Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2040: Not surprised anymore

Previously on Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure...

With Queenie's divine energy aiding the process, the protagonist efficiently filled additional molds to produce more anti-corruption blades, easing the strain on his own power and allowing mass production. The dwarves, initially relieved at the limit of twenty blades, resumed their reluctant work but soon detected a difference in the new batch. Testing revealed these blades were weaker against corruption energy samples compared to those made solely from the protagonist's divine energy, due to the lesser potency of Queenie's abundant but diluted power. The dwarves framed it as a clash between soulless quantity and crafted quality, sparking a heated debate with officials over prioritizing elite weapons or equipping the rank-and-file soldiers.

"One issue piles on after another, doesn't it?"

Expressions of weary frustration marked the countenances of every representative from the racial alliance as the gathering commenced.

Although the exact approach remained undisclosed, nearly all of them had pieced together that the current situation revolved around me. Simultaneously, they likely suspected that I stood as the primary trigger for it all.

That explained their lack of genuine astonishment by now.

A more fitting term for the expressions etched on their features was sheer exasperation.

Yet, this didn't imply a lack of curiosity regarding my proposals to them.

"What quantity are you able to supply?" Inquired a delegate from one of the lesser nations.

The moment this query arose, delegates from other nations of comparable scale perked up noticeably, eager for the forthcoming response.

After all, such a matter held vital importance for these minor realms.

In contrast to the mighty nations boasting their proprietary countermeasures against the forces of Destruction, these smaller states lacked access to comparably potent artifacts.

They found themselves unable to resist the forces of Destruction with the same effectiveness as their grander counterparts.

Consequently, their eagerness for these armaments to safeguard their lands was entirely understandable.

"We're in the midst of refining the process. The total output remains uncertain for now, so expect an update later." I replied, offering no firm commitment.

Beyond merely deflecting further inquiries, this response reflected the honest state of affairs.

Our efforts currently focused on experimenting with various production techniques.

Among these approaches, one involved entrusting a portion of my divine energy to Queenie for her management.

Through the bond of our established contract, I discovered the ability to channel my divine energy into Queenie. Utilizing that alongside her own divine energy, she could then populate the molds.

The divine energy populating the molds behaved identically to my direct oversight, sparing my physical presence for supervision. By delegating to Queenie, she could independently establish an entire assembly line.

Admittedly, this role wasn't one she relished being confined to.

Prior to departing for this assembly, I'd already endured several grumbles from her on the subject.

Nevertheless, with sufficient incentive, she proved open to exerting some effort.

Moreover, I sensed her contemplating offloading the task to the insects under her dominion.

However, this alternative demanded thorough validation, as its viability remained unproven.

Hence, providing a concrete figure at this juncture proved impossible.

Delegates from the smaller nations, naturally, found this vague reply insufficient, given its bearing on their realm's defense, yet they recognized the futility of pressing me further.

They understood the vast disparity in standing within the racial alliance, coupled with my unique capacity to achieve this feat, leaving them without leverage to challenge me.

"We propose skipping our share from the initial run and directing it to the smaller nations first." Suggested the envoy from the Holy Empire.

Swift consensus followed from the envoys of fellow empires and major kingdoms.

Conscious of the power imbalance favoring themselves over the lesser states, they endorsed bolstering those vulnerable realms.

Still, an exception emerged amid this unity.

The Solar Kingdom, previously amenable to my every initiative, now displayed reluctance. As the sole major power dissenting, they demanded their designated portion according to racial alliance protocols.

Underlying tensions simmered evidently, though none confronted them outright.

In truth, their demand aligned squarely with the racial alliance's standard provisions, rendering objections untenable.

That said, widespread discontent brewed over the Solar Kingdom's stance.

I could infer their motivations, yet I also grasped their precarious circumstances. Their era of effortless abundance teetered on collapse, prompting this bid for self-preservation.

Setting that contention aside, the remainder of proceedings unfolded without a hitch.

In fact, the smoothness bordered on suspicious.

This seamless progress stemmed entirely from the prevailing lull in activity.

"Any traces of the forces of Destruction yet?"

As the final agenda item surfaced in the discussion, dismay clouded the visages of all present.

Evidently, this subject evoked reluctance, for scant details existed to deliberate—precisely the core issue.

Following the prior incident, the forces of Destruction seemed to have vanished entirely.

Absent our certainty of their inevitable resurgence, many might have deemed the threat eradicated, as if the forces of Destruction had evaporated from existence altogether.

"Stay vigilant for any signs and we'll persist in hunting them down." I concluded with a heavy sigh.

The assembled delegates nodded in accord, though their pessimism toward potential outcomes shone through.

The prolonged seclusion of the forces of Destruction only amplified the creeping dread.

Their concealed machinations for amassing strength remained an enigma to all...