The Skill Collector

A stone house is built in the back of a mountain away from people.

Very few people know the existence of this house because it is ahead of them on the beast path.

When I stood in front of the house, I knocked on an iron door that looked sturdy to see.

Wait a minute, a man's voice goes through the door.

"The pedestrian."

This is a predetermined aphorism. If the words I give back are correct, I open the door, that's the way it's supposed to be.

"Do I have to tell you?"

I didn't forget the euphemism, but I'm a little hesitant to say it.

I wanted it to be a little more sensible.

"Geez, no."

Seems like I really want you to say it.

If I have no choice, I exhale small and mouth the words.

"Love is life"

"… what is commerce"

"Trust, love, friendship, hard work, guts"

"I confirmed the euphemism. Come on in. Yeah."

When the door opened from the inside, there was Maechir, an informant of shrunken bandanas, on brown skin.

By the way, all this euphemism was conceived by Maekil. Needless to say.

This cabin is to be visited regularly when contact is lost.

You seemed right to keep it in case it was like this one.

"Long time no see. It's been six months since he disappeared from the inn."

When I was invited in and sat in the chair, baked sweets and drinks were placed on my desk.

The cabin is a house built using skills and boasts considerable endurance. Built to withstand demonic bodies.

In addition to that, part of the floor was built to open, leading up to the underground passage to become an emergency evacuation route.

"How are you all doing?

"How would you feel if I did what I meant by illness or injury? Not even a little bit from the collector's sister."

When I hear that, my breath of relief leaks.

That's what I was most afraid of, so I'm just happy to hear about it.

"It's just, you know, everybody's worried. The champions don't talk about it, but lately, they've come to the inn every day, and the women in particular are terrible. Sumire and Cheiri Han at the inn don't look like they can even get a job. Kaimrose roughs up the casino with eight flavors, and Kuyori stared at the void all day and left the inn two months ago. The priest has been consulted by everyone to harness the power and connections of the Church, and he seems to be searching hard for me."

"Thankful story...... Really."

Know the facts you need and get hot in the back of your chest.

I'm sorry I'm worried, but I'm glad I didn't give up when I fought my sister. I thought so from the bottom of my heart.

I am concerned that Cuyoli has disappeared, but it is likely that he has returned to his original mansion. Shall I visit you in a little while?

"Really, what happened? There was something I didn't want to do with one arm."

"I'll tell you what happened."

When he finished telling them everything, Maekill scratched his head and exhaled loudly.

"Seriously. Did you run into your sister? It's one arm. I don't know what to think it's good for. It's easy to live."

"Yeah, because you picked up your life. For now, keep only the champion, the priest and the sleeping princess to communicate my current situation. The champion should be made aware of the current situation, and the priest will have nothing else to say. Sleep Princess has some things to do."

"When you copy or leave it to me!

My heart soothes only a little when I see Maechir slapping Don and his chest against him.

I got a chest grip, so it looks like I haven't slept in a long time today.

It's been a long time since we've had this kind of exchange.

"Oh, yeah! I'm unhappy. Shall I say good luck? I've been asking for information on my skills to revive a missing body."

"Is it true"

It's one of the requests I've been asking Maechir to make to see if he has the ability to regenerate the flesh.

The original purpose of the request was to regenerate his arm, the swordsman who lost both arms, the swordless... You don't know how to fall in life.

Now I'm also used to living without my left arm, but I still have a lot of inconveniences. Most importantly, the problem must have been that the power was drastically cut.

The lack of one arm is inevitably unfavourable in battle.

I don't feel comfortable having one arm when I'm facing my sister again.

"Hmm, now they hear rumors about the skill of regenerating that flesh, but not since just about a month ago."

"You've been following me lately."

Then the story will be different. I have a bad feeling about it.

I was wondering if this was a trap my sister had set up to make sure of my life and death.

"From the information I gathered at this time, trying to stay alert and away from you, my credibility may fade."

Did Maechir think the same thing? Sometimes I just call myself an awesome informant.

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll be closing in, hiding who I am, too."

"Don't worry if you do. Tell them what you got. The ones who regenerated the lost arms, the ones who undone the lost legs, they have a reputation for you. I don't even know if it was a man or a woman who showed up from nowhere in a small village, someone with a hood in their eyes. It's like you don't talk to yourself in silence."

"You're so frigid."

"Do it. I wanted to do some serious research, but I made it my top priority to come here."

"Thank you. That's all I need."

Then we gave each other a report of the recent developments and broke up with Maekil.

With a map showing the village where the rumored figure is, I rush forward.

I was thinking of a few measures for the lost arm. One of them is to regenerate the arm.

The literature says that a skill existed a long time ago that instantly healed any injury. It healed without any problems with incurable illnesses or deficiencies in the hands and feet.

... is said to be.

Skills are only said to have been given by God, and several incredible abilities exist. There's nothing wrong with having that skill.

It's just that if this is an only-skilled thing, there are no two things in this world.

I have a desire to believe it, but to be honest, I believe it would be a rumor that has spread to a great deal.

One more thing that comes to mind in this situation.

I made up my mind so that I could fall either way and speed up my legs.

I reached the village of rumors.

When you talk about being a pedestrian, you are allowed to be in the village lightly, and gather information while selling goods in the square.

They do have a mysterious figure in this village.

The villagers talk excitedly about regenerating a thousand broken limbs, as rumored. I know it's not a lie because there are so many witnesses, but it seems to be unfolding as expected.

They also told me exactly where the rumored person was.

All the products lined up sold, so when we finish the business early we head to the only inn in the village.

It's just a private house on a daily basis, but they offer vacant rooms for occasional travelers.

Talk to the lord of the inn and tell him the room, knocking on the door.

There are signs across the door but no reactions.

"Sorry to bother you."

I opened the door without waiting for their reply.

Indoor furniture just has crude beds, desks and chairs. There is a person in the middle of such a murderous landscape room with a black hooded cape woven around it.

I can't see my face from here but at first glance...... No, just the signs. I knew who that was.

When the person turns to his body, he rushes over and jumps into my chest.

"Mr. Cuyoli, you were here."

"Don't shut up! I wondered how scared and lonely I wanted to be alone again forever!

He's grabbing my torso with all his strength so he can't let me get away.

Rarely does Cuyoli reveal his emotions and scream. That's all she was upset and worried about?

If she is serious about tightening up "Power," she will cut her torso into two thousand pieces if she is normal, but there is no problem because she is activating her "stubborn" or "hardened" skills at all costs.

I expected there to be a cuyoli in this village. The story of hands and feet regenerating is also exclusive to the body of the rumored person, because he didn't hear about healing the body of others.

Being immortal, she will not die and any injuries will be repaired.

"Excuse me, Mr. Cuyoli"

"The collector is an idiot. If you can't win alone, you can count on us more."

"But"

When I tried to put an excuse in my mouth, I put my finger on that mouth and the words were sealed.

"Anyway, I don't want to get everyone involved, I don't want to risk it. But you think"

I was pointed at a picture star.

"There are many who are grateful to the collector. That's who saved my life. Those who get unhappy or die from their involvement but don't regret it... there are a lot of them. Of course, me too. Whatever happens to me, I'll die."

When you're scolded with a smile in your tears, you can't say anything back.

"And no matter what, will the collector protect you? That's what I believe."

"Right."

I couldn't think of any objections, I could only smile back and stroke Cuyoli's head enough.

"Don't treat children. Isn't that a strong hugging occasion there? It was a romance novel."

I say it as if it was obstinate, but I don't think I like the fact that I accept it with my eyes narrowed.

The longest time I could think of was with Kuyoli.

I also tell her my sister's story, but I never asked her to cooperate. "That's what I've always been unhappy with," Cuyoli spills.

Sitting on the bed, a cuyoli leans next to him.

Then we spent the whole night talking about what had happened to each other and what we thought.

He actually knew Maekil was staying in this village this time, and he asked me to direct him if I showed up at that place.

I was wondering if it would be possible to find out more about Maechir's ability to gather information, but I didn't know he was such a dick.

Until now, I had been in a relationship that drew a step back for hundreds of years without knowing how far I could go, but I guess the fear that I was going to die held her back.

"Normally, I would have an affair here as an adult..."

In a room where the morning sun shoots in through a gap in the curtain, the cuyoli sleeps comfortably.

You're tired of talking. She fell into bed to lose her mind as it was. Still haven't let go with my hand in my hand.

You could have combed your hair if you had the other arm......

"We were alienated from each other's behavior and emotions."

I had a lot to do with other people's erotic shakedowns, but how unrelated was it when it came to me?

I prefer Kuyoli. That's for sure.

Perhaps Kuyoli feels the same way.

I'm just honestly not sure. Until now, I've only been thinking about my sister, and there's little interest in her.

Over the years of experience, I understand that several other women are also fond of themselves.

Who do I care most about?

Is it still a cuyoli?

Do you still have romantic feelings in me in the first place?

It's really serious that you can't even judge that on your own.

"Cheating is unacceptable..."

I laughed unexpectedly at the timing of Cuyoli's bedtime.

Little by little, do you strive to regain your normal senses?

I was prepared to die once in a death fight with my sister. Then you can consider yourself reborn and refresh yourself so far.

Until now, feelings for my sister accounted for the majority of my heart. But when I was convinced that I would never be able to reconnect with my sister, my complex feelings for her disappeared and I could recognize her as an enemy.

Maybe that made my mind feel empty. That's why I could afford to be bothered without a pattern about sex shakedown. Is that too much to think about?

It won't be easy, but let's try to rely on some more of our people first.

Just because you're immortal is no excuse to stall.

"It's time for us to make a difference."

Speaking of change, newlywed Congis frequents fights named Leondold the champion, but you were leaking in the booze seat that he was stronger than he used to be.

I laughed when I told Congis about it and I ran out of words like this.

"Well, that's the power of love. Men are stronger when they have protectors. I don't think Leondold and the bachelor can tell!

And I was proud.

It is shackled that there is something to protect. That's what I've been thinking.

That's why I haven't asked for a partner, and I've spent a long time alone.

I'm not saying I've never had romantic experience. It was a long time ago, but some of them promised to marry.

But at the end of the day, I pierced one person to the present day.

Unlike that old days, now I made contact with many people based in that city and connected to the edges.

Would I be stronger now than I was in the past?

I'm going to take a little trip with Kuyoli to make sure of that.

Even now, she has always wanted to do that.

I felt like Cuyoli's hand was about to sue me like that.