I Reincarnated Into a Vending Machine

When the coin of Dog Rock Mountain fits, the entire door emits light, and the huge door with both openings slowly opens.

Except for Hulumi, he gets out of his car or carrier and lines up in front of the gate. I'm on the back of my usual privileged seat, Ramis.

And there's a car lined up right behind me. You can't leave any more because you won't be able to drive your car more than two meters away.

The line now has the avant-garde out a few steps forward, side-by-side and armed. And the rear guard is next in position and Ramis enters the rear, but behind it is the car and the carrier, and Hulumi is there.

The door opened completely, and what lies ahead was a huge space. There are many giant columns arranged regularly on polished floor stones, but I don't think the ceiling was made unusually high and artificially.

It's all like a white, unified temple inside... I've never seen a real temple, so it's just an image though.

"I can't see in the back, dude"

Hulumi sitting in the driver's seat is opening the window and leaking an exclamation.

"Wide, hey, hackon"

"Welcome"

Really big, this temple-like place.

I was impressed by the sight in front of me, agreeing with the two of them who were shaking.

I don't see any magical prop lights, there's a ceiling over my head, and it's bright as a sunny outdoor even though the sun doesn't look like it's shooting in.

"It's full of magic, this place is"

"It's definitely intense magic."

The magic can be manipulated. Deputy Filmina and Sulrim are acting like they're sniffing and sniffing. They both seem to be able to manipulate magic, so I guess we're feeling something we don't know.

"It's just a place where you say there's something. You guys be careful."

"Leave it to me, you jerk."

"He said it was okay."

Captain, the parents and children don't feel it, and they don't seem to be alarmed.

Too wide to know where to start, I decided to move on for now. I have a red carpet under my feet, so I just have to believe this is the signpost.

It's a tough place for the final stage, but it's not going to end with anything like this.

Russ boss...... you're here. The columns line up regularly, but the wide spacing allows them to stand around without problems. Neither eye nor dazzling brightness, nor darkness that interferes with movement.

We were moving forward together as we guarded our surroundings, but we saw a wall in the direction we were going. Apparently, it's a dead end.

"Whoa, how does that feel, dude?"

Captain Keri Oil is grinning bitterly at the sight in the direction of the path that gradually becomes apparent.

The front wall is hung with a tapestry depicting a giant large tree. It is a stunning delicacy woven in a wide variety of yarns.

You have golden fruit, is the design the same as the big tree that was carved on the coined door? Maybe this painting means something by emphasizing it so far.

There's a throne under the giant tapestry, but there's nobody there.

It feels profound, but it's a lonely space where no demons or people exist.

"Nobody's here, Hackon. I don't know what to do."

Honestly, you're a clap. It would have been perfect if it had been a wish-fulfilling presence on this throne, but there is no one but us.

Ha, if I were to reference a game, would there be a hidden passage behind the throne?

"Well done. We've got this far."

My voice echoes directly into my brain, which was thinking silly things.

It's a low, intimidating voice that says it's a dignified way of speaking but for some reason doesn't feel an unpleasant impression.

I was less surprised because I figured these developments might be waiting for me, but the Red and White Twins, Ramis and Shui are rushing around to look around.

"Lords who reach the bottom have the right to fulfill their wishes"

Whoa, I didn't actually expect that much about the wish, but will it actually come true? I hope this lifts the negative protection of the ashes.

And if your wish still comes true... hear my wish too...

But there are men among you who smell of those who threaten my labyrinth.

Don't overthink the person this voice points to.

Everyone's gaze is poured into Sulrim.

"That would be about me. Former subordinate of the king of the underworld."

"Hmm, ex... the king of the underworld is a fool who is leaping to take over the labyrinth he created from my holy tree. Much of my power has been shredded and taken away by him."

Lord of voices with dwarfed tails. Are you aware that you are being manipulated by demons?

"Hackon, Hackon, in that fine chair."

Ramis is panicking and pounding my body with Concon. The fellow around him also seemed to hear the voice, and his gaze gathers on the throne.

Until just now there was no one. A middle-aged man sat on the throne with one potpound.

One lean, unhectic middle-aged man sighs with his cheek cane. The man with thinner hair who looks like a mid fifties in a brown plain robe - he just looks like a salaried man tired of life.

There is no presence, not force. I can't tell if he's a lass boss or a wish fulfiller, but he's too different from what I imagined.

A salaried man exhausted from his life is making him sad...... do some cosplay. No, you're not. It looks like it, but it created a dungeon. Don't judge me by my appearance.

'Hey, will you listen to me? Oh, do you want to stop because this tone is troublesome too? Listen to me, I'm depressed because I never thought anyone ridiculous would show up to take over the dungeon...... haha'

Where did the voice, full of majesty, travel? I've spoken with a grumpy voice that I don't think is the same person.

"What are you gonna do?"

Why don't you listen to me?

The upset Keri Oil captain and his wife assembled their companions to form a circle.

I feel like I'm about to die just because Ramis poked me, but I decided to listen to him for now thinking it wasn't a good idea to piss him off.

The negotiator has decided to leave it to the head of the Keri Oil Corps first.

"Are you sure you're the one who created this dungeon?

'Yeah, well, that's how it is. Apparently, it's called the Dungeon Master. For once, there were times when we used to call ourselves geniuses. Ah, you hate me when I brag about the past, no, I'm sorry'

My hips are... low. I know it's dangerous to break the tension, but watching you talk and your head peppered down, it's getting silly to be on guard.

'Whoa, excuse me. Without hospitality.'

A huge long desk and chair appeared in front of him as a dungeon master-like man rang his finger.

Looks like the tension my buddies were loosening back to that sight. I won't put my hands on the weapon, but I'm in a position to drop my knee a little and move into action at any time.

'Come on, have a seat. You'll want to hear a lot about it. You can ask me any questions you want.'

I can't say enough that there is no possibility of a trap, but I also want to avoid damaging the mood of the other person.

"It's Suari."

"Yeah, you are. Shall we sit first?"

Have you guessed what you want to say? I have boundaries, so I can prevent anything from happening. We should make sure we're safe first, and then we should all try.

Put me next to the chair and Ramis will sit down. Hulumi sat down from the car next to me pinching him.

There's nothing particularly strange about it. Hulumi also seemed to check the chair for any tricks when sitting down, but I guess there was nothing suspicious about not saying anything.

The fellows sat all in their seats in surprise.

"Now, have a drink and a tea treat -"

"Welcome"

Make a statement blocking the other person's words. Beverages and tea and confectionery can't be given away as vending machines. Besides, this prevents people from working on drinks.

'Can you provide it instead? I've been interested in seeing how you guys are doing for a long time. Can I ask you a favor?

Were you unwilling to plant anything from the beginning? You gave up your role lightly.

I understand my fellow favorites, so they all provided separate items. I don't know my taste in dungeon masters, so I prefer carbonated drinks and milk tea.

Ask Ramis and Hulumi to distribute it. The Dungeon Master takes the pet bottle in his hand and observes happily that 'ho, this is the one'.

'Thank you for the lovely stuff. Then you can eat and drink, and I'll take your questions.'

Gentle face with a smiling wrinkle on her calm expression. That's all I want to trust, but if I can judge people's contents by their appearance alone, I won't have a hard time.

I'm talking about what happens to me when I look like a vending machine if that's all I know.

Now, what to ask and what to ask from. Is this soft middle age really the one who created the dungeon? Everything becomes clear in this discussion.