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

"Shift?" Reika asked, puzzled. "That’s such a broad word..."

"Exactly!" Veylir exclaimed. "He can transfer damage, teleport, move things from one place to another—that's the essence of shifting!"

Reika paused, thinking it over for a moment. As strange as it sounded, Veylir had a point.

"That... actually makes sense."

"And come on, doesn’t it sound cool?" Veylir grinned. "You raise your hand and go... Shaa! Shift~."

"Erm, I don’t know. I still think mine sounds... better."

Veylir folded her tiny arms. "Oh yeah? Let’s hear it."

"Hmm..." Reika lifted a finger thoughtfully. "Transferral?"

At her answer, the dragon visibly quivered.

"Pft. Seriously? How many brain cells did you use to come up with that?"

"Hey, you...!"

"Let me break this down for you," Veylir said as she flew closer to Reika. "First, the syllables. Shift has one, but Transferral has three. Isn’t it easier to say just one? Way more efficient!"

Reika narrowed her eyes.

"You're just trying to justify your laziness... aren't you?"

"...No?" Veylir replied, guilt creeping into her voice.

"No, my foot..."

"Ahem! Second, Shift has this air of mystery. Yours? Transferral? You might as well give them a step-by-step guide on how the ability works!"

Veylir gave a light shrug. "When it comes to practicality and appeal, my suggestion clearly wins. Do I even need to go on?"

Reika’s brow twitched. As much as she hated to admit it, Veylir’s choice did sound better.

"Alright, fine. No point arguing over it anyway," Reika relented. "And yeah... Shift does sound kind of cool, I guess."

I just wanted to save face… I was the one who suggested to name, after all...!

Sigh... Do I really suck at giving names? I never thought it's that bad...

"Hohh?" Veylir flew closer. "Cool, you say?"

She crossed her tiny arms, hovering inches from Reika’s face with a smug grin meant purely to tease.

"Guhh..."

This dragon... Reika thought. When we first met, she seemed so dignified, so proud. Look at her now… The dragon I fought and the one in front of me feel like two completely different beings!

"Sheesh… You don’t have to rub it in my face," Reika muttered.

She turned to Soru. "So, what do you think of Veylir’s suggestion?"

"I’m fine with it," Soru said. "It’s easy to use."

"See? He likes it!" Veylir declared proudly.

While the two continued their playful bickering, Soru glanced down at his palm, a quiet thought taking hold.

Shift... It's not bad.

...

It was the end of the month, and summer was drawing to a close. With the arrival of fall, the harvest season had begun. Everyone was busy gathering the ripe crops—including the monster tribes who now lived among the settlers.

Fascinated by the abundance of the fields, the monsters had decided to lend a hand. They weren’t just doing it to repay the humans for accepting them—they genuinely wanted to experience the harvest for themselves.

“Phew! It’s a miracle these crops weren’t destroyed during the monster wave,” one of the humans said.

“You bet! If they hadn’t made it, we wouldn’t be enjoying them now. I mean, just look at those plump tomatoes! I can’t wait to taste them!”

Meanwhile, the ogres who had volunteered to help were quietly murmuring among themselves as they worked.

“To think they could grow plants this well. Their crops are so much bigger and healthier than ours.”

“Do they have some kind of method for producing this kind of quality?” one of them asked.

"I heard they used small amounts of bone meal, mixing it into the soil before planting the seeds," one of the ogres explained. "Along with the vermicompost method to enrich the soil even more, these vegetables grew healthy and plump."

"I’ve never heard of that before. If we had used those methods back in our village, we could’ve been enjoying crops like these—maybe even with some juicy meat on the side!"

After several hours of harvesting, they finally gathered all the crops. To celebrate the bountiful yield, everyone agreed to hold a grand feast that evening.

Humans and monsters alike worked together to prepare dishes for the gathering. That afternoon, they went out to hunt edible monsters, and what they brought back was more than enough to feed the hungry bellies of the village.

"Ohhh! Look at Mister Sukuna's cutting skills!"

"That's awesome!"

The onlookers were in awe as Sukuna sliced through the meat with flawless precision. Even the toughest meat stood no chance against his sharp blade—each piece diced cleanly and evenly.

"Hoh... You flatter me too much," Sukuna replied modestly, though a small grin tugged at his lips.

Some of the meat chunks were handed over to Satoru, who pounded them thoroughly to tenderize them. Once ready, they were passed on to the skilled grillers, who worked their expertise over the blazing flames.

Most of the harvested vegetables were chopped, seasoned, and simmered into a hearty stew. The rich, mouthwatering aroma wafted through the air, drawing people closer—it was hard to resist. The remaining produce was carefully divided and stored in each home, set aside in preparation for the coming winter.

After hours of preparation, all the dishes were finally ready. Tables and mantles were set at the center of the settlement, arranged neatly for the grand feast everyone had been looking forward to. Cheers erupted for the cooks, voices full of gratitude and praise for the delicious meals they had crafted. Soon, the air was filled with laughter as everyone dined together under the evening sky.

Watching the joyful gathering, Geruldo found himself smiling. He never imagined a day would come when humans and monsters could stand side by side without fear or prejudice.

"This is the second time I’ve witnessed such a sight," Alguis said, his gaze soft. "And yet, it still leaves me in awe."

"Yeah," Geruldo replied. "Our tribes used to be divided, barely speaking to one another. But now... seeing everyone like this really puts my heart at ease."

He glanced down at the barbecue in his hand and took a thoughtful bite.

"Say... I have a bold proposal that might need your decision, Sir Alguis."

"What is it?"

Geruldo took a moment, glancing toward the massive bonfire ahead. There, his kin danced alongside humans and goblins, laughter echoing through the air.

"I wish for my kin to stay in this settlement."

Alguis’s eyes widened in surprise.

"Are you certain, Sir Geruldo? Would your people even agree to that decision?"

"There's no need to worry," Geruldo replied. "We discussed it days ago—everyone agreed without hesitation!"

He paused, his gaze drifting toward the dancing crowd.

"Our village... was destroyed beyond recognition. We have no home to return to. Yes, we could settle elsewhere, but... my people don’t want to leave. They've grown fond of this place."

Geruldo turned to Alguis, meeting his steady gaze. He could see the weight of thought behind those eyes.

"As the one holding the highest authority here, I ask you if you'd agree to my proposal."

Alguis let out a deep sigh.

"Let me make this clear: I do not hold the highest authority here. In fact, I’m only staying temporarily—with a promise to protect the settlers for the time being."

"Then—"

"Second, your permission is unnecessary."

Alguis turned his gaze toward the distance, where orcs and humans were happily interacting, their laughter filling the air.

"I’m sure everyone will welcome your kin with open arms. Honestly, knowing that you all will be living here from now on will make them extremely happy."

He extended his hand toward Geruldo, offering a handshake.

"Welcome to this humble settlement, Chief Geruldo."

Looking at Alguis’s hand, Geruldo felt a surge of happiness. With a wide, genuine smile, he took it, gratitude shining in his eyes.

"Thank you, Sir Alguis."

The next day, the news spread that the orcs would be staying in the settlement permanently. As Alguis had predicted, the humans welcomed them with open arms, their acceptance filled with warmth and joy.

That afternoon, everyone worked together to build the orcs’ new settlement on the eastern side of the human settlement. With the combined efforts of both groups, they managed to complete the construction in just a week.

The orcs packed their belongings from the temporary homes they had been staying in and moved to their new houses. There was a sense of relief and pride among them, knowing that at last, they had a place they could truly call "home."

The goblins, watching the orcs settle in, were equally impressed by the community’s warmth. They too decided to stay. No one opposed the idea, and they were welcomed with the same open arms. The following day, the goblins chose to settle on the western side of the original settlement. They built their homes in huts, a style they preferred, and moved into their new dwellings just days after the construction was completed.

With the orcs and goblins now part of the settlement, the entire place grew and expanded. What had once been a small settlement was now a thriving town.

However, despite the growing unity among the various groups, the ogres remained undecided about their future. With their chief still harboring a deep grudge against humans, the idea of them staying in the settlement seemed impossible.

Shiori noticed the silent longing in her kin’s eyes, their desire to join the humans, but her resentment toward them weighed far heavier. She remained resolute, unwilling to bend.

"We’ll move out in three days. Prepare your belongings and make sure you leave nothing behind," she commanded.

She noticed the gloom in their faces, but she paid it no mind. The ogres couldn’t defy her authority—though reluctant, they silently agreed to her decision.

Sukuna informed the dwarves about their impending departure. Everyone were saddened at the news, but they had no choice but to accept it. It was clear that Shiori’s heart was unmoving, and no further persuasion would work.

However, Reika wasn’t ready to accept this.

"Sir Sukuna, may I have a word with Miss Shiori?"

"Of course, Miss Reika."

Reika followed Sukuna, and after a short walk, the two stood before Shiori. Upon seeing Reika, Shiori’s expression darkened with displeasure.

"What do you want?" Shiori asked her.

"I’m here to discuss the matter of your departure," Reika replied.

The ogres who heard Reika’s words smiled, thinking she had come to convince their chief to stay.

Shiori glanced at them briefly before turning away. "Hmph. If you're just here to persuade me, I've already made my decision—"

"Sure, you can leave. I won't try to convince you."

The orcs heared it, and their mood shifted immediately. In that moment, their hopes were lost instantly.

"But I suggest you wait for now," Reika continued. "I heard that winter is approaching in a few weeks, and I'm sure rebuilding your village will take several weeks, considering your manpower. With that in mind, finishing before winter arrives seems impossible, doesn’t it?"

Shiori froze for a moment, realizing Reika had a valid point.

"...We'll leave after the winter season ends," Shiori replied, then turned to leave.

The ogres erupted in celebration upon hearing Shiori's decision. Several murmurs could be heard across the room.

Sukuna gazed at Reika, stroking his white beard thoughtfully.

I didn't know Miss Reika was that shrewd. By convincing Chief Shiori to stay under the pretense of the upcoming winter season, she'll buy the ogres time to persuade her...

The next day, everyone woke up early to take care of their daily tasks. A cold breeze filled the air, signaling that winter was approaching. They began preparing for the season—packing food and mending their winter clothes.

Meanwhile, Silas was speaking with a group of men—both young and adult.

Reika noticed and approached them.

"What's going on, Mister Silas?"

"Uh... I was asking for their help with something."

"This many people...?"

"I... want them to retrieve my former house and bring it here before the winter season arrives."

Reika raised an eyebrow.

"But... the distance from there to here is far. With only this many people, it's almost impossible."

"I was hoping to ask the orcs and... maybe the ogres for help. But I'm not sure if they'll agree. After all, it's a selfish request of mine..."

Reika sighed and gave Silas a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"I understand, Mister Silas. That house is important to you, and it even protected the villagers from those pursuers. Its significance can’t be overlooked."

"Miss Reika is right," Silas added. "That house was a symbol—a reminder of our former village that we loved. Retrieving it is also our wish!"

Seeing their determination, Silas couldn't help but smile.

"Hm. I’ll ask others to help us move it," Reika said. "With more hands, we might finish it in just a day."

Reika went alone to the orc settlement and explained the plan. Upon hearing that their benefactor needed a helping hand, they agreed to her request without hesitation.

Next, she headed to the temporary house where the ogres were staying. However, she found them in the middle of a discussion with Shiori.

Urk. With Shiori there, it's not the right time to ask for their help, Reika thought, and quietly left the scene.

Minutes later, the orcs and humans who agreed to help Silas gathered around and were ready to depart. The old man also prepared, but they urged him to stay.

"It's not good for your bones to travel, especially with the wind so cold," one of the humans said. "Stay here and leave it to us! Miss Reika will be with us, anyway."

"He's right, Mister Silas," Reika added. "I'll help them move your house without any damage."

After reassuring Silas, everyone left the settlement. Soru noticed their departure but paid it no mind, continuing to eat his delayed breakfast.

After hours of walking, they reached the edge of the forest. Ahead, the ruins of the former village came into view.

"Alright, you guys will take turns carrying Mister Silas' house to conserve your strength," Reika ordered. "All humans except me will stay here, while the orcs will follow and carry it from there."

Everyone nodded, and Reika left with the orcs. Moments later, they arrived at the former village, now in ruins.

The orcs murmured as they passed the ruined houses, discussing the devastation. Reika, however, paid no attention to their words and continued.

As they neared Silas' former house, Reika stopped. Something felt off.

There's someone inside that house!

She raised her hand, signaling the orcs to halt. The orcs noticed and followed her lead.

"I know you're there. Show yourself!" Reika called out.

Seconds later, everyone saw someone poked their head out from the door. Covered in a cloak, the figure slowly removed the shawl, revealing its light red hair.

The orcs were taken aback by the beauty before them. With dazzling red eyes—like flickering flames—the person gazed at them, and the orcs found themselves mesmerized by its face.

W-Who is that fair lady? the orcs thought in unison.

Reika also paused, taken aback by the person's appearance. She could tell at a glance that the figure was beautiful.

"Who are you, miss?"