Transmigrated as a Ghost

Tired of beating around the bush, Marcus just came out and asked Sato to get to the point. Sure, there were several differences between Mirrion and Earth, but it was clear that the more senior transmigration was trying to get to something more profound than just a list of variations between two different worlds.

"I suppose that you must not have given this topic much thought or ever attempted to recreate a technology from Earth that does not exist here." Sato said, letting out an exasperated sigh.

He then told Marcus that it was not just that no one had ever attempted to create things like trains or cars, but that they could not.

Whenever anyone from Earth got close to developing an unallowed technology, they would receive a message from the administrator telling them to cease and desist.

"And do you know what happens to anyone that does not heed this order. They simply disappear. The same being that brought us all here is controlling things from the shadows. And then there are the great spirits. They call themselves protectors of the world, yet they rarely get involved, as directed by their cruel master. Just recently a Doomsday Monster appeared, and you know what they did, nothing!"

Sato continued to furiously rant about the administrator and her callousness. From his perspective, everyone on Mirrion was just her plaything.

Still, Marcus knew that things were not so black and white as Sato believed them to be.

While it was true that the administrator could be uncaring, she was protecting Mirrion from forces far more dangerous than any monster or beast that currently existed within the confines of the world.

He'd only scratched the surface of it, but there was a large and far more dangerous conflict occurring outside of Mirrion.

Of course, the number of individuals that knew about this could likely be counted on both hands. To most, it would appear that the administrator was a heartless god that ran this world from behind the scenes with an iron fist.

'There is also the possibility that everything I have seen involving her was an elaborate performance, but I doubt it. That last battle was especially too real to just be fabricated to convince me of some lie.'

Marcus finally realized exactly what Sato was trying to broach. Unfortunately, his viewpoint was undoubtedly in opposition.

"I certainly hadn't heard about that technology stuff before, but it doesn't really matter to me. I can run or fly faster than any vehicle on Earth. Plus, other things like lightbulbs and phones have been substituted with magic items. I've seen golem carriages that work pretty much just like a car, and some of the mithril ships out there are more advanced than anything Earth had.

And don't forget that we chose to come here. We were told that we would be brought to a fantasy style world after our deaths, so I don't think it's wrong to have to fit in with the that theme. Perhaps if magic was used as a basis for creating things like a train, it would be allowed. It's all just a matter of perspective." Marcus said, giving his counterpoints to what Sato had been saying.

However, this was clearly not what the other man from Earth wanted to hear.

For a moment a palpable rage erupted from Sato's body, and he looked ready to kill.

Sensing the sudden hostility, Marcus jumped back and prepared to defend himself if necessary. He did not want to make the first move and escalate things, but he was ready to fight if it came to it.

Thankfully, Sato calmed down quickly, and it almost seemed that his sudden burst of enmity had been an illusion.

"Sorry, I should not have gotten angry at you for your ignorance." Sato said, looking at Marcus like he was a pitiful child that knew nothing of the mistake they had just made.

"Perhaps speaking of technology was not the correct starting point. This world is not just inexplicable because of that, but also because of the level of violence. It's rife with death, destruction, and injustice. Surely you must have seen this if you have ascended to such a high level? To level up efficiently, it is necessary to kill after all."

Unable to refute this, Marcus nodded his head. In Tralenstein he had experienced a war that cost over a million lives, and the Dread Burrower had caused a great deal of damage to the northern part of Borealia. Though the lives lost in the latter incident were minimal compared to what would have occurred if a quick response had not been put together to defeat the Doomsday Worm.

He could still remember the administrator's words in the white space he had been brought to after activating his Deny Destruction unique skill.

She had set this world up to create conflicts that would bring some individuals up to the highest level and gain enough power to be useful as an ally.

Marcus had his own feelings and doubts about the administrator, but after his last interaction with her he felt like he had gotten a better glimpse at who she really was. She'd saved him and Mrazivý from an unfathomable threat, so it was harder for him to truly think bad of her now.

'It is not like she is causing people to fight in a bloody war for survival each day. If you avoid dangerous places like dungeons and territories controlled by powerful monsters and beasts, things are typically pretty peaceful.'

Of course, there was plenty of crime in certain places, but that was true for Earth as well. Whenever people congregated there would be those that did not follow the established law either for their own benefit or entertainment.

In some ways Mirrion might even be considered safer than Earth. There was pretty much no threat that a tyrannical maniac could start a chain reaction that had the entire world blown up by superweapons. Even if someone high level did destroy a city or two, one of the Great Spirits would intervene to prevent the world from being thrown out of balance.

There was pretty much no way all of Mirrion could be destroyed.

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