Local Netizen Elf’s Life In Another World

Case 312: The problem of nukes.

Ever since civilizations came and went, mankind of Earth has realized that their biggest enemy is no one else but themselves.

That was quite obvious when one tried to imagine doomsday scenarios, and when the Second World War concluded, this idea became more prominent and plausible than ever.

The existence of nuclear weapons fundamentally represents mutual destruction. If superpowers on Earth were to collide again, and these nuclear warheads were launched, nothing would be left but rubbles and wastelands infested with fatal radiation.

Now, enough of that. I'm not living on Earth anymore, and I probably won't be living there in the future, but I can at least learn something from my former kin, right?

It's encouraging, really. I even feel proud.

Humans were and will be standing on top of their predecessors' shoulders to achieve greater and greater things throughout their time in the universe. I guess I am receiving that honor as a former human, too.

And I will use that knowledge to save this planet, so thank you, humans.

Okay, so let's get into it.

The most powerful nuclear head ever detonated was the Tsar Bomba, which created a mushroom cloud rising up to sixty-seven kilometers in the air and shattered glass windows seven hundred and eighty kilometers away. At that range, my mind is starting to lose its comprehension, but it's alright for now.

They let it burst in the air, but from what I can find, the total destruction area, if detonated on or near the ground, can reach thirty-five kilometers in radius, so... I think we can quite convincingly wipe out the demons' main city altogether if we have one of those.

''Hm...''

Needless to say, making a nuclear bomb is hella difficult, even if I have divine power. It'll probably not be effective on the last boss, who is literally a goddess, anyway. No, maybe slapping several of them will damage her?

Yeah, I mean. The battles of gods can be boiled down to the 'who will exhaust their energy first' type of deal. Everybody with divine energy can regenerate and whatnot, so learning the method of consuming the enemy's energy whilst conserving oneself's is essential.

I'd imagine a few nukes will do something, at least.

The reason I'm so sure Eve will be able to withstand a nuke of this scale is that I already have the anchor points to work with. I've seen the calamity first-hand, and based on her recent performance, she should be a bit stronger than Eva.

Now, take one Sylvia. If I exhaust every bit of my energy, and by that, I mean self-exploding, I can probably produce a blast similar to what a Tsar Bomba can when detonated. I am confident I can survive near the center of the blast, too, if I pour everything into defense.

One Sylvia right at this moment is roughly around a third of Eva, and that's only counting general divinity, not even techniques and experience.

...I'm still quite far behind, huh.

Anyway, let's get to making the nukes. The great thing is that I have divine energy, which can be a substitute for a lot of hard-to-obtain materials, namely uranium 235, but the not-so-great thing is that I don't know shit about physics and chemistry aside from very superficial stuff.

In the first place, would the fissioning process be the same and produce the same effects as their counterparts on Earth? There's a whole lot more problems than one might think. Nonetheless, I think I know the way out of this.

It's simple—I live in [Aria], not Earth.

If I can somehow make it work with different elements shuffled, substituted, or added, it'll be fine. Well, now that it is clear, let's go find a helper.

''Hup...!''

So, I spring up from the chair and turn to the door. We're in Eva's temporary house after she almost blasted the hotel together with Liana away earlier, and my party members—except Anna, who's sleeping in my bed—are in the living area.

My room is located on the second floor, and when I glance over the railings at the shared space below, everyone is relaxing in their own way. The TV is on for some background noise, and the sound of Eva typing adds to the ambiance.

Resisting the urge to jump in between the drowsy elves on the couch, I walk up to Sariel.

''Do you have a moment, Sariel?''

''Hm? Go ahead.''

I feel a bit guilty seeing the dragoness's slightly drained face, but... t-that was an honest mistake. I never thought I'd become a succubus...!

''Do you want to make nukes with me?''

''Obviously.''

Oh, wow. She recovers so quickly—look at her widening pupils. I guess I'd be excited if I were her, too. It's nukes, you know?

When we return to the room, Anna has somehow awakened, flicking her cat ears with tightly shut eyes and a hunched back. It seems as though she would elongate her spine and stretch out at any moment—

''Nyah...!''

She is.

I wanna pet her so bad.

''Ah.''

Without realizing it, my hand is already on the cat's head. Slowly, Anna's azure eyes peek open, nudgingly staring at me as if asking why I'm not petting her yet.

''This little...''

''W-Wait, that's tickling, Sylvia...!''

Once I have my fill of the feline, all three of us get onto the bed together and... start discussing nukes. It turns out Anna is quite knowledgeable in the chemistry field, so it's a great help.

But just as I have suspected, things here don't exactly work like they are on Earth. There are many small but consequential inconsistencies in how elements react that prevent me from copying the nuclear bomb recipe to a tee. Of course, that doesn't make it completely useless.

Fortunately, the way uranium 235 reacts when split should remain the same, so we can harness its power. However, just about everything else is a mess. It's now more about creating the right environment for the bomb to be detonated properly than anything else.

''Hm... we'll need a lot of instruments and testing for this,'' I remark.

''Indeed. I think it is possible, though.'' Sariel replies, seemingly fired up. ''Will you accompany me, Sylvia?''

''Of course, Sariel.''@@novelbin@@

The dragoness and I look at each other in the eyes. A sense of camaraderie swells up inside me.

''Well, if it's too much, we can always throw Sylvia into a demon brothel or something. She can drain them all!''

Aaaand that is precisely when Anna throws in a rather crude joke, cheeks flushing. See, the thing is, she still doesn't recognize that those tapes I sent her of me being gangbang-ed by strangers are all made up.

She still thinks my other six lovers allow that, somehow.

I mean, she definitely likes those videos more than actually having sex with me, so there's that. I wonder when she'll realize, if at all, though. I have a feeling she'll hypnotize herself to deny that truth at some point.