I Reincarnated Into a Vending Machine

"Hackon, let me know when you get an enemy from behind."

"Welcome. If it's around, it's over."

"If you say you're around, you can say the enemy's here."

"Welcome"

It's like communicating with Ramis is getting smoother. There's also a big side to being helped by the sharpness of her survey, but I'm beginning to see that we somehow think about it without having to talk to each other... I feel.

But was Ramis really a downfall? Ever since I can see the movement, I've been crushing her every step of the way, observing that I on my back can't get my elbow back in the way, but I've only hit the vending machine with my elbow once.

My legs are never quick to move either, but when attacking my opponent, they seem to move minimally and go the shortest distance.

It's such a cramped move, but I haven't been hit once. Amateur eyeliner, but isn't he a fighter with beautiful moves and legs?

"Uh, this move. Yes, this move! Every day my master made me train with a rock on my back, every day on that hellhole tour."

Master? Could it be that Ramis was trained in a pretty tough fight and has so much strength, but he just wasn't able to take advantage of it? I remembered a similar experience of training by carrying me, and I remembered my original movements. Is that too convenient an interpretation?

Whatever it is, I can safely watch it if it's Ramis right now. But what about settings that make vending machines stronger when you carry them? Instead, it would normally be a classic to peel off the weight and lighten it, and increase your ability.

"Oh, let's do it. It's a big deal, its destructive power and its flushing moves."

"No, you can light it up if you say so."

Please don't be shy of being praised by the inert beard commander later. I know I'm happy because I'm not used to being praised, but I'm in the middle of a battlefield. Scratch your head. And then! Focus on the fight properly, I'm too scared to watch!

Look, the enemy's approaching.

"If it's around, it's over."

"Praise Hackon too much already."

What was communication of will? The conversation just now, you're bluffing it out of your head. Oh, it's already activated!

Stop the two frog humans approaching from behind, just before they touch your body. Ahhhh... I had a hair in a while.

"What does this blue light mean? Can't we not only prevent enemy attacks, but even get through them? I've never heard of it or seen it...... is this your protection?

Is "junction" rare? The Innocence Beard Commander is roaring with his weapons and fingers at the junction. You can afford to say you're in battle, too. Oh, he's slashing away frog humans who jumped in without even looking back. Innocence beard insult.

"Yeah. This is Hackon's power."

Ah, Ramis. I wanted this guy to keep it a secret, but I don't know what else to do. Purity that never doubts a person is also her charm.

A grin floated in the mouth of an insensitive beard. He looks like he's masterful. You could really steal me, this guy. Be careful who you rank.

"I want to keep up with Hackon."

"Yeah, yeah, keep him company."

If there's no frog's unbroken body rolling around, it's almost like a comma of everyday life. And I refuse to get along with the inert beard.

And soothe it later. Because it's not a fun conversation - I thought you weren't surprisingly struggling. This group of escorts seems pretty good and handles it dangerously.

"Have we cleared this place up yet? You guys, cut your tongues off properly. I'll submit it to the association later."

"Do the captain, too. This is creepy."

"Well, I don't like to give you that kind of trouble, so I'm doing it, Captain."

"Tyrannical." "Toddler hobby." "Cheap pay."

"Don't you dare..."

Is it a surprisingly at-home workplace? He seems abusive, and he just seems to fit in. This inert mustache leader, he's starting to look like a bad guy just for purpose.

No, even if they admire me from within my peers, others will have outsiders. It is forbidden to be alarmed.

"Oh, and what do we do now? It's not a bad way to make money, but if you want to be greedy, you can go to the front line."

"Our mission is to transport food and iron boxes and escort the women who carry them."

"I know what you mean. But, Lieutenant Filmina, if you make money here, it's gonna be a lot easier to run the regiment. I'm sorry I could give you guys a prize, too. I'm so sorry."

The inert beard commander is deliberately shaking his head with his hands on his forehead. Was Mr. Filmina the deputy commander? You've had a hard time swinging by a freelancer-like captain. Right.

"Ha, I get it. I just wanted to make the equipment new, too, and let's head to the front line to help. However, if Lady Ramis is convinced, Our mission is only to escort her and Mr. Hackon."

"Wow, wow. If you think about something that small and difficult, you'll get more twitches. Let's make this easier."

Wow, Deputy Filmina is upset about the inert beard regiment leader winking with his thumbs up. You can hit me with one shot, okay?

"So what will Lady Ramis do? Of course, if you say wait here, I will obey."

"Let's go, let's fight - you, too, want to fight more -"

Ah, uh-huh. A good old Osama is wasting his time like a child. The twisting and shaking motion seems to have turned the nerve upside down, with a chunk of water being hit by Deputy Filmina.

"Uh, if you're struggling over there, I want to help you, so let's go! And Hackon. Is that okay?

I thought Ramis would say that. Of course, I have no objection.

"Welcome"

The fact that enemies are flowing this way could mean that the main force is struggling quite a bit. I'm not willing to pinch my mouth on heading to reinforcements... well, I can't pinch my mouth. You are likely to get into a mixed war. Be careful to activate the "Connection" at any time.

Proceeding with the loaded hog cars, there were muddy battles going on all over them.

A bunch of inert mustaches are attacking frog humans with exasperation. The other hunters seemed to be in a pushy mood and honestly happy with their intrusion.

But that's a terrible difference in numbers. Preliminary information was that there would be fifty even if many were quoted, but there would be a hundred even if few were quoted. That's close to two hundred, too, if we match the bodies rolling on the ground.

The number of injuries on the hunter's side has also reached a good number, and the person wearing the white robe is putting white light out of his hand to heal the injured. It's as if we're rewinding time, blocking it as we see a terrible wound.

I know that one, too. Was it the "healing light" of protection? The owner has a lot of protection, but the ability to heal wounds is treasured, so the owner doesn't have a problem with the job. By the way, they say the old couple's lady, who is a regular, can use it better.

About half of the hunters who were close to thirty are able to fight properly? Hunters with major injuries have a tough return to the front as the wounds healed will not return the blood and strength they shed.

"Don't take the injured to the carrier!

Will Ramis turn to securing the injured rather than taking part in the fight? The injured people are eye-opening and confused as they rush over with me on their backs, but they carry me to the carrier without question.

But don't lightly carry a large adult. My back says I weigh a lot too, but if I'm so physically capable, then it's a lie that I'm not strong.

At a time like this, there's nothing I can do to help. Is there anything I can do... even plug in sports drinks? Shortly after she loaded the injured person onto the carrier, she dropped the sports drink onto the exit mouth and made a noise, "If it was around, then it would be no more", and that was all she guessed.

"You should give this to the injured."

"Welcome"

Dropping one sports drink after another, and picking it up, Ramis is lining up on the carrier. Should I have about twenty?

"It's a service from Hackon, so you can drink as much as you like."

"Oh... thank you."

A weak grin on the stern face of Osama and his miserable men as he cares for them with all his heart. If I were healed by pure innocent Ramis when I was weak, this would be what most men would do.

When you finish throwing all of the wounded off the front onto the carrier, only about 20% of the frog human flock that was there remains. The faces that continue to fight this riot with minor wounds, or intact, seem to be quite fierce, lightly burying frog humans.

Doesn't an overwhelming difference in quantity also pose a problem when there is a difference in strength so far?

"Thank you, Mr. Kelli Oil. A boulder, a strange group of fools."

Chairman Bear walks up to me. My nails are stained red with blood, so my taste has doubled. Does this man fight without a hand, too? No, can I say bare hands... though those sharp nails just seem comparable to blades.

But you're an organization with a weird name.

"I was free, so I thought it might be extra"

"Thank you for your help. There were unexpected numbers, and thanks to you, I managed to crusade. But did the frogman demons who were in the other settlements also join? (i) The number of settlements was slightly more than twice what was expected."

"It was belligerent by the time it was unusual. Normally, Frogman demons don't imitate anything that strikes them until they're completely destroyed."

Is it Deputy Director Filmina who has interrupted the story of the inert beard squad leader and chairman of the bear?

Indeed, frog humans retreated even when they attacked me, when they knew it didn't work, and haven't attacked me since. I can agree that it is not an organism that repeats reckless assaults.

"Hmm, what could be considered..."

"I knew it..."

"Well, I will"

You're all three tanned. Is it a bad omen that this situation is a bad omen? I want you to say it's not an inclusive way of talking. We can't ask.

"Hey, what are you talking about?

It's Nice, Ramis! That's what I wanted to ask.

"Oh, I'm sorry. This is just speculation, but there's a good chance the King Frogman demon showed up."

Oh, the King Frog Demon... what is that? You look strong from the name, I only have a bad feeling.