Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

"A Pot of Hundreds of Industries" - In a big pot of goths named that way by collectors, the whole demon has been waiting for the time to unseal it.

Back 10,000 years ago, the end of the era of the living mythology of the four great Creator gods. A hundred great demons were sealed in this great pot by Mahalvo, the god of fire.

But that's not to protect humans from the Great Devil.

To create a vicious demon by the evil law, by the compulsion of the poison.

A potion ritual is a ritual in which multiple demons are sealed in the same space to feed each other, thus creating a great demon with additional power.

In modern times, most sorceries and rituals using such demons and spirits are forbidden, and many of the books are also burned down.

Normally, a potion ritual is one that traps about five demons... but a potion ritual performed directly by Mahalvo was on a truly out-of-the-box scale with what humans do.

Neither the quality nor the number of demons used is comparable.

And Maharbo, who made a pot of antidote, tells his followers:

'Better than this, I enter the battle against Kudr. Take four of the five elders and raid the exhausted Kudr...... but first, they will lose. Let Dougla be the LORD of this land, the last of the five great elders. You guys did a great job, but no more. It will only increase the number of dead. If I die, Kudr will not burn any more nations or people. You can't afford that with him. Good evening. God of the sky, you'll be busy chasing Silfaim. But if Kudr shows up in this Maharoun kingdom... open this pot and let the devil escape. This demon will never protect the people, but Kudr should be more conscious of killing this demon than burning the country. You will follow the devil and leave the kingdom of Maharoun'

Mahalvo said he would never show up again after he told him this.

In the end, there was no opportunity to open a pot of antidote to the Maharoun Empire.

As it was, 10,000 years passed, and the collectors brought out what was stored deep inside the Great Temple dedicated to the Maharbo

The sealed great demons fought, resented, devoured, sometimes separated and devoured each other again, over and over again during their eternity.

The king of the hundreds, born at the end of it, looked nothing like any of the first hundred great demons sealed.

The King of Hundreds has no memory or anything.

But only the infinitely swollen resentment and the magic that bounced proportionally just kept accumulating in those 10,000 years.

Since the battle between Abel and the gatherer began, the king of the hundreds had realized that the time was near when his seal could be lifted.

I don't know anything about the outside world.

Now, only the two magic powers were well sensed.

The king of the hundreds, who perceived the magic, thought that if there were times when those who were sealing themselves could be opened, there must be no other than now.

In fact, if a hundred-business pot is in the hands of curious Abel, it is imperative to unseal it sooner or later by losing desire while thinking it is not good.

The king of Hundreds, but waited for that time. Though a king of a hundred industries who waited 10,000 years, he could not hold back his overflowing willingness to fight and resentment, and desire for food, before feeling close to certainty.

"Not yet or not yet"

"Not yet, isn't it?"

"When our self is unleashed, we eat and destroy not only the devil or a part of our body, but everything in the world, and I evolve eternally"

In the darkness, the king of the hundreds opened a thousand mouths and drowned.