Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

Chapter 99: Zipper

'Seeing him provoking me like this, I guess he recovered his abilities.'

But I had absolutely no intention of going along with his wishes.

There's so much to do, so why go to the North where there's nothing to see?

Let's just let go of old grudges.

'Keep provoking me. Who will respond?'

I tried to erase thoughts of Peltron from my mind because it wasn't really a threat yet.

Of course, it couldn't be completely ignored. If he interfere with my business like this, I will be very upset.

"I have to leave for a while; is there any way to stop that bastard's scheme?"

"Of course. If I set up a magic circle, I can detect the approach of his substance."

"Okay. Then stay here and take care of it."

"Are you going to relieve me of the debt I have to repay?"

"If you work hard for six months, I'll forgive you the entire amount. How about that?"

"Oh! As expected from your reputation, you are very generous."

Just by observing hm for a day, I could see how well he treated my employees.

The salary is the highest in the capital, and they work shifts without fail.

Moreover, there was absolutely no coercion or abuse, and the atmosphere was one of mutual respect.

It would be like heaven to Vargas, who had been wandering the world.

"I feel like I want to just sit down."

"That's okay. If you want, I can even set up a lab for you."

"Really? Usually, members of our magic tower are always ostracized."

The sorcerer of Nermia was busy detonating something without warning.

No matter how precious the wizard was, there would be no noble who would bring in such a monster—if you don't want your house to be a mess, that is.

But I didn't really care.

If he is concerned about an explosion, he can set up his lab farther away.

Besides, there was so much money in the garage that there was no way I wouldn't hire someone.

Of course, he still have to be careful.

"Instead, you will receive generous compensation for the damages."

"Then isn't it no different from now?"

"I won't stop you from researching your favorite potions. You won't find such conditions anywhere in the Empire."

"That's true, but—"

"If you remain quiet from now on, I can supply you with Cordyceps Sinensis for a long time."

"… … It's a solid leash. I'll do a little bit of potion research."

"Okay. Let's write a contract first."

I tried to put aside the paper I had drawn this and that on.

Then suddenly, Vargas asked a question.

"But what is that?"

"I'm trying to make new clothes. I'm thinking of several things."

"The buttons look really small."

"If they're too big, they won't look cool."

Small buttons are standard on shirts.

Since we didn't have plastic, I thought we'd have to use a substitute or paint the metal white.

"It looks difficult to make. It must be expensive, right?"

"It's okay because I'm going to wear it."

"How?"

"You know, this stuff?" Vargas pointed to the black liquid coming out of Margon's body. I think it was a byproduct of the demigod.

"You can make small things with this?"

"Yes, in a way… … ."

The explanation continued in an excited voice.

But I didn't understand even half of it because there was so much magic terminology flying around.

That's the point, after all.

By using the byproduct of the demigod, it is possible to shape even forms smaller than a grain of rice.

I said, snapping my fingers, "I need to start by making something other than buttons."

"Huh? What is that?"

"Zipper."

***

The clothes in this world were all incredibly uncomfortable.

Of course, I also wore strange clothes to look cool.

But even those people wouldn't be able to help but buy and wear comfortable and good clothes if they came out.

'Let's make a prototype first.'

I drew the shape of the zipper in detail from memory.

The habit of looking closely at everything was quite useful at times like this because I was able to make a relatively accurate drawing.

"Oh? That's a very unique shape. Aha! Is this how you interlock and undo them?"

"Right. You figured it out. Can you do it?"

"Of course. But what ingredients should I use?"

"Hmm...."

I was lost in thought again.

Since there's no plastic, of course, I'll pass.

So what's left is metal, and if possible, it's better if it doesn't corrode easily.

Fortunately, there were suitable materials available.

Brass is pretty common here too.

It is used as a material for church ritual vessels and brass instruments.

"Brass. Something with a bit more zinc content would be good."

"How much?"

"40%."

I picked it up somewhere and immediately knew that it was the strongest because it's better if it doesn't break easily.

Vargas nodded willingly and picked up the drawing.

"Can I come and get the ingredients if they run out?"

"Oh, right. How much can you use that for?"

"It doesn't take much of the byproduct of the half-body to be made. What I've collected this time will probably be enough for about three months."

"Wait a minute, what do you mean by coming to get it?"

"It's here too. Half-body."

I opened my eyes wide at the words he blurted out while tilting his head.

That's why Adam, who is active as a potter, came to mind.

'Oh, right. That guy was a self-proclaimed god too?'

Judging by Vargas' reaction, it seemed that Adam could also create byproducts.

I'll have to ask the person directly how to do it.

"Okay. You go quickly and make a prototype."

"Yes."

I headed straight to the pottery studio.

However, a small park that had never been seen before was created behind the building.

What looked like black dirt appeared to be work materials or waste.

'No, what if I just pile them up here? I'd rather build a warehouse or something. I guess I'll have to tell them to clean it up quickly.'

I clicked my tongue and entered the workshop.

"Here."

-You're here.

Adam slumped down on his chair, seemingly having just finished working.

He said this while letting out a grumble.

-It's cool, but I really don't like it. I feel like I'm going to die every time I move.

"That's why I came here to solve that."

-How?

"I'm going to make a new style of clothes. What do you think?"

When I showed him the drawing I had done in my office, Adam's eyes widened.

In particular, he couldn't take his eyes off the tuxedo.

I guess he likes that style.

-What, what is this?

"The fit is wide, so you won't feel uncomfortable anymore. There's a zipper here, so it's easy to put on and take off."

Adam had very large thighs, which made it difficult for him to wear regular clothes.

Look at it now—aren't your leggings puffed out like they're going to burst?

But all the problems could be solved with a belt and a zipper on the pants.

-Wow! That something like this can exist! But when did they start making it?

"We haven't started yet. We have to start by producing the zippers."

-I heard it won't take long.

"That's right. Maybe we'll see each other soon? But there's one condition."

-What?

"I need a byproduct of the demigod. Vargas said you can make it too."

?…

Adam was silent for a while.

It seemed like a very difficult proposal.

Of course, there would be various difficulties.

For example, to create a byproduct of a demigod, a huge amount of resources are required.

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But Adam's answer was completely beyond my expectations.

-Not a demigod.

"Uh?"

-I'm not some demigod; I'm the god of the earth!

Oh, so that was the annoying point?

So there is no big problem in producing it.

I spread out both hands and tried to calm Adam down.

"Yeah. Okay. Let's say it's a byproduct of God. But how much can you make?"

-It is generated every time I use my strength.

"Huh? Then where is all that?"

-I piled it up because I didn't want to throw it away. It'll evaporate over time anyway. Of course, it'll take quite a while.

"Wait a minute, you piled it up? Where?"

-Didn't you see it on your way here? It's right behind the workshop.

"Haa!"

I blinked and let out a hollow laugh.

'So, does that mean that all of that mountain is a byproduct of the demigod?'

It was a much larger amount than I expected—enough to make it okay to unzip it countless times.

"If I'm going to throw it away anyway, I'll just use this. Is that okay?"

-Of course. But make my clothes quickly first.

"I'll bring the prototype as soon as it comes out."

-Don't expect it.

I immediately called Vargas and ordered him to take the byproduct.

The precision machining didn't take that long.

I guess it was because it was a work that involved magic anyway.

The problem was that it was difficult to obtain the byproduct of the material, the demigod.

'Because guys like Adam and Peltron aren't common.'

Vargas held out the zipper with a proud expression.

A long piece of worsted fabric with teeth set closely together and sliders filled in.

It didn't look much different from the product I knew.

Because it was made of brass, it felt a bit more antique than plastic.

"Huh? It's a lot better than I thought."

"I also tried making the small button you mentioned."

"This isn't bad either."

Vargas' precision workmanship was absolutely perfect.

I tried moving the zipper several times and it never failed to work properly.

Ziggy! Ziggy!

Besides, the sound it made when opening and closing was the same as I remembered.

"Okay! This is it. Okay, let's gather some employees who will work hard."

I couldn't wait to see how the new clothes would turn out with these innovations.