The Man Picked Up By the Gods (Reboot)

3 days later

It's the last one here.

The last three days have been almost insomniac. I spent most of my time working on it, although we chatted a little bit. When the end of all night work like this is now, it seems natural to think back to today...

"It's over here. Let's go next."

"Oh, come on, I thought you'd been doing this for hours."

"It's already sunset."

"This is also the end of cleaning the absorption tank with two bottles. Why don't you take a breath here?

"There is room for both strength and magic. Besides, we need to clean up as soon as possible."

"... you really don't seem to be pushing me..."

"It also looks awkward..."

"Atashi agrees. Then there's no reason to stop, but it's a fact that it's better to hurry..."

After cleaning the second bottle on the first day, Jeff and the three of them also got an understanding and moved the place and cleaned again. The next time I came out, the watchman was changing.

"Whoa, you're out"

"You're all Mia's people..."

It's WellAnna.

"Miseria"

"It's Syria. The night to morning watch became our responsibility. Nice to meet you, huh? Mr. Lyoma."

"Yes, thank you. Quick, but we're done here. Please confirm. Then I heard you were going to have a magic restoration potion for your supplies..."

"I do."

There are two main types of drugs in this world.

medicines (tickles) that utilize the pharmaceutically effective ingredients found in naturally occurring herbs and stones just like the Earth and

A magic medicine that obtains a medicinal effect from the magic contained in a material, or from a substance that has been transformed by magic. Potion refers to a type of magic medicine that is highly instant.

Syria, the rabbit ear, used the magic of appraisal on me and around me, and Miseria, the tiger ear, removed a glass container like a test tube from a large bag. Inside it is packed with a dark green, sarcastic liquid.

I was cautioned by Mr. Miseria that I could restore about 2,000 magic per bottle and that if I recovered more than my total amount of magic, I would suffer from an illness called magic sickness due to an overdose of magic, and I drank out 10 of the usual magic restoration potions after confirmation.

"Thank you, now we can move on"

"Already? I'm off for a while."

"You said you never took a break while Mia and the others were watching. You're not even eating, are you? Here."

What Mr. WellAnna offered with the words was a sandwich in the basket.

"I took it from my client's butler. We're just gonna have to eat this before we head out, okay?

"Deacon? Could it be Mr. Sebastian?

"Oh, that's certainly what you called it. You know him, don't you? You said you might forget to eat when you're obsessed with your job, so it looks like you've got another job to do, but I've been waiting for you."

There were no physical problems, but if you decide to be reluctant to actually forget, you will inevitably have more time to deal with them.

"You got word about the illness, didn't you?

"The Alliance Master says he'll get his hands on the Atasis by tomorrow through someone he knows.... you were really going to work all night long."

"Of course I was going to take a break."

"Its less of a break, even though it's enough to rest every single bottle"

"That's right... to tell the truth, I was a little suspicious. I thought it might be impossible."

"Because I have confidence in my health. I don't think Syria would have much choice if she thought about my age."

"I can't believe the new adventurer failed by looking out for a job he couldn't even do."

"I agree. Lyoma, I would have absolutely disagreed if you hadn't disclosed your status board skills. It's impossible to just self-declare a newbie adventurer who just signed up and has a low track record, leaving him with a job that could damage the city to the worst if he fails.... but now I think it was appropriate."

"No, because if you think about it normally, you will. Never mind that."

Miseria added the words badly, but I haven't thought I'd gain the full trust of anyone I've just met today either. I can't help but look like just a kid without a handy tool called a status board. Because I'm really a kid right now.

That's how I finish my meal chatting and I go back to cleaning.

The next time I took a break, it was just before the night dawned and the watchman took his place again.

"Excuse me, I'm taking turns"

"Good day, Mr. Shale, Mr. Rapin, Mr. Gordon."

"Syria, you're tired."

"How is the work progressing?

"Much sooner than I thought, but isn't a rheuma a butt?

"He's been working hard and seems to still have the strength. But I'm a little out of work right now."

"Is there a problem?

"First you can see..."

"Why - whoops!?

"What's this number of slimes... there's no foot trail."

"I heard you were going to use the slime, but did you stampede it?

"Stampede? Lyoma, you said it was a split."

"Divisions? Are they just divisions in this number?

In order to increase work efficiency, if I had split the slime that allowed me to split, a replacement would have arrived at some point.

"Are you on the next watch? Again, my name is Lyoma Takebayashi. Excuse me. In this condition. The slime started to split. Once this is done, it will increase your work efficiency, so please don't step on it."

"Oh... I'm Gordon. Say hello."

"I'm Shale."

Tall, thick hands and feet and a disappointing torso. And half his face is covered with a dark mustache. The dwarf exactly as imagined, Mr. Gordon. Shale, the one who names you while worrying about slime. He looks like a junior high school student or something.

And the other one? Think so, a scholar-style middle-aged man with glasses and a cane looked seriously at the slime.

"Hmm... you don't look weak, then you're not a stampede... hmm? Whoa, excuse me for this. My life is a rape pin. I am an adventurer for the study of warcraft. I'd like to ask you one thing, but this isn't stampede, is it?

"I'm Lyoma Takebayashi. I also do research on slime in my hobby. Excuse me for returning the question with a question, but what is Stampede?

"Stampede is the sudden division of the slime. It occurs when the slime is in a state where it can be divided, but continues to be obstructed by obedient magicians' orders, and it begins to divide beyond its limits without listening to orders. This is said to be instinctive behavior due to being prevented from reproducing activities.

Once the stampede begins, the numbers explode, but the original and divided individuals are debilitated by excessive division, and try to nourish by eating the surrounding objects in their hands. "

"I didn't know Slime would behave like that."

"Wild slime doesn't happen first because it splits at will, and in the past, there have been instances where research materials have been doomed and neglected in laboratories. I've never actually seen it in my life."

"But now that I've seen this number, I thought maybe"

"I don't know."

Then, after talking about the fact that there were more than 1,000 of them, and the Big Slime thing, I was interested, and I talked about the Slime and Warcraft research while continuing to contract with Slime in the Magic Restoration Potion.

By the end of the contract, Shale, you and Mr. Gordon were feeling like they couldn't keep up.

... I get my meal from Sebastian once a day when I finish cleaning something else and go outside. He used to wait for me in front of the door. Sometimes in the basket, a lady tells me that she doesn't need to worry because she takes care of the slime she left at the inn. Supported by a large crowd as well as nine watchmen, I have repeatedly cleaned and rested.

As a result, the scavenger slime split again, now totaling 3,033, with 1011 pieces of kings scavenger slime, and less effort because work could be done side-by-side on three. There was also an increase in skill levels.

3 x Kings Cavenger Slime

Skills Disease Resistance Lv7 Toxic Resistance Lv7 Bad Eating Lv8 Cleaning Lv8 Deodorant Lv8 Deodorant Lv6 Bad Odor Release Lv8 Nutrient Reduction Lv7 Physical Attack Resistance Lv4 Enlargement Lv5 Shrinking Lv6 Jumping Lv3 Raging Eating Lv4

Disease tolerance did not grow any more.7 Then I guess it was enough for the germs of Idaké disease.

The level of cleanliness, deodorant and bulimia is rising with the work here. And for some reason, the level is up to physical attack resistance. Because your body's been rubbing walls all this time? Or because he was bumping into the next slime? I don't know, but I don't have a problem with high levels.

Walking behind such a slime and continuing to heat and sanitize the walls with mist wash and range, I could really see the end.

Reach the end of the last suction tank. Water is sprinkled economically on the walls and ceilings once treated by the slime and heated all at once. Check with the appraisal and make sure it is disinfected... no problem.

I kept working pale until today, but that's it too.

I keep pulling the slime and sometimes I go outside checking on the appraisal. Three of them welcomed me: Mr. Gordon for Morning-noon, Mr. Shale and Mr. Rapin.

"Are you done?

"Yeah, it's over"

"Well done! That's pretty much it. Well done."

"You're really pretty much through it."

"About the time of dinner, I was resting properly."

"That's true. Oh, Mr. Rapin, please confirm."

"Uhm.... ok, no problem. Clothes, belongings and surroundings were 'appraised' but clean. Return to your guild to report."

"Thank you. Shall we go then?"

"Wait. We will take them." Warp. "

Mr. Rapin said he could use space magic, and he was given a medium range transfer magic, "warp," to send him to the front of the guild. The words seem a little great, but someone who cares a lot.

As soon as we enter the Alliance, the receptionist will send us to the Alliance Master's room.

"Lyoma or is it over?

"Yes, 30 joint toilet suction tanks, all processed, done. It's okay now."

"Right! Good...... ok! Everybody go home and rest today! I'll let the others know it's over here. Come to the guild tomorrow at noon, we'll pay you. You pretty much cleaned it up this time, so expect it."

"Okay, excuse me...... yes, Guildmaster"

"What?"

"There's no infected people out there, is there? I hardly have any information on the city."

"I'm fine. In conjunction with the medication arrangements, I asked my grandmother, who I know strongly on that side, to help, but so far I haven't had a patient who seems to have Idaké's disease... but that Idaké disease has been poisoned in my body for less than 10 hours, right?

"Yes, that's what came out when I appraised the filth"

"Then you'll be fine. We're also preparing medications that you told us about, and we have a certain number of them available. I'll take care of it if the patient leaves. So you just go home and rest, you're not sleeping, are you? Call me when the patient comes out, and I won't be able to do anything."

"... right, now it's time to excuse me"

That's what I said, after the Adventurer Alliance. There was then no one to talk to when I broke up with the other three, and I was just walking towards the inn feeling the cold wind as I felt some nostalgic and comfortable floating all night.

Returning to the inn in a pleasant breeze, the Duke's family flourishes there.

"Welcome home! Mr. Lyoma!"

Welcome home, Mr. Lyoma.

"Welcome home."

"Looks like you're home safe. Good. Good."

"Welcome home, Master Lyoma"

"I'll take care of your luggage"

"Have you eaten?

I am greeted by seven people from the Duke's house. I kind of miss this...... Speaking of which, since when? You can only welcome people like this... since their mother died? No, Elia and the others have welcomed me many times, but why are you in such a mood...

"Mr. Lyoma, what's wrong? Is something wrong?

"No... I'm not ill, but for some reason I remember the old days......!

Family? Yes... they look alike, the atmosphere of these people. When I'm not good at the office, when I come home exhausted every day, when I get a job necked, when I couldn't find a job, when I'm depressed... that's when you always welcomed me, to my mother...

"Mr. Lyoma!? What's wrong with you?

When I noticed in the lady's voice, it seemed like I was crying. Without knowing it, there were tears coming out of my eyes.

"Oh...... sorry, I'm fine. I just remembered something about my family. Your atmosphere wears... your face doesn't look alike at all..."

The mother was not a busik, but a normal face not particularly good either. Face making is too different from such a handsome beauty girl dandy group.

If you were thinking such a stupid thing, your wife would hug you, Eliaria would hug you in the arms, Mr. Reinhardt would put your hand on your shoulder, Mr. Reinbach would stroke your head, and Mr. Sebastian and the two maids would see you warmly.

From then on, he was baked for good care, ate food, took a bath, and put in a futon.

I don't feel like my head is working because of the first time I've been up all night in years... but I don't feel bad right now.

The warmth greeted by the people around us. The sense of accomplishment of the work that I have noticed by now since I was welcomed. Surrounded by the satisfaction of combining them, I left myself to a comfortable drowsiness if I realized it.