"Have you heard of non-resonant lasers?"

"I've only heard of them."

A laser that can trap light in something shaped like a fish trap.

Not mainstream, more of a hipster laser.

"But why do you ask?"

"We could trap foreign gods that way too. Gravitational waves are waves like light, after all."

Hmm.

"It's incomparable to resonance methods that have various limitations in size and angle. The manufacturing difficulty would be high, but if successful, it could solve our problem."

It meant we could imprison more foreign gods.

At this point, I carefully asked after reading the situation.

"So, you're suggesting we create a new trap for foreign gods, beyond the resonator research we're currently doing?"

"That's correct, student."

"We'd need experts in condensed matter physics for that."

And many other things would be required.

Capital, manpower, proposals for government submission, patent applications, securing raw material routes, laboratory expansion, equipment rental.

Above all.

Verification of business feasibility.

If money is poured in but no results come out, the higher-ups will be furious.

But what can I do?

Theoretical physicist trait: Throwing practical sense to the dogs and only examining whether something is possible or not.

And the examination result.

Possible.

Absolutely possible.

"In my view, despite some disadvantages, it would be more cost-effective than resonators."

"It can be miniaturized, and mass-produced if we find the right materials."

There was much to discuss with Professor Feynman.

It's wishful thinking, but...

This is what theoretical physicists do.

And it's through such endeavors that breakthroughs happen.

Feynman and I grinned at each other, which made Professor Stranov visibly annoyed.

"What's this? Why are you two having a private conversation without me?"

"Professor Stranov."

"...Yes, what is it?"

"We still have plenty to discuss."

"Yes?"

"May I borrow your husband for a while?"

"?"

Your husband is amazing.

***

I know someone influential in condensed matter physics and foreign god biology.

What kind of work does this person do?

They torture avatar bodies with metamaterials and Darwin crystals. In the foreign god biology field, there are only a few people who make a living from writing, and this person is one of them.

What's their name?

Director Angela Hueritia of the Southern Life Research Institute.

Hueritia.

A familiar surname.

"So she's the mother of Miss Hueritia, who was your academy classmate."

Sonia asked various questions while styling my hair with mousse.

"Are you expanding your research again?"

"That's why I'm going to meet someone now."

It took three days to get an OK after sending an email to such a busy person. Considering how obsessively researchers check their emails, that's quite late.

"What about Zernya?"

"She returned to school."

"Is it already the start of term?"

Time flies so fast.

After this semester and the next one pass, Rustila, Seti, and the others will come up to college next year.

That's when the main story begins.

After enduring Zernya's schemes comes Seti. Soon the family head succession battle will erupt, and the child goes crazy after being expelled from the family.

The eldest brother, being an intelligent bastard, kills his half-sibling and mother too. What a dysfunctional family.

Let's say I've prevented that.

Oh my, what's next? The Descartes' second-in-command invades from the eastern front?

At that time, two Great Omega class individuals lose their heads and become host vegetables.

Let's say I've prevented that too.

Then Darwin's boss invades from the south.

Damn. This one tears the Aether Belt. And Naiere and Rustila die by their hand. The Rheinland and Hueritia families are also exterminated then.

Hmm, let's say I've prevented that too.

Next is Descartes' boss. This one is Cartesia's father.

Invasion from all directions: east, west, south, and north.

The "Foreign God Slayer" story I read ends there. Because the author kills the protagonist at that point.

As a result, we never even get to see Laplace's Forces.

At that time, I closed the page thinking, "Wow, this is cosmic horror!" But damn, why did I have to be reincarnated into this?

Anyway, I was now face to face with the original author.

"How are you feeling?"

"..."

"Are you hurting anywhere?"

No response.

I sat down in the chair without thinking. A sigh, from whose mouth I couldn't tell, was heard.

"I can't... take this... anymore."

The protagonist speaks.

"Being... so powerless... like this."

A month?

Two months?

I've forgotten how long it's been since I kidnapped, imprisoned, and interrogated our original author who gave us that terrible ending.

It's July now, and she came here in February, so... Ah, she's been tied up for five months.

Unable to do anything.

Never feeling the sunshine.

"I'm... really... just living because I can't die. Taking the capsule is too painful and scary, so I only do it right before seeing those bastards' things."

"..."

"Really, now death would be the end. That foreign god bastard, despite being vicious, doesn't seem to have the ability to rewind time here."

"..."

"This time I'm tied up here listening to physics lessons from some pervert. I want to go out and do something, use my abilities, destroy everything. But I can't."

Hmm.

"Hah, fine."

She sighs.

"I can see you're a different person, and something is different. Even though I don't know who you are, and I've been betrayed too many times to trust you completely... you know what I mean, right?"

"Of course."

"My head hurts, and the constellation says it's fine but never stops crying. It feels like all kinds of screams are scratching my entire body, and there are mountains of events I need to prevent, and why, why was I born with this constitution?"

There's no guarantee that a protagonist must be strong.

Rather, in this genre, they must appear weak. It's a genre that's established by constantly breaking down, going crazy, and being in awe.

However, for the novel to continue for a long time, mental stability must be maintained.

It's a contradictory strength.

"And now I'm tied up in a place like this, forgetting what day it is."

"..."

She raises her head and...

"I'm tired now."

...pleads as if spitting out the words.

Save me.

"I don't care what happens from now on."

Save me.

"Just, end it here."

Save me.

"If you're not 'Eidel,' that trash, then you can show at least some mercy."

Save me.

"Please, kill me."

Please, save me.

The original author, the protagonist, shouted.

To put an end to the entire process of 13.2 million years, with an average lifespan of 15 years repeated 880,000 times, spent in solitude.

Because resonator research and all that seems like chasing clouds.

No.

Simply.

Because she wants to irresponsibly run away. No, because she never wanted to bear such responsibility in the first place, didn't need to, being a fragile and weak human.

But.

It's a request that can't be granted by sword, medicine, or money.

"Alright."

Only.

A pen.

Only the person holding the pen can grant this request.

"From now on, just count to 600,000 seconds."

I placed my finger on Ireh's forehead and whispered.

"When you finish counting, I'll definitely end it for you."

***

"Whew."

While I was engrossed in studying non-resonant laser papers in the lobby, a crisp whistle tickled my ear.

A petite woman came trotting over with her mint-green hair fluttering.

Safety goggles on her forehead.

An oversized lab coat on her shoulders.

Her collar fluttered before she stopped gracefully like a butterfly.

I slightly lowered my head to exchange greetings with her.

"It's an honor to meet you, Director."

"Hello! You must be Eidel?"

A quite distinctive appearance. I indirectly know this person.

The mother of Mezulen Hueritia, one of the main characters,

The director of the Southern Foreign God Biology Research Institute,

The owner of a modest 150cm frame,

The mistress of the Hueritia family, masters of foreign god biology,

And my joker card for the next leap forward.

From now on, I'm going to thoroughly exploit everything this person has.

"I've heard a lot about you from my daughter. She says you're an incredible genius?"

"I wouldn't go as far as genius."

"So modest. A college student who's published two papers as first author in <Universe>?"

"Hahaha..."

I laughed awkwardly as we walked.

By the time we reached the director's office, Director Hueritia twirled around and slid open the door. Through the wide-open door gap, I could see a mountain of large minerals.

They were a collection of gems that emitted various colors while giving a feeling of attraction.

"Trapezohedron..."

"...with chiral priority."

This wasn't in the original work.

A substance that couldn't be seen from the protagonist's perspective.

The director walked over with heavy steps and picked up a scalene polyhedron piece. Despite holding it with her hands, she didn't get infected by foreign gods or anything like that.

[— The foreign gods in your head widen their eyes.]

[— The 'God of Wisdom and Curiosity' sparkles with interest.]

While I was wondering about the principle behind this, Director Hueritia began her explanation.

"Even with the same compound, there are some that polarize light in opposite directions when illuminated. Ketamine would be a representative example, right?"

"Ketamine is a drug, isn't it?"

"That's right. One is used as an anesthetic, but the other one, which appears when reflected in a mirror, is a toxin that induces anxiety symptoms. Do you know what these are called?"

Optical isomers.

In physicists' terms, materials that show parity symmetry.

Left-handed and right-handed.

Just as a right hand becomes a left hand when reflected in a mirror, the effect of scalene polyhedra on humans differs depending on whether they're left-handed or right-handed, according to her claim.

"Left-handed scalene polyhedra are ones inhabited by foreign gods. They're dangerous and should never be touched."

"I would think so."

"On the other hand, right-handed scalene polyhedra are amazing new materials. You can change the dielectric constant and permeability as you wish, and by stacking them in regular structures, you can transform them into metamaterials with various properties. They even have topological properties, so if done right, they can be used variously as semiconductors, insulators, or superconductors. With these, you could make the 'trap' you mentioned in your email."

Her claims had already been established as theory through experiments and were on the verge of patent application.

But they were stopped right at that point.

"The Foreign God Management Bureau absolutely won't give permission. They say how can we use dangerous, unverified materials in industrial settings."

"...I would say the same if I were them."

The process itself is suspicious from the beginning.

Scalene polyhedra are objects from higher dimensions, so they can't be obtained in a natural state.

Then one should try to get the original scalene polyhedron and manipulate it well to change its parity.

But people who encounter scalene polyhedra definitely get infected.

If infected, they go crazy.

And if crazy, they can't conduct research.

"It's a contradiction... that's what you're thinking, right?"

Director Hueritia sat on the desk and smiled gently.

"There are ways."

Interpretation: You don't need to know.

"As scientists, shouldn't we always explore new possibilities? It might be scary at first, but sometimes we need the spirit to challenge boldly. That's how knowledge is pioneered."

"Director."

"Yes, what is it?"

"Did you experiment on people?"