Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

"Hmm?"

As I was preparing for lunch, I felt something hit my head and looked up reflexively.

"... rain, or..."

The pounding and the rain grains fall off.

"It's gonna rain on the Devil's Lands, too."

I didn't think it was going to rain, imaginatively or for what I saw.

"It rarely comes down, and it often comes down to about light rain. Is it like foggy rain?"

Yes, it is. Then why don't you grow grass?

"If the plants are native, there's still salvation."

As far as I can tell, I haven't even grown a pencil grass.

"No, the plants are growing. There, can you see it?

Mr. Leiko pointed far away.

I close my eyes and look, but I don't know. Create junction binoculars and see them again.

"It's a little bit down there."

Do you know where I'm looking, Mr. Leiko? I wonder what the ghost is looking at right now.

Well, whatever the mystery of ghosts is, you're down there.

"Yes, there it is. It's hard to tell because it's simulated on the rocks around us, but there's a lot of short thorns out there, you know?

Lots of short thorns......

"Uh, hi! All right, all right. This one! It's definitely simulated on a rock."

If you haven't picked herbs or walked mountains from day to day, you won't spot them.

It's far away and I don't know the size, but don't think about me, it's fist-sized because I feel it.

"Is it a kind of cactus?

"Your husband calls me Hoffa. They're putting together a plum-based flow."

"If that's what the teacher calls it, is it going to be some kind of drug ingredient?

"Are you calling it medicine or insect repellent? Because if you sprinkle Hoffa's liquid on the earth, the worm will not come to you."

I don't know how many worms on the Devil's Continent are, but does it work for the worms on the continent where we live (about a meter in the arms of a child) too? Worms are hard to get rid of.

"Is Hoffa pretty much alive?

"Yes, because it is the staple food of Cushunger, which feeds livestock"

Dragon men, I'm eating that one. Hmm? What livestock?

"In plain sight to Master Bae, is that a turtle? It's a little different than being in the ocean."

Is that a land turtle? Well, fantasy creatures. That slight difference, I guess, is going to be completely different.

"So, the liquor the dragon men are drinking is made from that turtle?

"Yes, from the turtle's milk, though."

Turtle milk? Are tortoises in the Devil's Continent mammals? What evolution has it gone through?

"Well, I'd rather not pick it."

"Right. I'll pick it up around here."

It's easier for me to pick it up than pick it myself, exchange things, and this time I'll just pick some for a try.

"Be careful. 'Cause there's a razor."

It's okay. The racing suit has boundaries. Don't worry, the dragon bit me.

Well, since he's a great foe to guard against, he walked out to Hoffa.

As I proceeded with vigilance, I heard from somewhere a razor and a sound that something would plunder.

"... is that a sawdust?

"Right. Because sasoris are carnivorous and I prefer the meat of Cushunger."

Are you gonna eat that dragon man? How strong are you?

"Does the Sasori of the Devil's Continent hunt for prey in herds?

Sasori in his previous life acted alone, though. Well, I wasn't that familiar with the sasori.

"No, I hunt my prey alone. Because it's highly territorial."

If it's not a herd, it's not that threatening. Well, in front of my boundaries and dirt magic, even the herd isn't a threat.

Stand up and look around.

"You're after me."

Of course, not Mr. Leiko, but me.

... Well, I'd love to see some ghost-eating creatures...

The sound of sarcasm became higher and a giant black one appeared from my right hand...... but hey sasori.

"That's a subtle size."

Big enough to look like an asshole compared to a previous life sasori, but in a fantastic world, a meter size was subtle.

"If it's a group, it's still a threat if it's one, isn't it?

I pulled the trigger toward the sawdust to try.

Bread! Cum! and the bullet that hit the sasori directly was bounced about the same time as the firing noise.

"You're hard."

It's iron already, what about the crust of the sasori?

"It's true that in Namakura, it doesn't fit into the crust of a sasori."

It's harder than a lousy dragon scale, isn't it?

"Yes, and I spit poison out of my mouth, because my tail moves in a freakishly free way"

When Mr. Leiko said so, a foggy poison was thrown out of the sasori's mouth.

... Say that quickly...

Well, I'm covering my head in the junction, so there's no problem.

I don't know if you understood the poison didn't work or if that was the hunting behavior of the sasori, but a tail like rubber attacked me from the left.

However, he is bounced into the junction he applied to the racing suit.

"Capture"

So, from the end to the end. I stabbed the junction knife in the brain and killed you, and I served in an infinite bag.

"Shall we do something else?

"Maybe, I don't think so. Fine, because the territory is wide."

Then do you want to go pick up Hoffa?

Reach Hoffa and observe carefully. Touch Hoffa where I slapped him in the head.

"Unlike the way you look, you're soft."

Something's buoyant.

"Because Hoffa is a plant that stores water. Well, I don't drink."

I don't want to drink anything that keeps the worm away, even if I can. I don't like it.

I was afraid to crush it, so I wrapped it in the junction and collected it.

"Here's one, you don't seem to have three hundred milliliters. Pick about five or six."

Dragon Man wouldn't be angry about that either.

He looked around, picked up five nearby hoffas, and went back to zero-one modification + camper.

It's a good start.

I hocked at the fact that the Devil's Continent, which I thought was nothing, was quite abundant and made my heart dance to treasures I had yet to see.