Clara: Help Me, Mr. God! [3]

To Clara, life did not actually change much after she picked up Mr. God.

But God did not see it that way.

Clara spending every day repairing robots clearly would not do.

If she remained here forever, his own database would have no way to recover either.

After binding with Clara, he could no longer act on his own. Or rather, even when he had been at full strength, it had always been the Reincarnators doing the moving. He himself had never moved.

After all, at his core, he was still the seed left behind by the previous transcendent.

So after some time passed, God took the initiative to speak.

[MY SPACE-TIME LAWS HAVE RECOVERED SOMEWHAT. I CAN ACTIVATE THE WORLD-TRAVEL FUNCTION.]

“World travel?”

[IT MEANS GOING TO OTHER WORLDS.]

“Other worlds? Like a trip?”

Clara’s eyes lit up.

“Can we bring Mr. Svarog too? And Dr. Natasha. She’s been very tired lately, so this would be perfect for a relaxing trip. Are other worlds not very warm?”

[…NO. YOU AND I ARE BOUND TOGETHER, SO I CAN ONLY BRING YOU.]

“Then can you bind Mr. Svarog and the others too?”

[…]

“You can’t? Aw…”

[OTHER WORLDS MAY BE DANGEROUS. I DO NOT RECOMMEND BRINGING THEM.]

“Huh? If it’s dangerous, then why should we go?”

God’s head buzzed.

If he had a head, that was.

Fortunately, he did not have much in the way of emotion. He simply found Clara’s childlike, one-thing-after-another logic rather impossible to predict.

[…I WILL PROTECT YOU.]

After a long silence, God left her with that sentence.

If this had been the old God, he probably would have wondered whether someone had put a hex on him for saying something like that.

But now, he had no other options.

There was only this one seedling. What else could he do?

He would cultivate her first and think about the rest later. Once his database was complete and the Three Thousand Great Daos were fully restored, God Space could reopen for business.

But reopening was also not very likely.

Until he figured out why he had been betrayed, he could only set that aside for now.

Finally, after God tried every possible way to persuade her, Clara at last agreed to go to another world with Mr. God.

The reason she agreed was not very complicated either.

On one hand, she realized Mr. God really wanted her to get moving.

On the other hand, the girl simply wanted to see what a world not covered in ice and snow looked like.

…

When Clara opened her eyes, she was standing beside a sidewalk.

The sky was a grayish blue.

It was not the low, heavy gray of Belobog beneath the Eternal Freeze, nor was it the dim yellow cast by the mine lamps in the Underworld.

The sky here was very high.

So high that Clara instinctively tilted her head back and stared at it for a long while.

After she finished looking at the blue sky, she began looking at the pedestrians by the road.

Someone walked past her holding a parasol.

Someone held a drink.

There were also students carrying schoolbags, chatting as they walked.

Now and then, someone would glance at this white-haired little girl.

Everything was new and strange to Clara.

“Mr. God. The people here… aren’t cold?”

[CURRENT TEMPERATURE: TWENTY-TWO DEGREES CELSIUS.]

“It’s so warm… It would be nice if Belobog could be like this even without relying on Geomarrow.”

Clara said it very softly.

She lowered her head and looked at her little feet.

Although her feet still were not truly touching the ground, the ground in this world did not look dangerous at all.

No ice.

No sharp metal shards.

No strange traces left behind by Fragmentum corrosion.

There were only crosswalks, streetlights, convenience stores, and the sound of music drifting over from somewhere in the distance.

Just then, a low engine rumble suddenly came from not far away.

Clara turned to look.

A black car slowly pulled up beside the road.

It looked expensive.

Although Clara did not really understand the vehicle brands of this world, she understood machinery.

She could tell at a glance whether a machine was crudely made or carefully maintained.

The black sedan before her had a clean paint finish, a smoothly running engine, and almost no unnecessary shaking in its suspension system.

From a mechanical perspective, it was a car that had been very well cared for.

The car door opened.

A middle-aged man in a black suit stepped out.

The instant he saw Clara, visible excitement crossed his face.

“Ojō-sama!”

Clara blinked.

She looked left and right.

There was no one else nearby.

So she pointed at herself.

“Me?”

The man hurried over to her, but stopped two steps away, as though afraid of frightening her.

His eyes were even a little red.

“We’ve finally found you, ojō-sama.”

Clara: “…”

Mr. God, this person seems to know me.

[YES.]

Did you do this?

[CORRECT.]

Clara was even more confused.

Although they had not known each other for long, Mr. God did not seem like someone who would do meaningless things.

But before she could figure it out, the middle-aged man in front of her took a deep breath, his voice tight with suppressed excitement.

“You’ve suffered so much all these years.”

“There was chaos at the hospital back then, and you were accidentally switched with another baby. The master and madam never gave up searching for you.”

“It was only a few days ago that we finally confirmed through genetic information that you are the Gojo Clan’s long-lost young lady.”

Clara: “…”

Genetics?

Gojo Clan?

Young lady?

She seemed to understand each word.

But once they were strung together, she could not understand them at all.

She instinctively lowered her head and looked at the necklace on her chest.

[LEGAL IDENTITY HAS BEEN IMPLANTED.]

God’s voice was very calm.

A trivial matter like this did not even require the use of causality-level laws—though he did not have those right now anyway…

Clara shook her head.

‘But I’m not their young lady.’

[YOU WERE NOT BEFORE. NOW YOU ARE.]

“…”

Clara felt as though there was something wrong with that answer.

But she did not know how to refute it.

When the middle-aged man saw that she was not speaking, he seemed to think she was still afraid, so he softened his voice.

“Ojō-sama, please don’t worry. We are not bad people.”

“The master and madam are already waiting for you at home.”

“Of course, if you cannot accept this for the time being, we can first take you for further examinations, or arrange for you to stay somewhere safe.”

Clara looked up at him.

The man’s expression was very serious.

He did not look like he was lying.

But the problem was, the reason he was not lying was because Mr. God seemed to have turned the “lie” into the truth first.

That made things very complicated.

Clara’s little head briefly overloaded.

Then came the classic “talking to a kid be like” response.

“Do you have robots at your house?”

The middle-aged man froze.

Clearly, he had not expected the first thing the long-lost young lady asked to be that.

But he reacted quickly.

“Yes, we do.”

“Security robots, cleaning robots, medical assistance equipment, and some laboratory mechanical arms.”

Clara’s eyes brightened a little.

“Do they break?”

The middle-aged butler: “…”

What kind of question was that?

Still, he answered seriously.

“They occasionally need maintenance.”

Clara breathed a sigh of relief.

“Then I can help fix them.”

The butler was silent for a moment.

“…As long as you wish it, they will all take the initiative to break down every day for you to repair.”

T/N: CLARA IS SO CUTEEEEEEEEE

This is a fan translation of 克拉拉，帮帮我，主神先生! by 小兔到斩杀线了 Rights to the original work belong to the creator. Please support them by exploring their original work or sharing it with others if you can. Thank you for reading and supporting my efforts to bring this story to a wider audience!