I Reincarnated Into a Vending Machine

I have safely returned to the Lake hierarchy of fresh streams and continue to do business as usual, but demand has been decreasing lately.

That's not why I'm not making any money. We regularly wholesale ingredients to restaurants, which are large orders, and provide contraceptives to Shirley as well, so it is sufficient for profit.

The early morning four crowd, two gatekeepers, and other regular people are coming through, so it's black, but obviously sales are down.

If you're looking for a profit, you can move to another tier to do business, but it's not bad to settle here because it's cozy.

But I can't move on my own, so even if I migrate, I'll leave it to Ramisu.

"Hackon! Captain Kelli Oil asked me to do you a favor. Let's go together."

It was Ramis who had been calling me where I was thinking.

Did the captain call you? We've been talking about being on the investigation for a long time, so maybe we've decided where to go for our next expedition. If you're going to contend with a hierarchical owner, let's keep the points in bulk. Activation and maintenance of the "junction". Because that's the role I was given.

"Oh, you've come a lot. Well, have a seat."

Ramis, Hulumi and I, invited to the tent of the Fool's Odd Regiment, sit down in front of the captain.

Since the last time Shui went inside to brag. Inside the large tent there are several crates rolled with reinforced frames of iron, and some of the members of the crew open the box and circle inside. Apparently, it contains personal belongings of the members.

"As we've been talking about for a long time, the next Hierarchist to defeat was decided. I am planning a Necromancer King crusade for the deceased's mourning hierarchy. And I want Hackon and the others to join us."

It's a hierarchy of noisy names to ask. I don't care what you think. It's a place rich in undead. Besides, have you come with the Necromancer King? A wizard of a skeleton wearing a robe that looks expensive in the image, but what does it actually look like?

"The lament of the deceased? Surely dead demons, bone demons, and other creeps are the very hierarchy. Oh, no... Ramisu"

It seems Hulumi has come to think of something, peeking into Ramis' face, who hasn't uttered a word as he leaned down. I'm staring at her because I'm stuck too... but isn't my body trembling in small pieces?

"Are you sure, there, you're going?

I wonder why you're talking while separating.

"Yeah, I plan to, though. Was it inconvenient, Ramis?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm not, but I'm not, but why don't we stop there?

That's unusual and passive. My voice is small, and could this be that I don't like the horror system of Ramisu? You're obviously scared.

"You haven't been good at scary stories or anything for a long time. You're freaking out."

"Chi, no! I'm not a kid anymore, so I'm fine!

I'm just strong from wherever I see it. Right, you don't like it? Depending on how horror chick that hierarchy is, I can't really do that.

I used to be intolerant because my friend who loves horror shows me many films of that lineage and has bitter experiences of being made to tour haunted mansions. Probably, you'll be fine.

"Uh, are you scared? The enemy over there is a moving corpse and skeleton, followed by a ghost. I'm fine. Toyota Pork Demons are even creepier."

"Captain. Normally, that's what I'm afraid of. They're not all as thick as the captain."

Filmina, the deputy captain of the regiment, flaunts his shoulders.

"I know only enough to hear the story, but what kind of a place is the mourning hierarchy of the dead?"

"Right. Whether day or night, is the sky covered with thick clouds, brilliant lightning, cold skin, and decaying headstones rolling all over it?"

I heard Mr. Filmina explain, and a completely constricted Ramis is holding onto me. Tremors are transmitted from the areas touched. He seems genuinely frightened.

Rummis may not be able to participate in the deceased's mourning hierarchy.

"Ramisu, are you seriously freaking out?

"Oh, no, that's not true. I'm not a kid to be afraid of haunted or anything."

"I'm sorry I can't. What a scary story when you were a kid, you couldn't go to the bathroom at night."

"Hulumi! You don't have to tell me that old story!

It is palpable and wolfish. At this rate, it seems spicy to accompany people outside of the battle.

"You're in trouble. When Ramis can't do it, I'm going to talk about who's going to carry Hackon. You're such a monster to my face."

"Right. You don't have the personnel to carry Mr. Hackon lightly. Nevertheless, if Mr. Hackon is not accompanied, a long-term expedition will not be possible due to food problems"

"The Necromancer King isn't in a fixed place, so you're going to have a hard time finding him. Hackon is a must to sit back and explore."

The captain and deputy captain are roaring in arms. Even in a world where demons and monsters roam, ghosts and horror systems have different scares again. I know how bad it feels, but if I lose my way around, I'll just turn it into luggage.

"Hey, wait a minute. Guys, it looks like you're deciding I can't go, but I'm perfectly fine, and no. Rather, I'm good at being scared, and no."

I see you're imposing. It's different from usual from the tone.

There's something I can't tell you about not actually going... but Rummis seems impossible.

"Well, let's go to the Mourning Hierarchy of the Deceased with one try. Captain, there's a settlement there too, isn't there?

"Oh, there is. The scale doesn't extend here, but it's pretty good. In a hierarchy quite popular with some special hobbies. The general public is coming. Hey, Lieutenant."

"Well, I've seen most of them scared. There seems to be demand in the world for that system as well. Because ghosts and strange phenomena are everyday hierarchies."

Is it famous horror spot handling? I guess that's not what people like. I have an image of a rich free man or a light-hearted young man from Nori coming.

"Do you want to ride Hulumi's suggestion? Let's try spending some time in the settlement first and try to get them used to the air in the hierarchy. If you can't do it, think of another way."

There was no objection from anyone, so we were to try and move to the deceased's mourning hierarchy. I'm worried about the blood pulling from Ramis' face, but it's life-threatening if you don't know in advance how bad he is.

The mourning hierarchy of the deceased who moved in the transfer formation was a better place than expected.

Darker than the beginning hierarchy, lightning is frequently visible in the distance and lightning strikes. Built in the settlement, the buildings are moderately old, and for some reason they are all western-style buildings.

Street lights are installed everywhere, so walking is not inconvenient. Residents seem to prefer colors such as black and blue, uniform in plain colors in both outfit and city.

This is obviously not aimed at by the inhabitants. It just seems like you're doing a show that purposefully grows fear.

Hunters also seem to have quite a few, and they are common hunter gear such as armor and robes.

"Well, there's an atmosphere like this. What do you say, Ramis?"

"Hiu. It's okay. Nothing normal, I guess."

I'm upset. I'm totally behaving suspiciously looking around. I know you're scared, so let's just calm down a little bit. Because residents here are looking suspiciously at Ramis shivering with his vending machine on his back.

"Don't you dare go to the inn..."

There is a bitter laugh in the face of Captain Keri Oil. I'm giving up that I can't seem to do this. Honestly, I don't think I can either.

The aim is to familiarize myself with this hierarchy, so today only the captain and Ramis, Hulumi, are here. I'm just going to spend a few days in the settlement, but I'm also suspicious if I'll have it till tomorrow.

Every time something sounds, Ramis rocks his body vertically, so his vision moves hard. Will the carbonated beverage inside be okay?

I arrived at an inn I plan to take care of for a few days, but this is also an atmospheric inn.

As for the building, the exterior is not old, but the exterior is fine. Why did it crawl on the wall? The light leaks from the lantern installed in front of the entrance door, and the atmosphere is perfect with a moderate amount of light.

It's a two-story building, but what's the point of having a plate punched from the outside just the window in the room in the corner upstairs? Oh, I feel like there was a woman peeking through the gap in that board... that must be an illusion in your eyes. Yeah.

It's an inn that doesn't feel uncomfortable when ghosts show up. If it's a horror game, it has the appearance to get the first point.

"Come on, come on, come on, stay here."

I'm too upset to be like a chicken. If you're so frightened, I'd like to give you back, but it looks like we're still trying.

"Right. That's it, if you can't seem to do it, tell me at any time. We're going back to the Lake Hierarchy."

"Hey, hey, what are you talking about? I'm fine."

Yeah, it's ruptured. The dialect is also doomed.

"Ha. Captain, it's okay because I'm on it. I'll take you home as soon as it sucks."

"Ooh. Do that. I'll think of other ways to carry Hackon."

I think that would be wise. However, people are creatures they get used to, so the possibility of being resistant to Ramis if they spend a little time here is also left with traces.

I can't expect it, but let's keep an eye on it warm.

When the leader of the leading Keri Oil regiment holds his hand on the entrance door and pushes it, the door opens with a giggle. Are these places horror chick too?

The end of the door is a hall, but it's darker indoors than outdoors. Add to that a sense of shopkeeper obsession where the interior is unified in black.

And the portraits that I don't think you need for the inn are lined up high all the time. It must be the air on this occasion that makes me look creepy with a thin grin on my face.

You have a terrible vibe. Ramisu...... I know you're scared, but when you grab me so hard -.

"Damage of 1. Endurance decreased by 1."

My fingers are stuck in my body, stuck in my body! It sounds bad when I stand up.

"Welcome...... you are a fool's oddity group. Waiting... I did."

It was a woman with long dark hair who appeared in front of her without making a sound. The black dress that the French doll seems to be wearing suits Yakie.

My hair is long enough to stick to the floor, my forehead is stretched to my mouth, so I can barely tell my face, and my lips are red as if I had applied blood. Its lips hoisted the corner of its mouth deep in meaning with a nibble.

"Phew, no..."

Oh, Ramis, who reached his limit, fell from an upright state, straight back.