Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

... Just about time, you surrender?

I feel like I've finally lost my will to fight from the collectors.

You must have enjoyed a lot of whipping.

When I was thinking about stopping it once I finished striking the thirteenth, a collector who was supposed to have been imprisoned on the floor showed a completely different move than before.

No, the motion, I didn't see it.

At some point he had taken it off his teeth and stood directly in front of him against the giant whip.

And he waved the sword far faster than ever before, and took the giant whip.

The collector lowers his posture and withstands the impact. Totally accepted.

The overwhelming destructive power of the giant whip left a linear scar on the floor on the top floor of the Witch's Tower, but only where the collector stands is the recoil received by the collector, leaving only deep traces of his feet.

"Oh, that...?

Suddenly your powers have intensified?

I wasn't supposed to be able to handle it at all until just now... Thinking that the collector's body, which should have been a giant, is shrinking slightly.

"Though many legends have decayed, you will remain in my hands, or you will be the King of the Crushing Right, Koromyishkeida Ray."

The voice was something I had never heard before.

Low, but not crouched.

The collector wiggled his jacket, which should have been the perfect size until now, slightly extravagantly, causing the loose bandage wrapped around his face to look troublesome and cut a thousand pieces.

"I don't know what else to do... I didn't mean to use it this way, but in my old body, which is like a dead man with an extended life, it seems to me that it doesn't extend to you. It was hard to think about and hard to admit at the same time... but it seemed to be true."

From the back of the torn bandage, a large look with brutal light peeps.

A magic formation is carved around the forehead, and part of the procedure just overlaps the eye, as if a makeup is applied vertically from above both eyes.

The skin has also changed from something like the joints of the skin of the dead, reminiscent of the gray undead that we have occasionally peeked at so far, to white, fine skin.

Although there is some insane part to it, it transformed into an unusual youth figure after hitting it like before.

Collectors tear their coats bare with annoying hands and rewind them forcefully to their bodies.

When the area where the head was covered came off, long hair divided into a different color, left and right, glossy purple blue and white, swelled.

The height has dropped from nearly 190 cm to about 180 cm.

"Wah, young...? No way......"

"Excellent! We're gonna stick together! Huhahahahahahaha! I feel like I woke up from eternal sleep! Now we can fight with full force, full season.

I also thought I'd switched with a completely different person, but that doesn't seem to be the case.

Those uniquely intimidating eyes definitely belonged to the collector who was staring at us from behind the bandage.

"I'm a cup of Amrita, and I succeeded in extending my life for three hundred years... but I didn't know I was going to digest a whole cup in one day in this place. He said he had three glasses of Amrita because of it, but the rest was just one. Thanks to you, my life span has shrunk for 300 years. But I feel terrible. Thank you, Abel."

You want to have one too!?

What are you really doing, that guy?

They took the national treasure. If you find out you've been swallowed up by the knoll on the spot, the high elves will all go mad.

Long stretched hair would be a secondary effect of Amrita.

It is believed that long hair that seems to stick to the floor is the result of a life force that is overflowing, added by Amrita's power.

But the question is, why did you even bother tossing Amrita aside and force her to compete with me?

To be clear, I don't think this battle or this reward is worth beating a glass of Amrita.

"Toolbag of a bulimic dragon," because it doesn't give way to me, it's just a promise to accompany the alchemy experiment.

"I said I was tired of my world, not just for your convenience. I gathered magic equipment from all over the world for comfort and I saw it, but I haven't had a chance to use what I gathered! No matter how much treasure, how much magic, after the sense of accomplishment, the emotions that would remain were voidness if returned to me. The more overlapping it is, the stronger it becomes. What am I collecting treasure for? What have I lived for, when I have gained extra life in people and crossed them forever! How many times have you asked yourself that! I can't possibly have that thing, with past powers in my hands! I pretended not to realize it, just gathered things together and left them desperate to fill the 'Rampage Dragon Toolbag' that would never be buried! Eventually, the common word" collector "will be enough to indicate me alone!

That's how the collectors bark and stick the Great Sword to the floor.

Making a loud noise, the Great Sword pierced the floor and rocked the whole room.

The collector lets go of his hand from the Great Sword and scratches his long hair as he mourns .

"But! Finally, I found a use for the magic equipment that kept accumulating! Abel! I will kill you with the power of the treasure that I have been collecting! That's how I can feel that my life wasn't careless! What a wonderful thing you are! I'll never forget the good fortune of meeting you here! Forever!

The collector spread his big mouth all ripped open and put his hands up to the ceiling.

That guy...... alone, what's all the excitement?

The collector turns from his broken face back to his swordswallowing face, staring at Altamia.

"Hey witch. Here, too narrow for me and Abel to settle. Provide a bigger, more sturdy space. And for Abel."

Altamia shook her shoulders frightened as she threatened, but slightly loosened her hard expression as she relieved herself.

"Good... you don't have to break it any more..."

Apparently, I had other guesses.

... I'm sorry that I went wild in people's homes as a result.

Altamia couldn't have stopped it, either.

If I was in a bad mood, I would have thought the collector's spearhead could be right for me.

"Come on, let's start the final round, Abel."

"It helps that you don't have to worry about the tower. Looks like Amrita's still here..."

Altamia looks at me with amazement.

"... you cared? Really?"

Amrita's waste, if possible, is where I want to take my last bite at the next gatherer's resurrection.

Though it's not in my hands, it's too nasty.