The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Oh, it's that dream.

That makes me feel like I've sunk into my dreams.

It's like I've become an orphan I'm not going to.

I was touring the WEB site that day, watching a news article that caught my eye.

That was a common article written by the Economic Newspapers for investors about a company developing a new product.

The new product was a photovoltaic panel using new technology, which, according to the manufacturer, increased the efficiency of electricity generation due to the improvement of the elements, in addition, special processing was carried out on the film on the surface of the panel, and the weather resistance was good.

It was written that the company's proprietary patented technology was a state-of-the-art solar panel with plenty of use, and that the patent was pending.

I felt frightened and I immediately contacted the Patent Office for information.

When I heard him contact me in the mood to pray to God, the patent had indeed been applied for.

The new technology that I thought (in myself) was a genius flash and was studying had been put ahead of the company.

Done.

I thought I'd patented it with this technology and joined some publicly traded companies for a souvenir.

At that time, I was a sloppy, postdoc researcher.

Returning from a long vacation, I looked like a loose shell in the shock of being prepatented.

That's how, remaining relieved, I haven't seen my face in the lab in a long time.

Then the lab didn't have my computer.

"Sorry, while you were resting, you watered your peasy, and it was repaired."

The professor told me what happened to me.

It was because the professor smelled quite a bit of acting odor there.

The professor, even in public as a researcher, was the worst actor.

For a moment, the inside of his head turned bright white, and the next moment he floated in heat like brain cells had an oxidative reaction simultaneously.

Speaking of which, my head boiled with anger.

"Uh... is that right? Then there's nothing you can do today."

"Bad."

"No, please tell me you don't care about xxx. If you seem depressed."

XX You were a senior postdoc who was already thirty-five, and an unusually weak man.

Speaking of which, the company that I thought was patented ahead of me is also the one that comes and goes in this lab frequently.

It seems to be a large and narrow industry, so I didn't think that was inevitable in particular, but the fact that the computer was gone connected the strings.

In the first place, whatever the laptop was, I couldn't imagine the situation a bit that the desktop computer was broken because it was spilled with water.

Anyway, if you poured even water with a hose into an intake fan, you wouldn't normally think it was broken, just because it took a little water.

I might end up wiping it, or in some cases expecting me to dry while I'm away, enough to keep the power off.

But do you want to send it to him for repair without authorization?

I don't even know if the data inside is corrupt.

Nevertheless, it has not yet been decided that my research has been stolen.

Seriously, it could be paranoia.

If you make a scene like that, even if my worries were real, I'd just get slapped and thrown out.

Postdoc's position is like flying if you blow it.

Don't panic, don't panic. I checked my desk as I told myself.

At this university, the research content is to be stored on computers that are addressed to each of them, while backing up to the servers to which they are connected.

Assuming the research was stolen, the research data stored on your computer's SSD would have been completely erased, as would the server backup.

Of course, it's impossible for me to erase even the server backup, but with the administrator privileges of the professor, it's easy.

If both the computer body and the backup data were erased, the very evidence that I was doing that research would disappear.

But I also backed up on a small external SSD connected to the USB.

Previously, when the computer for research was a previous type, and it was an HDD, when the HDD broke down, I completely forgot the password to connect to the server, and luckily the server administrator was hospitalized with an appendix, so it took about a week to reissue, during which time the research stopped going forward.

Since then, while I thought there was a security issue, I had set up a backup for external SSDs as well.

I just had one more SSD salvaged from a broken laptop.

That external SSD should still be stuck to one of the USB hubs and in the desk.

Therefore, the external SSD remained in the desk and was there.

Good.

Luckily it was connected to the USB hub, not directly to the computer, or it was missed.

When I retrieve the external SSD,

"I had an idea while I was on vacation, and I wanted to check it out at the library, do you have any hasty work today?

I asked the professor.

"Hey, it's okay," said the professor, who could usually run errands.

Is it also a burden?

"Well, I'll be there for a bit."

And I left the lab.

Then a week or so later, I took a lawsuit against a school and a company.

He hired a detective for no money, gathered various qualities under the guise of ignorance in a recorder, and was also exposed to the payment of a mysterious advisory fee from the company to the professor, consulting a lawyer and prosecuting him.

Originally, it's hard to pick up a win at a trial like this.

The stolen side insists that "technology has been developed voluntarily," because it is decidedly difficult to gather evidence to deny it.

But in my case, the corporate side made a mistake.

The data I was filing for the patent application contained exactly the same data that I calculated in the experiment.

Even if you get data that tends to be similar, it's obviously odd that the exact same data up to the decimal point of the threshold comes out of an experiment you did with another device in another lab.

Companies that had shown that they did not pay a single sentence for vita also appeared to have come to this.

As it turned out, I didn't win, but I didn't lose.

It was an indication.

On the university side and on the corporate side, you will be paid a separate fee, and I compromised on that.

I can't play and live my whole life, but I can play and live for the time being, and I got about half my salaried lifetime wage.

Stick around and take away the patent, it only lasts twenty years anyway, and it doesn't come in with the money to play with for the rest of your life.

I thought this would be fine because it's not necessarily possible for individuals to properly collect patent fees.

But when I lost my job, the world was cold.

"If there's no research, there's nothing wrong with you. He's got a bad personality, he's boring to talk to, and he sounds stupid."

When she came to the house, she said as she collected her own baggage that she had placed at home.

I thought you were absolutely right, too.

There was no objection.

I didn't have a friend named Friend, and he's got a bad personality and he's boring to talk to.

And I was sure he looked like an idiot, such as a man who got thrown out of rubbing with the lab and got genuinely unemployed.

At the same time, it hurt me oddly to think it was thought that way after all.

"Well, then, goodbye."

"Right. I'll be clean."

I was convinced that you were right, but I also remembered my anger.

I guess this guy doesn't care how much he hurts the guy who dumped him, as if he were going to shame his journey.

If there was a concept of kindness to humans, I thought there was no woman farther from kindness than this woman.

If you think you've been hot on a woman for the first time in your life, this is it.

Was it even a misunderstanding because it was a research job at a famous university?

The future is professor or something, promising stock.

Nothing. Postdoc is not a future research profession, and it's hopeless to become an assistant professor instead.

If I didn't succeed in producing results from independent research, if I could be a lecturer at a third-rate university, I would have been in the place of thanksgiving.

I still thought I was a good woman to follow.

I misunderstood on my own.

It was outrageous.

"Clean? Actually, I got paid to spend the rest of my life playing with talk money. I can't help it, I'll use it alone."

When I said that, she looked blatant, not knowing that she had been paid to talk.

When I pushed her outside the apartment, I closed the door.

My chest feces quickly got worse after my chest got a little scurvy.

What a little man to lie like a kid in a vanity and be happy to see and see.

Now I'm just like that dame.

I felt like I had fallen to the bottom of something I couldn't help, so I got upset and hit the wall.

The cheap wallpaper cracked and I was angry because of the stupidity of what I was doing.

Are you sure you want to go on a trip?

When I loaded my car's 250cc bike with clothes, tents and sleeping bags, I ran off in the middle of the day.

Running to Niigata without even going, he boarded a ferry in Hing and went all the way to Hokkaido, where he returned three weeks later.

I returned not because I missed my home, but because I was suddenly awakened to the act of traveling in the country.

Hokkaido was beautiful, but while running within Japan, Moya Moya, stuck in her chest, did not disappear.

When I cancelled my apartment, I moved to the owner's house, which was my mother's home, and before I even unloaded it, I moved into a backpacker.

I took an air flight from Haneda to Taoyuan, Taiwan, and started my journey there.

I walked flat all over the place to re-bake my adolescence.

He traveled from Taiwan to China, from India to Israel, through Istanbul to Spain.

From there, he crossed to the United States and returned to Japan from LAX.

I haven't been home in a year, and when I was happy with my journey, I had nothing more to do.

I spent days drowning in the internet, games and book readings, quietly drowning and rotting like a forgotten vegetable in the fridge.

When I woke up, I could see the dorm ceiling.

A dream.

Look at your palm and confirm.

White, tiny hands.

Not an adult hand with yellow skin.

Hmm.

When you wake up, your skin is covered with clothes that are creepy with disgusting sweat.

"Are you all right? It's been a long time."

Speak from the next bed.

Looking at you, there was Carol.

Wake up all at once.

Or blued.

"... why are you here"

"Because this is my bed"

Oh, speaking of which, it's like I've heard that story before.

The other roommate said it was His Royal Highness Carol.

At that time, he said, "Hmm, you just got a room for once, and you're never going to be able to use it again anyway. You made a fortune with your big room," I only thought.

What do the Royal Castle folks think about letting them stay in a room full of really men?

A bunch of idiots.

But this guy wasn't here last night.

There was no Dora either.

I'm off today, so the one with my parents in Wang Capital often goes home and stays there.

So I should have slept alone yesterday.

That means Carol must have come in the middle of the night or in the morning.

Either that or I don't use it anyway, so I thought I'd let you use it, and I put my school baggage on Carol's bed as I please.

I wonder where he went.

I wonder if Carol dumped me out of a butch.

When I looked around, they were on my desk, aligned with the chicken.

Carefully, the clothes are folded and everything else is loaded.

Oh, good.

Carol of the day, wearing a bright white top and bottom like a pyjama, is flat on her bed and hush-hushed.

It's a natural face to be here.

No, it's this guy's bed, so it's obvious...

It's dangerous.

After all, it's no matter how many times I think about it, it's obvious or anything.

Haven't you tried to stop him?

Or do you think me and Dora are cheap cards?

……

Come to think of it, before Dora and I had a fight, I was a soothing, calm kid, and even more so, I was the chief.

And Dolla is a fucking kid, but she's a kid from a Kingsguard executive somehow.

You thought it was a cheap card and made me and Dora your roommates.

Another room up to five seats, what a garbage-like rule compared to Carol's safety.

I see.

For one reason.

Looking out, it was still before dawn, and it was dim.

Carol, who sat on the bed while he was in Hussein, said to the pretend,

"Nevertheless, what kind of dreams were you having?"

I've heard that.

"... it's a dream where a woman flirts with me"

And I answered honestly.

"What...? When a woman swings at you, you embark on a journey?

Carol says with a small neck.

That.

Is there no custom like that?

"Well, the woman didn't just flirt with me. When I fired my job and got unemployed, I was dumped like garbage by a woman, so I went on a journey where everything was empty."

"Hmm...... I'm not sure"

Are you not sure?

Different cultures?

I think it's a typical story inside to get fired and dumped by a woman and go on a journey in tears.

"I know it's a shame you lost your job, but why are you so shocked that a woman dumped you"

"Well... you're shocked we were dating"

"Really? Isn't that more of a relief?

"Relief?"

Do I have to be horrible in this country if a woman flirts with me?

It is an incomprehensible culture.

'Cause that woman's a piece of shit.

Carol slashed and threw away the bastard.

Crumbs.

That's what I used to think and get angry about.

Especially when you are in Hokkaido, you are entitled to half because you were in a de facto marital state. When you get an email saying something like that.

"But a man is unemployed, so you're not so much a scum"

"Hmm? Oh, it's not"

What's the difference?

"When it comes to choosing who to marry, it's a shame to exclude the first man."

Heh...

I don't know what "doesn't" mean.

"It's a woman in this case, but even a woman would basically remain the same"

I don't know.

Is scraping a kind of jargon in Germany?

"Mother said that the man who wanted to marry me, seeing something other than being a crowd, was a piece of junk"

"Heh."

I'm kind of good at it.

Every time I think, why are you so good at this guy?

But Her Majesty seems to say a lot of tough things.

What if they tell me to despise you when they see you in the future?

"You know why?

I don't know.

"Well, don't you see?"

So why are you so happy?

Do you know where home training comes from?

"A man like that, either in his beauty or in his position, but when he loses the stuff he's attracted to, he's distracted. If my heart goes away, he betrays the woman. Don't let that kind of man be your husband."

Grr......

I get stuck.

Or somehow I feel like I'm being personality attacked.

It's not about me, but it's kind of like they say they hate me in the dark...

"But if you're getting married alone, that's not it. Even if I lose my throne, I'll never be me again. I don't have to worry about being betrayed unless I'm a jerk myself"

Simple and clear reason.

"Well, that's true."

It makes sense.

Instead, there may be a hundred or so.

"But it's hard to pinch that. Even when a man looks at his face and body, he says he loves his heart."

Carol was kind of snorting at me.

You have no idea what that means......

"And you have a strange dream. I haven't even dated a woman yet, but I didn't expect to be caught and thrown away by a nasty woman. Have you read a novel or something?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

Is that what I'm going to do?

This is a novel story.

I wonder how good it would have been if it had been.

"Phew."

So why are you so good at it?

What do you think, my guess is in the right place? Do it. Feel like it.

"I don't know why you're here. I don't know how many beds are available, but my daughter-in-law won't be here."

What if a fucking kid fucks you?

Not yet, but in a few more years, we're gonna be in serious danger.

"What, you say that too"

Keep a decent face.

Then the other ones told you the same thing.

"You're like a jizzy one."

What is Jijii?

Given my mental age, it's odd to say, but rude.

"If we deepen our friendship with future knights, there's no point in coming to the cavalry."

Did you have that aim after all?

You think well as a child.

"You can go deeper in the penitentiary."

"We'll go deeper in the penitentiary. Thank you. I'd like you to stay over there. But this one is more important to me."

Apparently, a cavalry is more important than a correctional institution.

You didn't go into the cavalry for nothing.

I wouldn't be wrong to judge you either.

Needless to say, we are not in the kind of situation where priority is given to studying internal affairs as we do in correctional institutions.

"Well, good luck with that. I'll wash my face."

"If you wash it, it's a good idea."

Ikkioku?

I said, "I'm an Ikkioku."

"You've decided to play chess."

Oh, one station.

I didn't know because it was so abrupt.

What is decided?

When was it decided?

It is a mystery.

"Why me?"

"The dorm reputation says you're the strongest, I'm here to take you down today. Huhun."

………

What kind of free man is that?

Well, I wouldn't mind hanging out with him for a bit.

"Something else would be nice... You're probably the type who likes chess so much."

"Oh, you like it, I love it"

"Right."

Something's wrong, don't smell the same as Luke.

I hope that's my fault.