The Skill Collector

I'm on a path that's not very different from the Beast Road.

An old mansion was seen ahead of me as I continued to walk along the bustling mountain path with depression.

The mansion, which is surrounded by a wall of nearly two metres, has been repaired everywhere, and at first glance it can be seen that it is old.

Built in a place where no light shines except at noon, when the sun comes to its apex, it is dim that it is still before evening, creating (possibly) an atmosphere that seems to roam even in the undead combined with the ancient nature of the mansion.

Built in a perfect location outside the city, so few people come close. It will be me or the young people of the city who come in a liver test mood that rarely comes.

When the rust presses the gate near to floating and decaying, it opens and at the same time the hinge ends its role and rolls to the ground. Apparently, he stabbed a stomach in the gate.

"Would you like to rebuild the gate later"

It is easy to use 'architecture' or 'blacksmith' skills for this level of repair.

Through the gate, the beautifully mowed lawn spreads and the flowers are planted at equal intervals.

It is quite bright here compared to outside the fence, as lights are installed everywhere that will never go out, which is a "great relic".

Seems like a different world from the outside.

If you don't know anything, it's a beautiful garden, but if you stare, you can see blood all over the lawn, flowers, and flowerbeds.

The majority of the people who come here to try the liver are going to freak out here and go home, but I'm used to seeing them, so I'm not afraid.

Stand in front of the mansion door and breathe heavily in.

"Mr. Cuyoli, I'm a collector! Do you mind if I interrupt -!

When I waited about ten seconds after shouting up, a flashy noise rang continuously from across the door. Probably rolled down the stairs.

I didn't hear back from them, but that was like a signal, so I pushed open a thick wooden door.

Beyond the door is a hall with marble floors and two staircases leading to the second floor are installed.

Between the stairs and the stairs there was an equally sized statue of a goddess with her fists swung up, claiming her presence with dignity.

The one on top of that protruding fist is a broken back in a direction that shouldn't be bent - it was my client.

The woman in the hollow old dress is pale and bleeding from her mouth. A normal person can distort his face in severe pain, or he can't stand the pain and weep, but he has no expression.

Bikun bikun and cramps and looks seriously ill, but I walk over to her without any particular haste.

"Did you step off the stairs again? Today's welcome is more radical than usual."

Normally I can't even reply to the situation, but Kuyori laughs only at his mouth as he dresses distorted.

"Um, when you're going to die, your attention goes away. The faults of immortality."

When I lift her up and gently place her on the floor, the broken hips stretch straight out of her skin and the bones and muscles that had been chopped a thousand times are repaired.

That's an unusual sight to see at all times.

The wound healed completely in seconds, and she's the usual one standing up.

It looks mid twenty years old, but immortality is alive for at least a thousand years. That's her, Cuyoli.

"As always, 'immortality' skills are amazing"

"Hmm. You don't seem to let me die today. Have you torn your clothes again?"

"It doesn't look bad, so why don't you watch your outfit a little bit more?

I don't know how many, or how many decades old, black dresses have been torn everywhere, and there are signs of repairs, but I haven't caught up.

"When we know we're going to die, our defense instincts will fade and our attention will be scattered. Normally, death injuries also revert to normal this way. It's the och that flakes and rips right off where he's wearing good clothes. And there's no one else to show you their clothes."

"This way, occasionally I will come. For once, I'm a woman, so be a little more familiar."

I unload my backpack, and when I remove the brush from the inside, I comb (brush) my hair leaving it to sleep.

It's a waste to say you have long, beautiful golden hair.

"Sorry, always"

"I won't tell you that. It's a promise. I'll burn the old clothes in the garden, so wear the clothes I bought. You got it."

The hair was taken care of while we had our usual interaction.

It would be totally geriatric care if she looked like an old woman, but I feel uncomfortable because she looks young.

I carry my everyday items and clothes into her room and store them on my own in Tans. I also have underwear for women, but I can't even see it now.

She just keeps an eye on me without stopping me or lighting me up.

You are indifferent about yourself, but your hobby is clean, so the mansion is kept clean and the garden is well maintained.

"By the way, how many times have you died today?

"It's only three times today."

"I would have done it in the garden, too. There was blood everywhere."

"Trying to cut the garden tree with an axe, I snapped myself by mistake. And then when I ran the ladder trying to wipe the window from the outside, I fell back and had bad luck with a rock and hit my head."

"... where and how such a clever thing..."

All traces of blood found in the garden belong to her. People seem less willing to try to protect their bodies when they know they won't die, which makes them more attentive.

If you look at an undead such as a zombie or a skeleton, you can tell, but those who are not afraid of death ignore themselves and repeat the assault and ignore the defense. - That also seems to apply to living immortality.

Besides, she doesn't feel any pain in her body. I don't even know what to do with myself.

Exhale loudly and activate the 'appraisal' to look over her head.

There were quite a few skills lined up in red letters, such as' immortality ',' immortality ',' power ',' cleaning 'and' pain paralysis'. I have only been using it for many years and the level is different digits.

However, only the level of 'immortality' remains one, and this hasn't changed since we first met.

Immortality is an One-Skill, and One-Skill never gets to the next level for some reason. My "buy and sell" is also fixed at level 1.

"I guess it's an only-skilled thing."

"Well. While I lived for years, I also did such research, but that memory was also buried in my daily irrelevant memories. My memory capacity was full."

There are limits to a person's memory, and after a thousand years, she has no room in her memory.

By analogy, if you pour water into a vessel to the limit, and water a new name called memory, the new water will almost run out at that time. And at the same time, the water that was in the vessel from the beginning overflows a little.

In other words, new memories are hardly remembered and past memories are lost.

When I first met him, I couldn't remember anything new anymore, and I didn't have that memory for an hour.

I still remember having a hell of a hard time because I forget the content of the story during the buyout negotiations.

"But thanks to the skills of 'oblivion' sold by collectors, I manage to live my days. Thank you."

"That skill has a lot of buying requirements, so you can afford the level."

The skill that I sold to her like that, Forgotten, is a skill that many people will remember acquired.

The condition for meeting this skill is the strong desire of the person concerned to forget.

I want to forget the past in terrible circumstances.

I want to distract myself from my mistakes and decide that I didn't.

I want to live like a child renouncing my memory myself to escape old, impending death.

Skills you gain when you have a strong desire to escape reality. That's 'oblivion'.

Especially since it is a skill that often occurs in the elderly, old people who have had severe forgetfulness and have a negative impact on their personal lives often wish to buy it.

Even if the majority of people will remember 'oblivion' again as soon as they sell it......

This' oblivion 'is famous as an unnecessary skill, but with a high level it is possible to activate it consciously, so that you can choose the memory you want to erase. - It's not known.

Using it, Cuyoli erased unnecessary memories and was able to carry out everyday life without any problems.

"Collector, can I ask for the usual?

"Fine, but don't expect it"

I visit regularly and do it every time. It's about buying away her 'immortality'.

Stand in front of her as usual and activate 'Buy and Sell'. I'll try to focus my consciousness, but nothing's changed.

"Again, you can't buy only-skills"

"Right..."

She is tired of living. The first time I saw him, he had such inebriated eyes that he would mistakenly see him as undead.

Though he seems to be more active than before since selling 'Forgotten' and repeated accidental deaths that do not die in vain.

I can't buy my only skills. This is an indisputable fact.

In fact, I was also asked to buy it from Lipre, who possesses the 'Back to Death' I met before, but it was impossible to buy it.

Other than that, I've tried to buy out my only-skills a few times, but all of them have failed. What is this difference when you say you can buy rare skills......

"Do I have to live forever..."

"It's quick to give up. At least I haven't given up. If this' buy and sell 'goes up to level two, or"

"But I've never heard of such a precedent."

"Sure. But I will never compromise. If there is a level 1 number behind the skill, it should be possible that it will be 2. If you give up on the possibility... he'll laugh at you."

I remembered him as incompetent but continually looking for skills, and he was unconsciously grinning at his mouth.

There is no reason to conclude with this degree of effort.

I make frequent purchases not only to make money and collect skills, but also to raise the level of 'trading'.

The same goes for Cuyoli, but I am aware of myself when I get to know Lipre and become even more keen on raising the level of 'buying and selling'.

I remember clearly when Lipre asked me to buy it. This is what she said with the face she had in mind.

"Collector. What happens if I die of illness or old age...... Will you go back a day before you die and continue to die again with the same suffering and found to come back to life? I'm in a state where I just repeat death forever...... Can you stand it..."

Both Immortality and Return to Death may be skills that others would envy if they heard. But there's a pit there. Only those who own it know the grid.

Fear because it's only one unprecedented skill in the world. I don't know what's going to happen in the future until then.

Cuyoli's time is left as close to infinity. It would be possible for me to continue to spend the same time as her. But Ripley is different.

It is possible to sell "young making" or "longevity" as an emergency means to make them survive. But that, too, all comes to a limit. Besides, I don't think this distorted way of life is right.

I want Ripley to finish his life as a person. I don't want you to get as distorted raw as me or Cuyoli.

This affliction I know because I have lived long. It is decided that you should not know.

"Level two... Will such a day come?"

"Yeah, I'll make sure you raise the level."

"Well, then let me hope? But what if the day doesn't come when you can buy it?

There was always more and less hegemony in the voice squealing so overwhelmingly.

I guess she's anxious that she's been fighting loneliness. The answer to that question is settled.

"Right. Until the day I can buy your Immortality, I will spend my days with you, forever and ever. So what do you think?

I miss one of you. How inspiring was the presence of Cuyoli, who stayed the same forever as his facial acquaintance died.

I'm sure she feels the same way. It's not bad to live a life that doesn't end with you as a good friend.

You were satisfied with my reply, and when the face I was staring at the ground was pointed at me, I had a girlfriend dyed her cheeks red. Rarely are emotions on the table.

"Right, yeah, right. Immortality is not bad then. If the collector will be by my side forever...... I'll be glad"

That's how she shrugged. When she got a hazy look, she turned her back on me in a hurry.

Her illuminating appearance is quite precious, so I'm on track and I'm like, "I didn't hear you very well, could you do me another favor?" Speaking up, he answered this without looking back.

"I won't say it again. You're embarrassed to death."