The Ability to Shift Anything is Convenient, Even in Another World!

Soru understood the sheer power of a celestial body like the sun. To most people, it was simply a ball of fire, hot enough to illuminate a planet and sustain life. But to those who studied its nature, it was far more than just a glowing orb suspended in the sky.

When two lighter elements violently fused into a heavier one, an immense burst of energy was released in a fraction of a second. This triggered a chain reaction, radiating power in all directions. Deep within the sun’s core, this process repeated endlessly, sustaining its brilliance for millions of years.

Soru had only learned about this in middle school. Before that, all he knew was that the sun was unbearably hot and provided the heat necessary for life on Earth. But once he grasped the sheer destructive force behind it, he swore never to harness such power unless absolutely necessary.

No one on Earth had ever forced him to that extent, so he never saw its true potential in action.

That changed when he arrived in this world. Against a formidable opponent—the Wildfire Dragon, Veylir—he was finally pushed to use it. For the first time, he witnessed its devastating effects firsthand as the dragon perished in an instant.

Even though Veylir absorbed most of the attack with her Ultimate-class ability, Thermal Absorption, the explosion remained visible to all who saw it. By sacrificing her aeon reserves to reinforce her defense, her body narrowly avoided complete vaporization. However, the dragon scales that had borne the maximum concentration of the ability’s effects were reduced to ash.

After that battle, Soru decided to keep it as his ultimate trump card. Its overwhelming force seemed unbeatable—something no one could survive once unleashed.

But now, that belief was shattered.

Despite being grievously wounded, Adeptus still managed to come out from hiding beyond the physical space, collapsing onto the white sands several meters away. Its body was horrifically deformed, with only the head remaining recognizable. Yet, even in that state, the monster still moved. With its right arm, it began dragging itself forward.

Although Adeptus’ body was being restored by High-End Regeneration, the intense radiation from the explosion continuously destroyed its cells, slowing the healing process.

Soru watched in silence as the monster dragged itself toward him, its body ravaged by severe radiation poisoning. He observed its newly regrown limbs melting away like liquefied flesh, releasing toxic fumes as they decayed.

Fortunately for Adeptus, Reactive Selection worked to counteract the radiation, allowing its body to gradually adapt. Though the process was slow, the monster was steadily resisting the lethal energy coursing through it.

After some time, Adeptus regrew its limbs and pushed itself upright. Its left arm remained missing, but that didn’t stop it from facing Soru once more.

Soru simply stared at the grotesque figure before him.

"Hahhh... Hahhh..."

Adeptus panted, exhaustion finally catching up to it. The reconstruction of its body had drained nearly all of its aeon reserves.

To recover, the monster began absorbing aeon directly from the atmosphere. Soru remained unaware of this, unable to sense aeon himself. Minutes later, Adeptus had fully restored its reserves and immediately used Exile to hide once more.

The moment the monster vanished, Soru wasted no time. He unleashed the sun’s energy once more, directing its destructive force toward Adeptus. The explosion tore through the monster’s body, forcing it to confront the explosion head-on. This time, however, Reactive Selection prioritized adapting to the explosion’s force rather than the radiation.

“Hm...?”

Soru narrowed his eyes as he observed the monster's current state. Despite being obliterated, Adeptus’ body began regenerating faster than before. Just as the monster was about to fully restore itself, Soru struck again, channeling the sun’s energy without pause.

Adeptus writhed under the relentless assault. It pushed Reactive Selection to its limits, focusing entirely on adapting to the explosion’s sheer force. But the energy was too overwhelming—the adaptation couldn’t keep up.

For a full minute, Soru bombarded the monster with nuclear-level devastation in a constant pace. Then, something caught his attention. The connection between him and Adeptus—the Second Limiter's line—was thinning. Realizing the strain it had placed on the monster, he finally halted the onslaught.

“That should be enough.”

A moment later, Adeptus reappeared right in front of him—then collapsed.

The monster was still conscious, but its body refused to move. The ceaseless explosions had pushed it to its limits, leaving it too drained to stand.

The monster lay battered, half of its body melting like wax. Its complexion had worsened, looking far more deteriorated than before.

"Uuuuu..."

Though Reactive Selection was a formidable ability, it had its limits. It could adapt to any threat, but only one task at a time.

When Soru bombarded Adeptus with the sun’s energy, the monster prioritized adapting to the explosive force rather than resisting the radiation’s cellular destruction. Because of that, the radiation had gone unchecked, accumulating way beyond anything a biological being could endure. Over the course of a minute, it intensified to a degree that shattered molecular bonds inside the monster’s body.

Soru immediately sensed the radiation leaking from Adeptus.

Is that the radiation? Better keep it contained inside…

He began to transfer all the escaping radiation back into the monster, trapping it within. The deadly energy continued ravaging Adeptus' body, breaking it down at an accelerated rate.

Desperate, the monster activated Reactive Selection to counteract the radiation poisoning while using High-End Regeneration to restore its collapsing form. It absorbed the radiation at an exponential rate, struggling to develop an immunity before its body failed completely.

Soru approached slowly, unfazed by the monster’s suffering. He saw no sign of improvement—Adeptus was reaching its limit.

On the other hand, Adeptus was on high alert. Its abilities were consuming aeon at a rapid pace, nearly depleting its reserves. It attempted to draw more from the atmosphere, but its weakened state left it unable to gather energy as fast as it was being drained.

Soru stopped in front of the struggling monster. Adeptus lifted its gaze—and froze.

The human's cold, piercing eyes bore into its mind, stripping away every ounce of resistance. A shiver ran through its body. For the first time, Adeptus felt truly insignificant—like an ant before an immovable mountain.

"Give up."

Soru’s words cut through its very soul.

In an instant, the monster’s will to fight shattered. Reality struck with a cruel finality—defeating this being was impossible.

Adeptus let out a guttural roar, the sound filled with bitterness and humiliation. 

"RAAAAAGGGGHHH!!"

This defeat was far more devastating than any it had suffered, even in its battle at the Dwarven Kingdom decades ago.

Adeptus began to burn its remaining life force, converting it into aeon to activate Reactive Selection one last time. It forcibly adapted its vocal cords, pushing them beyond their limits while ignoring the remaining radiation that still breaking down its body.

"Vraaahh! Vagghh... vaghhh!"

With death closing in, Adeptus frantically recalled every dialect it had absorbed over centuries of existence. It knew its opponent was human—so it forced itself to shape the only words that only humans could understand.

"H-hyu... m-m-man..."

Soru was taken aback upon hearing the monster speak for the first time. He met Adeptus' gaze, his expression unchanged, and listened to its final words.

"...M-m-monst...er-rr..."

The moment those words left its mouth, Adeptus’ body began to morph. Though it had successfully adapted to the radiation and absorbed it entirely, its life force had been drained to the very last drop. With nothing left to sustain it, the monster reverted to its original spherical form.

Soru watched as the glowing line connecting him to Adeptus faded. Moments later, the orb shattered into fragments before crumbling into dust.

He stared at the remains for a brief moment, then turned away. It was over. The strongest Disaster-class monster to ever exist—had been slain by his own hands.

A gentle breeze brushed against his cheek. He glanced eastward and saw the sun sinking toward the horizon.

"It took longer than expected..."

With that, Soru set off, following the lines of those he knew. As he walked through the forest, his eyes wandered over the destruction left in the wake of their battle.

He moved in silence.

...

"Sir Alguis, the barricades have been repaired and are ready!"

"Umu. Return to your position and prepare for the next wave!"

The swordsman nodded and quickly sprinted away to carry out the order. As Alguis cleaved through a monster’s head with his weapon, his gaze shifted to the distance, where Reika fought off a pack of Rabid Wolves with her spear. Her fluid, precise movements caught him off guard.

"To think her spear proficiency was this high... It suits her well!"

Meanwhile, Reika scanned the battlefield. Only a handful of monsters remained. Rather than dragging out the fight, she decided to finish them all at once.

<Chains of Imprisonment!>

Thick chains erupted from the ground, wrapping tightly around every remaining Rabid Wolf in the area.

"I'll leave the rest on you, guys!"

The swordsmen erupted in cheers.

"Woo-hoo!"

"Thank you, Miss Reika!"

Reika gave a brief nod before hurrying off. As soon as she left, the warriors finished off the immobilized monsters, bringing the wave to an end.

"Hmm... Your level of spearmanship is already the same as mine, huh? As I thought, experience is key to further improvement," Veylir said with a nod.

"Could you tell me where the goblins are now? I heard they arrived..."

Veylir pointed her tiny claws toward the left side of the settlement.

"They're over there, recuperating."

"Uh-huh..."

"Ah! I forgot to mention that there are orcs—"

Veylir stopped mid-sentence as she realized Reika had already rushed off.

"At least let me finish my sentence first!"

With a sigh, Veylir followed after her, heading toward the area where the goblins were recovering.

Upon arrival, Reika scanned the group. Many of the goblins were badly injured. Among them, she noticed a few unfamiliar figures—larger, more imposing. These were the orcs that Gobuchiki and Soru had rescued earlier.

"I forgot to mention that we rescued some orcs along with the goblins," Veylir said as she caught up to Reika.

"I see..."

Reika took in the sight of the wounded, their injuries severe and numerous. Without hesitation, she stepped forward.

"Lay all the injured in a line!"

The goblins and orcs stared at her in surprise. But once her words registered—thanks to her Translator ability—they quickly obeyed.

As the wounded were arranged, Reika moved to the center of the group and closed her eyes.

 <Heal>

Suddenly, faint green lights flickered across the wounded, illuminating their injuries. Before everyone's eyes, the wounds began to mend, slowly but surely. A hush fell over the crowd as amazement took hold.

"Woah..."

Even Geruldo was stunned. Among the orc tribe, none of them possessed the ability to heal fatal wounds. Seeing such power from a human left him in awe.

"T-thank you, kind human!" one of them told her.

Reika heard their heartfelt gratitude and smiled warmly.

"You're welcome!"

A stunned silence followed. For the monsters gathered there, this was unprecedented. Humans viewed them as lesser beings—yet here was one treating their wounds without hesitation.

As Reika basked in the moment, movement ahead caught her attention. A head peeked from behind a nearby wall. Their eyes met for an instant before the figure hastily ducked back into hiding.

"What was he doing over there?"

Geruldo stepped forward, his expression serious as he addressed Reika.

"He's... a heavily injured soldier of mine."

Reika's eyes widened at his words.

"But I thought these were all the injured ones..."

Geruldo sighed. "He lost his arm during our fight with Adeptus. He doesn’t want to trouble you with it—especially since regenerating lost limbs requires a higher-class ability."

Reika exhaled, glancing at the orc who had hidden himself away.

"I can manage that without any issues. In fact, it doesn’t bother me at all!"

A female goblin hesitantly stepped forward.

"W-we appreciate your kindness, human. B-but what you've done is already more than enough. Pushing our luck any further would be too much!"

The monsters refused to speak further. Seeing this, Reika didn’t argue. Instead, she silently walked toward the wall.

When she arrived, she froze.

It wasn’t just one orc missing a limb—there were several, including a goblin with severe injuries.

"This...!"

Without hesitation, Reika placed her hand on the orc’s severed arm and closed her eyes.

Veylir’s eyes widened in shock as realization struck.

"Don't tell me...!"

She’s going to use Restore Heal! That’s an Ultimate-class ability!

<Restore Heal>

Everyone stood in stunned silence as they watched the orc’s lost arm regenerate before their eyes. Even the orc himself was speechless.

"My arm...!"

He clenched his regrown fist, feeling the warmth of blood coursing through it. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears welled up in his eyes. Reika noticed and smiled softly, relieved.

Without wasting time, she moved to the next injured individuals. One by one, she restored what had been lost. Some had only lost an arm, while others had suffered far worse. The last goblin she healed had lost all three limbs, leaving only its right leg intact.

By the time she finished, Reika noticed something unexpected—the goblins and orcs were in tears.

"Eh?"

She blinked, caught off guard.

Then, the orc warriors bowed their heads even lower. Their posture radiated not just gratitude but deep determination and reverence.

"We are indebted to your benevolence, human! Not only did you grant us refuge in your settlement, but you also restored our wounded brothers!"

Reika let out a small, embarrassed laugh, shaking her head with a grin.

"It's fine, it's fine!"

Hearing all these compliments is kind of embarrassing…

"No need to be so formal, everyone! We're at war—saving each other's skin is a must!"

The monsters looked at her, sensing the sincerity in her words. There was no hesitation, no trace of discrimination in her kind eyes—only a genuine desire to help.

"Thank you, truly!" one of the goblins said, wiping away her tears.

Their heartfelt moment was suddenly interrupted. A swordsman came sprinting toward them, his expression tense with urgency. The shift in atmosphere was immediate—everyone fell silent, waiting as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Sir, what is going on?" Reika asked.

"M-Miss Reika! The dryad who went to rescue the ogres has returned!"

Relief washed over Reika. The ogres had finally agreed to their proposition. But something about the swordsman's anxious demeanor unsettled her.

"Is there something wrong?"

The man met her gaze and swallowed hard.

"They… they’re all injured and need immediate treatment!"