Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Though there was no sound with the cachary, the transition junction door opened smoothly for me. All right!

The concatenation world, created long ago, was finally audio.

In spite of his freedom, he couldn't make a metastatic connection.

Intervention by God (?) at first? I gave up on it, but it seemed like it was caused by a lack of image.

Well, that's my own speculation, but Elina could have easily created it, listened to its principles (imagination?), and tried it out.

It was a transfer a few meters away, but it turns out it is. The rest, then, was creativity and sincere effort, creating a junction door that took two whole days.

It's the fourth one I've created in this metastatic junction door, and I know it's okay now, but I can't feel safe without trying to open things just to things.

"... you're connected properly..."

If I could open it, it would be evidence of a connection, but I could dive through the door, see the sight and relieve myself.

"Hey, what, here!?

"Huh? Empty!?

Pritz-Anya Mita, the maids who followed me surprised me.

Well, I guess I can't either. If you dive in the door, it's three hundred and sixty degrees.

"Bae! What the hell is this place?!?

"It's my world. No name yet."

No, well, the guy who names his room (the world) doesn't, and I guess it doesn't matter if it's a separate house.

"... the world is going to run all the way up the diagonal again..."

I didn't create anything, and there were more than a dozen identical ones (what are the units of the world?). I'm just letting you take advantage of what happened. If you're complaining, tell the guy who created it.

"This is my room, or I'll put the house down so the maids can use it downstairs. I can get down from there."

This is the top of the mountain, by analogy. It's not where people say they want to live. but I dare to live in this place. I liked it here.

"What, the ocean!?

"But there's a wall..."

The maids standing on the outer perimeter at the top were stunned by the sight they could see from there.

"Bae! Really, what is this place?

It's the boxyard.

"More words! I don't know!

Shit, it's Merchant with comprehension.

"Make sure with your own eyes. It's more understandable."

This box yard is not small enough to be understood even if I explain it in words. With your own eyes, with your feet...... no, look around with your feathers. Pull yourself out of that grandeur.

"Yeah, I'll see"

Oh, come on in.

"Look at Mita, too. Come on. I'm just gonna set up a house and clean it up, and then I'm gonna go back to vibrating."

He's nagging because he wants to see it himself. I'll encourage the all-purpose maid.

"Yes. Um, are you sure we're free down there?

"I don't mind. There's plenty of land."

I have about a little island if I make it big. About 10,000 people will be able to afford to live.

"So, I'm coming."

Oh, come on in.

Drop off the groovy Mita and head to the center at the top.

The size here was enough to allow baseball, and about twenty metres of trees were planted in the outer periphery at equal intervals.

"... even though it's full of fruit..."

If you're just a peach, you're a hitcher, but you're just sad with something you don't even eat. Fuck, plant something you can eat.

"Do you want to sell it as fruit juice? Peeta, Beada, come out here for a second. No."

Poking his inner pocket into a ton, he moved and Peeta and Beada came out.

"Pi!

"Bi!

What's it like, two healthy guys just like Konnyaro? They're jealous.

"Wally, dig me a hole. Leave the dirt around there. I'll use it later."

He instructed the breadth and depth of the hole to create the foundation of the house with earthly magic.

"Something like this?"

I calculated it correctly. Yes, almost. But I had the experience of making it once and lived in it for many years. I remember my body.

I laid a bond on the foundation, took out the old home I had put in my storage bag, and placed it on top of the bond.

"... I didn't know I was going to live there again..."

With Pritsuya's abilities, it's going to be a little bit decadent.

Stop where it fits perfectly to the foundation. Round the house to check the installation surface. Hey, that feels good.

It erased the laid boundaries and imposed the hexagon boundaries on the foundation and the entire house.

Often, nostalgia...... I haven't seen my home on my chest for a long time.

"Master"

Against me in Doremi's voice, he pushed that or this thing that accumulated in his chest.

"All right!"

I don't even know what the mood is, but I reached for the door and opened up momentum.

"I'm home!

And I went home fine.