I Reincarnated Into a Vending Machine

I keep hitting them with my shoulders breathing, checking their status.

If sturdy has been raised, is it possible to increase other abilities? First, endurance.

Spend 1,000 points to increase endurance by 10.

Can endurance be increased? But for the point of consumption, the rate of increase is low. If it adds endurance to about a hundred, I won't hesitate to increase it. I wonder what else.

"Do you want to spend 1,000 points to gain 10 muscle strength?"

Spend 1,000 points to increase speed by 10.

Do you want to spend 1,000 points and increase your dexterity by 10?

One digit more... Muscle strength, speed and dexterity are not the statuses required for vending machines, so I don't plan on raising them, but they're expensive for nothing.

What if, once you have increased your muscle strength and speed, you can walk while rocking the vending machine? It's going to be pretty interesting if it's possible though.

How can magic not rise? It doesn't look like a magic vending machine explosion. Too bad.

"You guys, leave it at that."

"Go."

Oh, it's over. You look pretty awful because you've increased your sturdiness since your endurance decreased by about 30.

"Hey, we're not fixing this guy."

"Oh, that's why. I did fix it before. I only saw it with these eyes! Oh, hey, hey. Just fix the wound!

No. Let me just keep pretending that I'm broken. I'm not even dusty enough to offer these guys drinks... Oh, no, I've changed my mind, I'll serve them drinks.

"Ggoyle. If this breaks, you know it"

"Heh, heh! Oh, hey, box guy, just fix the scratch! Anyway, you're just pretending you can't move!

I'm in a hurry. I'm in a hurry. Well, leave the wounds alone, but don't worry, I'll do the drinks.

"Oh, my goodness! The merchandise is falling! Look, look, it's not broken!

If I drop him a drink for the number of people, he will be happy to pick it up. Thank you for my kindness.

"Well, fine. Don't you dare, just give me any bottle."

You've all been served drinks. Almost at the same time they opened the cap and the guys who were sweating for assault on me swallowed it all at once.

"Buuuuuuuuuu"

"Ho, ho, ho, what!?

"Fuck you, this!

It was chosen by my selected Worst 10 and tasted like juice. I bought a new line of vending machines without hesitation. Sometimes I pull big wins, of course I pull them off.

The person in charge makes me wonder if it's taste tone insanity, there can be quite a few unbelievably unsavory drinks. On the light side, carbonated drinks are mixed with delicious vegetables when eaten with mayonnaise, or the aromatic flavors used in Japanese cuisine… this is both from the same manufacturer.

There are quite a few other off-track combinations that show the depth of the beverage manufacturer industry.

"Isn't this guy really broken?

"Fair enough. We'll decide what to do when we get back to Ajito. In case it was broken, Ggoyle. Don't think you're safe."

"Ha ha hi"

You look pale with great parenthood and you're about to fall down. I don't care because I have no sympathy at all. Originally, because of this guy blowing in, I guess this is what's happening.

You thought it could really break if you did any more, and he's been treating me gently since then. I wish I had a paragraph, but in the end, things haven't turned anything around.

What do I do from there, even if I get to Ajito? I can't think of any measures like this. Do I have to go on an ad hoc basis? When it really sucks, let's resist in the junction.

Since then, I have not been able to rub or buy a product, and in about two hours I have reached my destination.

Proceeding along the gravel road to the extent that it made the beast path in the woods a little better, there was an unnatural building in this place rich in nature. It has a big hole in the wall, and a fort that is about to collapse everywhere. It's a pretty small size compared to the Hunter Association, but I guess it was originally a solid fort.

A lot of moons have gone by since they were abandoned, or it would seem like it would be fun to explore the ruins when the pigeons are tangled around them.

"You guys get that guy inside. Keep it up, let that one look into it."

"I know, but I don't think you're gonna listen to me."

"That's when your neck just leaves your torso."

"Hino, wow, I understand!

The Little Bad Guy, let's downgrade to The Lower End. But who is that about? I don't seem to have any trust in them.

Being a vending machine, I was put to sleep and thought of that while being carried away by six people. Rummis, who lightly carries me with a weight that only six people can manage to carry, is out of standard, after all.

Diving through both open doors, where the hinge was likely to come off if it struck hard, and breaking into a worn out fort, it was smaller and more beautiful inside than I thought. There are several sets of hand-crafted long desks and chairs in a hall-like location.

The large sofa on the wall is old but seems to be of good quality. Are the floors cleaned at the top of the floor or are they dusty? Do you like it beautifully when you look like a vicious octopus?

I thought we were going straight through the hall and up the stairs, and it looks like we're headed for the iron door in the right corner. When the door opened with a groan, there was a dimly descending staircase ahead.

Going down the stairs in a dusty mood and further back, there are two lookout men in metal armor who seem to be guarding the stabbed doors of the jaws. It's like a security situation that even a vicious prisoner is likely to be capturing.

"Is that a big deal?"

"If I give you magic props, you'll suddenly grow up and start chattering."

"I don't know. She's a woman. Well, if you give it to me, there won't be anything violent about it."

I'm listening to the conversations of the bad guys, but increasingly, I can't figure out who's ahead.

Even when pulling through and opening the door, the guard is on guard with the spear in his hand. Is it a demon prop lover beast or something in there?

"Hey, I brought you a toy that looks like your favorite. Analyze this. If it seems to be broken, undo it."

"Ahem. I don't know who to ask. It's inferior to shit. You didn't order people to do it!

Soft-spoken voices fill the room. The lower end seemed to dissipate with that one word, and without complaining back, he put me in the corner of the room looking away.

"This is his material. Keep your eyes peeled."

"Ha, didn't you learn my mom to look me in the eye and talk to me when I talk to people? Or are you scared, or are you scared of such a weak girl? Ooh."

I take a serious look at a woman with a powerful Yankee tone. The guy is pretty tall for a woman, just like me, or just a little inferior.

I have long hair tied behind me in shades like milk tea, but that just seems to have been put together because it's out of the way, with a bunch of hair jumping.

The cleaver's eyes are narrowed and you're staring at me with surprise. My thin pink lips "chipped" my tongue and I think I'm going to throw my spit on the floor now.

It may have originally been white, but now I'm wearing clothes that make brown and black stick all over my body that is still color-scheming to them. I wondered if she was weaving a black coat from the top, but if you look closely, does she dye the white coat black? I let go of the front and know my shape because I'm wearing clothes that stick to my body.

There's nothing so bad about the chest that I look at it twice by accident. There is little swelling.

That's it, breastfeeding on a face that's tough on height. The exact opposite of Ramis.

"Ahem! They put this down and ran away. They're the only ones on the run. So what is this? He said something about materials."

When I pick up a bunch of paper placed on the ground looking troublesome, I'm looking through. This mouthless woman seems like a better race not to get involved too much. As it is, I don't feel like I should be waving a harmless mass of iron.

"Oh, is it true that you're willing to do this?

Does the material state that? Sounds like a waste to me here. I have a bad mouth, but I don't seem to get along with them, so my enemies say I'm on their side. Hmm, don't get lost in the reaction.

"Uh, could it be that they think he's on guard with them? I'm the victim of his abduction and confinement here. Even if I look like this, I'm a very famous magician. Looks like they brought him in to check on you."

If that story is true, it means she's in this situation because of me. You're too cowardly to just pretend to be a vending machine like this.

"Welcome"

"Whoa, seriously, you can talk! Whoa, this is the first time I've seen a magic trick that understands words and speaks them. It's not all bad to get caught."

The detail opens wide, and the attitude that I noticed just now is foggy, my nose is rough and I'm approaching me to observe from corner to corner.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

"Welcome"

"You wrote in the dossier that it meant something. Well, the question... and I'm sorry. Is it polite to keep your name first? My name is Hulumi."

Eh, that name sounds familiar. I didn't expect to see you sooner than Ramis here. Rummis was about to meet me, is my friend Hulumi the magician?