Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

"... at all, fantasy is so strange..."

Well, I guess the strangest thing is me.

I don't know if I can afford a strong man or if he's just a brain muscle, but he was nibbling and looking at me until this one got back on his feet.

"... be, be..."

I laughed invincibly to reassure the stunned Basil grandmothers.

"It's okay. Ever since the magic defense."

No, I didn't do anything, but I can make a body that's fine even with five tons of stuff.

There is no pain in taking a five-ton punch if it strikes. But I have a good feeling about it. Really, this body is super weird.

Well, I don't care about that. You mean you couldn't detect magic, you mean the proud org of power?

Orga is also a man-made species, so there is magic (though less). So I can sense magic somehow, but I don't feel any magic from this guy. Even if you do, it won't matter if you see it.

"Basil's old man. I'll take care of this place. Run."

Oh, it's like some kind of death flag.

"... but..."

"It doesn't help to have grandmothers. Rather report to the Adventurer Alliance. And I'm sure there's going to be a C-level adventurer party you mentioned earlier, so tell him to back me up."

"Ha ha! You're such a cool kid. Fine, I'll let you get away with it."

This guy made a decision with his brain muscle, Idiot.

"Oh, that's wary. Thanks for the help."

Really, the enemy is dumb and more than anything.

"Look, grannies, go. I can only get in the way."

First of all, they're the ones who get killed, and it's Mendeaux to deal with this guy while protecting him. I'm just a villager, I only have about level three sense of combat. Well, if you have a sense of killing, you have about level fifty.

reluctantly, but my grandparents walked away from me.

"I don't expect much, but can I ask you what you've done?

"I've come to see you."

"Me? Is a human kid that rare?

Temei would look stranger from me.

"Oh. It's just a human kid knocking Ricks out, you're gonna have to watch it."

Somehow, don't speak people's language fluently to the crap out of your brain muscle, Idiot. Is this an evolutionary business?

"I'm not expecting this either, but where's Temei's head?

My temples moved piquely to the question.

It's not just words, it's facial expressions evolving for nothing.

"... you, how far do you know..."

The look on the face of a beautiful sturdy orga that I could afford all at once makes me feel worse. Really, that would be silly and helpful.

Take the single broken junction that was tight in the left pocket of your trousers and close it to your mouth.

"Open sesame seeds"

The junction of one crack of this is activated. Spatially connected with the junction I have.

"You hear me, handsome goblin parent? I'll be out of your way in time, so get me some tea and sweets and wait. And the one on that handsome goblin's neck, beware, touching it poorly can cause a lot of trouble. Bye."

I said and cut the spatial coupling.

"Until what?

I probably gave him a nickel laugh at a beautiful sturdy orga that was furious.

"... Kiki, you... Huh!

"Ahaha! Are you angry at me? Evolve so you can disgrace your ignorance more than evolve to be angry. That's why Temei and the others can only be demons."

Don't think you can beat a mortal who can grow up a bit foolishly. Beautiful Mr. Auga!

"Kill!

It progressed as it recessed the earth.

Ha! I'm tired of seeing that kind of rush, horny pig.

Take a big punch of a sturdy orga with one hand. Yeah. You're a mince if you're a normal person.

"It's a good punch. We can go for the world."

What is it? The penetration with is no thanksgiving. I just really wanted to do a story.

"... ba, the bucket thing..."

"Oh. Yes. Bullshit. I'm on my way to something like that, don't think you can go home for free."

Bakery stuff is superior. Better than a geezer.

"Oh, yeah. I just wanted to ask you one more thing. You don't have nightmares, do you?

I grin niggardly as I look into the eyes of the geez bastard.

It's a little troublesome to have no magic, but if you're coming in a flesh-bomb battle, problem nashing. I'll give you the blood, Shomben.

……………

The complexion of a sturdy orga turns blue. Even though it's red. Pup.

"Well. It's R18 time from here, but what, don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you. But next time, watch out for the weak because it will be a brutal portrayal."

Who are you talking to? The penetration with is no thanksgiving. A lot of things, in this world.

"Come on, let's get started. My iron number 0-28..."