has the original human memory."

Well, that's...

While hammering at the possibility of such a dream story, she turned the page further.

So I looked at another patent related to that patent and the contents of the report that accompanied it, and I opened my eyes a lot.

That's exactly why they sent him here.

It was strictly accompanied by "Lips of in-dungeon crops and conversion of current crops to in-dungeon crops" and was awaiting evaluation by outside experts.

"Miss Subway"

"Yes, yes."

"Get your plane tickets now."

Are you going to Tokyo?

She looked at the applicant for a patent and said so.

"That's right. There's a farm in that report."

"But you can't just throw away a quick job... you can't get permission to move right away."

"Mmm... I'll put the scratch on right away. And then, right away. Please fly as soon as possible."

He resumed his work in order to keep abreast of the clutter.

"How can we not see for ourselves the problems that remain in the history of mankind? They say chances are like birds. Do you want to come with me?

The words were asked without raising her face, but her answer was fixed from the beginning.