I Reincarnated Into a Vending Machine

When the work on restoring the hole was finished, the sky was starting to brighten.

I was impressed that they were all exhausted but laughing happily in the light of the sun. The morning sun rising beyond the night when we were also prepared to die is beautiful and everyone is in love with losing their words.

I guess the truth is we should all take a break there, but the people we've left behind were worried about staying or standing, and when we rehydrated the snacks, we immediately started acting.

At a time like this, I really feel burdened that I'm the only one who doesn't feel tired and that Ramis carries me on my back. If I had a leg, I'd want to carry everyone who's tired.

When I whipped my body close to the limit and returned to the Hunter Association, there were countless bodies rolling around without the appearance of living demons.

I was unconsciously looking for a fellow hunter in the body, but when I was relieved because no one was there, Chairman Bear was stroking his chest down next door. I'm sure he was thinking the same thing.

"He's back! Everyone's safe!

When Chairman Bear's call sounded, the entrance door opened and the hunters, who had left the defense to them, popped up.

Is everyone okay, including the gatekeepers? It was quite a fierce battle, obvious from the looks of it. The protective equipment is full of holes and mutilated marks, and the clothes are discolored with blood and sweat.

Was the association wall close to its limits as well? The crack was all over there like a pattern, fragments of the outer wall scattered around it, telling the story of the death fight.

"Chairman, are you all right! We managed to protect him!

"Hardly."

The difference between the tension between Carios and Golls remains the same. The faces of the hunters, including the two of them, were full of confidence due to their sense of accomplishment and seemed separate from the others a few hours ago.

"Ramis, are you hurt! Hackon, there's something wrong!

Hulumi rushing over is moaning all over me and Ramis.

He seemed pretty worried, his eyes congested and he said red, "I'm fine," even if Ramis said, baking that and this and taking care of him.

A commander's man, clothed from his head and rendered faceless, is taken to the dungeon of the Hunter Society as they all rejoice in the reunion. The dungeons are planted with magic formations that inhibit magic and shelter, so it seems impossible to get out even with powerful hunters.

Hiding his face is a countermeasure to Hulumi. She also witnesses the face of the murderer who attacked the village, as did Ramis. Chairman Bear distracted me that I wouldn't even need to water the celebration mood.

They say Ramis will talk to you later, so let's leave it like this now.

Not only hunters, but surviving residents are also out there. Still, it's a dangerous act in the current situation with the remnants of the enemy.

I guess everyone understood that and popped up. To clear up the depression that has been locked indoors for so long.

I have no right to stop them like that.

Chairman Bear seems to be well aware of that, and when he looks around, the gatekeepers and hunters are on perimeter alert.

The enemy is in a mess right now. For a little while, you have a right to this sense of emancipation.

Deciding it was too alarming to serve alcohol, I decided to make the drink for toast an alcohol-free drink.

From then on, the sweep of the enemies in the settlement and the complete restoration of the walls became the immediate aim. Grandpa and Hulumi are in charge of investigating the transfer formation apart.

"It's a strange thing, but I can handle it if it takes time."

"Right. They're doing bad things, but it was their luck to have me and Grandpa here."

And because he spoke with confidence, he was to be at his disposal. If the wizards of great skill and the two witchcraft technicians put together, the expectations would increase even though no.

Me and Ramis are in charge of the demon sweep in the settlement, but if they haven't moved their bodies, they're going to think of something extra, and they seem to be more focused on the fight than usual.

Crush the frogman demon's head with a single poke, crush the wooden shield with his back fist as he turns around, and blow the enemies ahead. Don't be alarmed there, stand up quickly and run your gaze around.

You're getting stronger, Ramis. The same goes for the power of the attack, but the sense of security in combat is unparalleled. I think I'm just a little lonely that I'm no longer able to protect myself in the "junction".

"Hackon"

In a small voice that seemed to disappear during the battle, Ramis called my name.

"Mmm."

"We wonder what to do. I've always wanted to avenge you. Yet I found my vengeance and I couldn't do anything about it... and I went to see him in the barn once."

Were you there to see me before I knew it?

"Hmm."

"Stay with Hulumi. When I saw him shivering in fright on the other side of the iron lattice, I couldn't care less. I hated him so much, I wanted to kill him... Besides, the chairman told me that he would punish me worthy of sin. So there's nothing more we can do..."

With a distant eye, he's kicking the demon.

I've put myself on the battlefield these past few months, so my body seems to move on its own even if I'm thinking of something else with my head. I know this level of opponent would be fine, but I just need to focus.

"Hackon, I wonder what we can do about it. I don't care if it's for a purpose... of which, what are we going to do?"

My whole life I've been trying to be a hunter and be strong with the sole goal of fighting my hatred. Losing that purpose of living, she is bewildered.

I wonder what I can say to encourage Ramisu. It's best to offer you a new purpose, but is it the goal of living?

"Let's do it."

"What, now?"

"Tatsuku"

"Come on."

It's a cliché that doesn't even inspire me, but it's my true meaning.

It's Ramis' life. People who live without a goal rot. Then you should have fun. Whoever enjoys his life wins.

I've become a vending machine, but I'm enjoying my situation. I'm not unhappy. But the days I spent with the Ramis were fulfilling and unprecedented in Japan.

So if I can, I want to continue spending time with the Rummies.

"Yes, sir."

"Hackon...... yeah, you are. You're staying with me till the end!

I haven't seen a smiling face without giving in for a long time. Yeah, yeah, after all, Ramis looks best with a smile.

"Once you're depressed, you stop worrying. I still have a drink to do, and I went to the beginning hierarchy, because we're all worried."

"Hmm."

The Lake Hierarchy of the Fresh Stream has come to a paragraph, but no information has come in on what is happening to the other hierarchies. In the beginning hierarchy, the gardener and the children. Besides, the Fool's Bizarre Group is on its way.

I'm sure you're struggling, so I'd like to give you a hand somehow.

"First, we need to take down all the enemies in the settlement here and make it safe!

"Welcome"

The remnants of the party are scattered throughout the settlement as a harm that no longer takes control of the enemy. If we don't get rid of it all, residents won't feel safe spending time in the settlement.

"All right, kick it."

For a while, let's say we immerse ourselves in cleaning up the settlement. First priority is to ensure the safety of the lake hierarchy of fresh streams. We're leaving the transfer team to the two of us, so you just have to be mobile before you act.

All right, let's change our minds, and I'll join the crusade.

I just crusaded about ten bodies today and decided to go back to the Hunter Association because it started to get dark. The other hunters seemed to be home time, and they joined the two sets of hunters by the time they got to the association.

Hunters cooperating in a demonic crusade in the settlement are supposed to act in groups of four to five, and one of the big eaters is bound to join.

They're busy running around every day because their noses and ears are indispensable to the enemy's search.

"Good job today, too. When you get back, Hakkon, serve the whole fried meat."

"That's all Pell has to say. Me too, please."

Mikenee isn't as good as Pell, but he's no better than a big meal. The fries are going to sell well today.

Each group of leaders is obliged to go inside the Hunter Association and report to Chairman Bear, but the other hunters are waiting outdoors.

There are several tents built on the front of the Hunter Association, where the hunters are sleeping. When I went on the expedition, the demons were around and the situation was normal, so even if safety had not been established, they had no problems at all.

Besides, the watch is standing all the time, so he can sleep safely and well.

Hunter's outdoors appeared to have drastically reduced dissatisfaction, thanks to more space indoors for residents, leading to good results for each other.

This hierarchy is going well so far because I have my food, but the other hierarchies aren't either. I don't know how much spare storage I have, but I want to do something soon.

Especially towards the beginning hierarchy, the gardeners are concerned. I'll leave it to Hulumi and Grandpa about the transfer team. Shall we grab a plug later and see how it goes?

Standing in front of the Hunter Association as usual, I feel like my usual routine is back. But that's not true. Much blood was shed and the majority of the inhabitants died.

I mistakenly thought that life in the settlement would be fun and that I would have a much more enjoyable and peaceful day.

This is a dungeon of different worlds where demons roam. Unlike the safe world of Japan, death is next door. I'm sick of myself not feeling out of being Japanese yet.

It helped people as vending machines, and they also got the means to attack. It already has a sense of departure from the concept of being a vending machine.

But to survive in this other world... not just a vending machine. In vending machines that can't do anything and just sell products.