Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Slowly descend the wire entangling the junction into the sea, with consciousness on board.

Even though we're linking them, they're still getting harder to manipulate as they get farther away...

About a hundred, two hundred, two hundred thirty meters left me unconscious.

"No. Completely out of control..."

God of this world (?) This is my limit as a person, even though I was intervened in. How can I say foolishness?

"What's going on?

"I couldn't manipulate the wire beyond my limits. Wally, hold this for me. Just dive in and get caught up."

The wire was passed to Kaina and the coupling boundary was severed.

I lowered my fangs, took them off and then jumped into the ocean. It won't sink if it's a fang.

As I manipulated and sank the junction, I noticed that my vision was clearer than ever.

Three hundred meters is a pretty deep sea, isn't it? Why is my vision so clear! Notice me!

Ha! Are you kidding me?

Why not? Well, I guess the usual fantasy theory works. Don't worry about it.

I joined the junctions to the wires that were stopped in the sea and dived towards Mr. Rock.

"Mr. Rock, can you hear me?

When did the monitor disappear, so I called directly to Mr. Rock - and the monitors showed up. Is that speech recognition?

"Me."

Does communication not exist in Mr. Rock's world? Something doesn't mesh with the conversation. No, well, an apostle from space (a lost name to say?) It's not a line that you talk to and say.

"I'm going to wrap this wire around Mr. Rock now. Then we'll go to sea."

"Leave it to Bae"

"Aye. Then I'll do it."

Manipulate the wire and wrap it around Mr. Rock. The winding is textuous. I don't deserve to hang balls.

"All you have to do is wrap yourself around Mr. Rock in a junction and you'll be fine."

It works directly, so it works around it. Avoid leaving any holy money behind. You're crossing your limits. Shh. Do you distinguish between Mr. Rock and the Holy Gold?

After wrapping only Mr. Rock, he wraps up the sacred gold that spills out of his arms, legs, and face area and sticks it to the body.

"Mr. Rock is hard to work with, but the stakes aren't that good."

Fantasy theory has many mysteries too, but space theory is more than that. When we get here, the penetration won't even happen.

"Well, don't pull it up."

Tell Mr. Rock to head to sea. Damn, salvage is mendoxy. I can't have a marine romance or anything.

Rise from the sea and wear your fangs again. So, huge. Something's springing up, but in the absence of a penetration, I just have to go through. Pritzan, cambah ~ ck!

"... you think you're normal when you're looking at the bei..."

What are you talking about, this Ampontin Demon King?

"No, you're more unusual! That's my line!

I don't need that kind of penetration! I don't want you to tell me you want to dogfight the fleet!!

"... both if you look at them from me..."

Hi, I got a penetration from an insane, freedom ghost ~. Shit! That's why you don't want that kind of penetration! It's a real penetrator, Pleas!

"Son of a bitch! Why isn't there a normal guy around me?

"Well, Master Bei at the center is jumping through."

"It's my fault!

I can't help but go in - it's a statement, it!

"It must be because of the bei"

"It must be Master Bae's fault."

It was my fault ~! No! Then it's like I'm calling! Objection, you bastards!

I'll try to be outraged, but I can't find any words to argue with, and regrettably take the wire away from Kaina, and pull Mr. Rock up - no! It's fucking heavy!

I read that the power of a fang can lift it without difficulty, even if it weighs as much as a rock, but it was completely out of sight. How heavy is it, Mr. Rock?

"Kaina, help!

Pass the wire you have to Kaina, grab the wire that was floating in the air, and tangle it in the first wire.

"Pull!

"Icer!"

Pulling with the power of the two, they floated just a little. but still heavy! We've got to wrap it around the border. It's out of weight, this!

"No. More Mockingbirds. Kaina, please."

"Copy that. Just the three of us, okay?

"I'll take care of it. I'll deform about three of them for now. You look like Kaina's, like, black southerners, right?

I don't want to hear about my personal preferences.

"Yeah. But mark me that I know the individual. Oh, please, on the most plane, on the second. Put a number on your shoulder."

That's a lot of orders. I don't have the ability to do that. I'll paint it and coat it in the junction, so bear with me.

Turn down the fangs again, take them off, and then go up to the aircraft carrier.

"I didn't think you'd have this hard time pulling it up."

Still it is the responsibility of those involved to do something about it. Me, Gumball, that's it.