I Reincarnated Into a Vending Machine

"If it's not enough, they'll cut as many trees as they can!

"If you have enough power, help me out here!

"I could cook it out. Yo, we're all coarse!

A vibrant voice echoes the abandoned town. That's not one or two, dozens of people shouting up and working busily.

Demons overflowed. Some people didn't even show how depressed they were when most of the town was destroyed, and immediately began reconstruction work.

The people who originally lived in the town gave me pessimism and said they were just stood up blankly, but the people who came from the dungeon work fine without showing any stray.

They have already overcome adversity many times and are a treasure when it comes to reconstruction work. When it comes to removing debris and restoring walls and homes, it's comparable to the craftsmen in town to say they're just residents and hunters.

"Do you want me to reinforce this place with dirt magic?"

"Somebody give me a nail. At this point, I'll fix it properly."

Experience in the lake hierarchy of the fresh stream, which was devastated twice, seems to have taken the people of the dungeon to the craftsmanship level.

The town is now rebuilding at an incredible rate.

Even though it was the second day after the town collapsed, there was a simple private house built with rubble in the vicinity of Mimi, where the former dungeon was located, and even people had already begun to do business.

"I don't care what you pay for, so eat up! Munami, your hands are gone!

"Mother, fat!

The earliest possible start to the dining room was the mother and daughter who had a lodging in the lake of Qingliu.

Using handheld ingredients and meat of animals and demons that the hunters have hunted around town, they behave in dishes that the town's inhabitants have never tasted.

Sometimes it's good, people's rows don't break.

"I knew it was the right thing to do with condiments."

"Yeah, Mother, great!

Mother and daughter, who behave like cooking while tapping lightly, smile and serve customers even though this is the situation. People who were depressed also seem to recover their energy and motivation when they eat here, clenching their fists and joining the reconstruction effort.

Black clothed men and women gather at the gates of the town, packing ornaments and weapons that may be of value because they are seen in loaded hog cars.

"Dear Suori, I'll be ready in a little while"

"Once you have finished carrying your luggage, the wrinkles will depart immediately"

A twin-tailed girl told the man in black that she was helping him carry things diligently with a small body.

The black clothes around hearing that frown root.

"Dear Suori. It is also possible that there are still demons overflowing from the dungeons. And isn't it too dangerous not to hire an escort hunter?"

"No matter how many people we have in the reconstruction effort, we don't have enough. We just have to do something with the straw. And I trust you all."

That being said and smiled back at the Lord, nothing can be said back, and the black clothes bow their heads deeply.

Previously, I was a suori who stood out to me and had a commensurate young age, but the encounter and experience in the dungeon made the girl grow up a lot.

Suori made an immediate decision to buy a loaded hog car that was safe and sell it in a nearby town by putting the expensive items on the carrier that she managed to bring out.

With that sale, he buys up large quantities of food and the essentials necessary for reconstruction, and the rest of the money is going to be used to hire and pay people to do reconstruction work.

"Well, if Mr. Hackon gets back, it's all going to end in jail."

With that said, the black clothes glare at the Lord, who laughs with joy somewhere.

Today, the black clothes swear to give their lives for this one, but Suori, who doesn't know it, worked hard, sweating together.

In a corner of town scattered with rubble, there are stylish women gathered together.

The outfit is a very common thing, but the slightest trick was strangely colorful, and the man who walked by accidentally stopped and poured a hot gaze.

"Guys, your job is off for a while, so I think anyone who wants to make money should move to another town."

Shirley, who was partitioning his evening job at the Lake Hierarchy in Clean Stream, seems to be gathering employees to talk about his future policies.

Shirley dressed in high-exposure flashy attire at the time of business, but here she was in plain shades, shortbread and sleeveless shirts, stretching her chest and talking to her employees.

"With a letter of recommendation from me, you can do business in Imperial City. So don't hesitate to tell me who you want. I'll introduce you to the old fashioned shop."

Despite the words she uttered, no one tries to move forward and want references.

All they did was laugh bitterly and praise their shoulders.

"Uh, are we all good? Even if we're here, we're just gonna help you rebuild?

Usually Shirley behaved like Rin, but the employees are soothed by the adorable way she tilts her little neck.

"Mr. Shirley picked me up where I couldn't keep hunters. I'll follow you everywhere."

"Yeah, yeah, I want to thank you back, and there can't be more workplaces than here!

They're all unwilling to leave her, insisting on staying here.

Shirley, for a moment, will look like she's about to cry, but bite her lips off and look up to heaven.

When I exhaled loudly and then turned back to the front, there was a full grin there.

"Damn, you're just a bunch of idiots. Okay, when this place is rebuilt, we'll make money together again. Until then, I'll be working with you on the reconstruction work... and I can only pay you a little."

"Enough, if we can work together. Hey, guys!

"Ugh!" "Don't hesitate to use it!" "Because I'm used to reconstruction work!

Thus, from this day forward, the reconstruction work scene will frequently see beautiful women, and the motivation of the men who were encouraging the work will increase.

"Dark Chairman, do you know where it is?

If a petty looking boy drops his gaze into the shadow beneath his feet and sees him talking from the side, he'll look a little strange on the kid.

When the shadow beneath his feet suddenly rose, it became an adult and removed a dazzling golden coat from his body.

"Dog Iwayama Chairman, if it's not easy to figure it out, nobody's gonna have a hard time."

"'Cause, uh, I'm dying to find you, you were so prestigious, right?

"Prestigious Toranwo! I didn't think it would be hard not to come back at that time."

The Dark Chairman assimilated into the shadows and dived into the ground, expecting it to be easy to find if he searched for the vicinity where the door was, but he is still unable to find it.

The exact location is not known because the length of the staircase leading from the dungeon to the ground is not clear and could have been flushed into the dust when it collapsed.

I have to look for lice, and the Dark Chairman keeps searching with little sleep.

"Well, you don't, do you? Hackon is sturdy, so he's still okay. Yeah, yeah."

I mouth it in a light condition, so it also sounds silly, but the person is seriously going to be worried.

"Wye wants to find me first, but if I keep doing this, I'm going to be crossed first"

It was an empty hole in the ground that the Dark Chairman turned to.

The hole is where the former dungeon was located, but until two days ago, it can't even be called a hole. It has now turned into a large hole with a hard bottom to see.

Why did that happen? That's the girl who's still rolling up the dirt and digging through the center of the hole - Ramis was the killer.

"No, no, no, no!

She is seriously worried by her buddies as she digs unconsciously, as she is still soiled today, but she will not rest that hand.

The giant shovel in my hand was made by Hulumi, a demon engineer who is a childhood tame, but it was severely damaged immediately, and it was already the sixth one.

The winding dirt sand is packed in a giant bag by the pity beside it, and the sides of the hole are climbed out. That doesn't chase the process alone, so Grandpa Shimelai manipulates the wind to bring it near the outer walls of the collapsed town.

"It's time, if you don't do something about it, Ramis's body won't hold. Grandma, can you do something?"

"I've persuaded you many times, but you can't try to stop trying. They're still trying to convince me..."

Ahead of the old couple looking at each other with their shoulders aligned, there were two figures approaching Ramis.

One is the gardener, wearing a white headscarf and smiling calmly. The other one has a round grill of small animals that he has shot himself at. Shui.

By the way, Shui was going to go after the army of demons, but he's here because of the decision that he might run out of food along the way.

"Mr. Rummis, why don't you rest? You have no ex-girlfriend or child to destroy your body."

"If Hackon finds out, he'll be pissed off."

Stop the movement with the shovel stuck in the two words.

Rummis' eyelids toward the two only by his neck are red and swollen, and I can't feel the anger from that expression.

"But Hackon, Hackon..."

One of her handles, energy, is lost and cloudy eyes stare into the void.

I am heavily aware that Ramis is also impotent, but I can't help but move my body, move my body to the limits of my own flesh and lose my mind. I was repeating that.

"I know how you feel, but as Shui also said, Mr. Hakkon doesn't want such impotence."

"But, but, so be it!

There was a shadow of Rummis shaking her hair and resisting while she was curling.

Standing behind her not trying to accept opinions like a wacko, she raises her pin and finger stretched right hand and waves momentum down to the brain.

"Help Hackon, hit it! Hey, what are you doing, Hulumi!

I stare at Ramisu from the front grabbing him by the humi in the shaken position, and now I pick those cheeks with both fingers and pull them to the side.

"Yippee, Yippee, Yippee"

"Rummis, it's been a long time, you don't listen to people! All of them here want to save Hackon as much as you do. That's not why you don't know."

"I know, I know, I know... but yeah, but, of course, we are!

Zero large tears, holding the head of the complaining Ramisu, Hulumi gently strokes.

"Damn it, it's really no different, what about Ramis? But I'm with you to do something about it."

There was a niggling, confidently laughing Hulumi as Ramis raised his smiling face to a word he never thought possible. Stick your hand in your trouser pocket and remove the small egg-shaped demon prop.

"This used to be... that, that's a bit of a near-made demon prop, it was supposed to be a demon prop that listened to the voice of the soul... well, that's fine. He was reborn into a magic trick to explore the place of his soul."

"Uh, uh, I mean,"

"With this, we can also find Hackon's soul - and make it possible"

When Hulumi, confidently speaking, activated the magic prop, the overflowing light pierced the ground.