A Feast of Low Standards
Objectively speaking, there was no such thing as a difficult problem in this world.
It was said that in video records from before the Chaos Era, there had been two sages possessed of great street wisdom: one called Crow Bro, the other Fly Bro.
Fly Bro was cruel and violent, while Crow Bro was violent and cruel.
Fly Bro taught everyone that wearing a suit and tie while holding a phone was fucking useless, and that they should not blindly trust authority. Crow Bro, meanwhile, taught everyone not to fear hardship and danger, but to face difficulties bravely.
Difficult? Then don't do it!
If you won't let me build cars, then nobody gets to build cars!
"People need to learn how to share!"
Factory Director Ji spoke to Isis with ringing conviction. "Difficulties don't have to be mine alone. They can belong to everyone. Likewise, difficulties won't just defeat me alone—they can defeat everyone.
"As long as I drag everyone down to my level, we can use our abundant experience to defeat them—there's no need to win completely. As long as everyone else is dead, we can still have the last laugh."
Inside the vessel, Isis's starlight flickered.
She was rapidly processing all production allocation and coordination throughout Coast Automobile Factory, while committing her creator's words firmly to memory—this referred to the newly created document [Dog Bark IV].
"Before you share your unscrupulous techniques, I must remind you," Isis said. "While temporary chaos may be enough to delay the opponent's pace, it is not a long-term solution."
Deus Ex Machina might indeed be omnipotent, but its effects were not impossible to dispel, counter, or revoke.
Furthermore, its consumption was far too great. It could only be maintained for a little over twenty-four hours, making anything