Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Just moments before Abel and the others headed to Altamia, the final hierarchy of the witch tower - one big man, wrapped in a blue coat, was walking on the first tier.

He is a legendary adventurer and collector.

"The witch tower has a peculiar junction, with different views from hierarchy to hierarchy. The first tier is the Great Plains…?"

After ringing his tongue, he turns while ringing his neck with a stir.

A hierarchy of witch towers was no different from the exterior, just a killer landscape brick spread.

"Apparently it was just a big lie. I can't even count on Nana anymore."

Indeed, to the point of impeccability, grass and dirt stains can be seen on bricks.

It just seems like a lonely dungeon, where people can't get through.

If you claim that this is the great plain of a peculiar junction, then it is the great plain everywhere, depending on your heart.

(I didn't go all the way to the kingdom of Dinlat for something like this... Legendary dungeon, I thought I'd find my new collection when I heard that no one had ever set foot ahead of the fifth tier in a hundred years, but I didn't think I'd be danced to this typical demma of my own now. utterly irritating)

It was a hundred years ago that the collectors came before the kingdom of Dinlat.

Around other nations, the days of treasure hunting have long dawned.

We returned to the kingdom of Dinlat only because we heard of the existence of the tower of witches, rumoured to be sleeping with various treasures.

That is the case. I was so angry.

The collector tilts his neck upwards.

I saw a big hole in the ceiling.

(............... a trail of sorcery? Unexpectedly, you're making it coarse. It would be the earliest miracle that it had not collapsed before. Even a fool who punches a magic trick like this in a narrow dungeon is an idiot)

The collector sighed, looking at the ceiling.

(But we've come this far. Only the height of this tower was quite high. Let's just climb to the top. No way. It's just a joke, not to mention I built such a stupid big tower. Everything can't be a lie. climb to the top and you might find something blind)

As the collector points his arm towards the hole, a dagger appears in his hand.

The collector narrowed his eyes and stared, aiming at the wall at the end of the hole, sticking out his dagger.

The blade of the dagger was ejected, and in an instant it was inserted into the wall on the extension line.

Between the blade and the pattern, a long chain drips.

When the collector grips the pattern strongly, the chains are wrapped up in an instant.

The power of the chain pushed his body up into space and moved him straight to the second tier.

The blade that was ejected fully meets the pattern and becomes as if it were sticking a sword against the wall.

The collector hung his foot on the wall and pulled out the blade, which had been stabbed deep, with ease.

"Huhahahahaha! It's easy! Thanks for the holed fool...... huh?

The neighborhood, as always, was a killer landscape brick.

That's good. Collectors knew that rumors were just exaggerated fairytales, such as various landscapes.

However, the magic that was piercing the dungeon did not lose momentum, and it continued to penetrate the second tier of the ceiling.

(... If this looks like it, don't let the three tiers turn into wreckage. Seemed three times dumber than I thought)

Besides, in the middle of the second tier, where brick wreckage splashes, a staircase was set up, cementing the soil as reopened.

"You're not evil at all, you idiot"

The collector touched the stairs with his hands.

(Hmm, from the traces of the Spirit, it's just recently)

The collector climbed to the third level by climbing a staircase that the magician who had gone on to build.

Still, the sorcerer who created this tragedy may remain within this tower.

For a little while, you may be able to truly try and shoot treasure items collected from all over the world.

I'm pretty sure he's a character breaker, but the magnitude of witchcraft is pretty vast.

I guess he's somewhat of a famous sorcerer.

Think that way, climb the stairs.

The tip of the climb was a strip, turned into scattered debris wreckage.

"I don't know."

The magic that came through from one to three levels seemed to have gone straight through the wall.

On the road to come here, the collectors had heard a loud explosion from afar once, but that might have been the sound of the demon bullet that half-burned the witch's tower flying high in the sky.

".................. Hmm"

The three tiers were certainly just the ruins of the wreckage, too, but there was something odd about it, and that caught the collector's attention.

The floor in the hierarchy is slightly wet, and seems to have just died of running out of water, dry, half-fish ghosts (sea marlin) and the carcasses of the first Tobiuo rolling in the corridor.

There was a strange bias in the carcass stowage.

Continuing his journey over hundreds of years, the insightful collector realized that it was a trail of spatial magic.

If the space had been extended by magic, when it was interrupted, a partial contraction of space would occur and the internal one would be moved to a skewed position.

The carcass bias, indeed, was such.

(Obviously, it looks like the warcraft of the system that lives by the water lived there for a long time. It may not have been just a rumor, though, that you look different from hierarchy to hierarchy. However, unfortunately, apparently after the outrageous bastard has passed by)

Looking at the dry carcass, the collector zeroed in.

There may have been massive spatial manipulation by peculiar junctions.

Apparently, there was a giant fool who unleashed a magic trick that just smashed the line with force, without any particular deep purpose.

A collector's foot steps on the head of a dead half-fish ghost (Sea Marine).

The collector kicked the universe and after flying pieces of meat stuck behind him, he saw the crushed carcass at his feet and laughed with his nose.

"But I'll see the outer roads so far in a while. I can't talk about people, either. Fuhahahahahahaha"

The collector looked out at the sky from the big hole in the wall before climbing the stairs to the fourth level.

The four tiers were fantastic woods. It's narrow enough to describe it as a previous dungeon, and when it comes to warcraft, goblins are all carcasses, unlike too crude brick wreckage. It is a forest of considerable size.

The trees spread on one side, with leaves of various colors.

(Oh, was the rumor true? Hmm, I see this junction is a little interesting. but......)

Around the ground were marks of something passing with tremendous momentum, decided and dug back.

Some parts of the tree have holes.

There seemed to be dozens of severely wounded dying dragon heads in the woods.

One scale of a first-rate adventurer-killer dragonhead that is supposed to form a herd and eat people is not there.

He was licking his buddy's wounds and making a pitiful squeal.

The Golden Dragonhead, which is generally considered to be of high value, also lay asleep looking up in the sky with body slur paint.

He was full of creation to see.

It doesn't look like he was hunting for value, especially on Dragonhead, to see where he left off doing that.

I wouldn't have even recognized him as a particular threat to see where there were traces of him chasing around.

"That's just me, I'm gonna pull this off a little..."

Looking at the dragon head, which looked at the collector with a threatened eye from the far-roll, the collector headed for the staircase leading to the fifth tier.