The Skill Collector

This is Minotaur, the boss of the first tier.

In the direction indicated by Ariaria in maid clothes, there was a demon with a bull-head on the big man's body. I have a double-edged axe in my hand.

The blow of an axe wielded in that physique would crush the rock as easily as possible.

There's an iron door behind Minotaur, and he says knocking it down helps unlock the door.

"So who will do it?

"It's me first."

The champion puts up his arms like a marutai and hopes to fight.

"I... either way"

Kuyoli just looks at it blurry and doesn't feel motivated.

"My life has to be a dungeon reference. I was just hoping to make some noise."

The captain and demon king walked while taking notes wondering if he could use it for his dungeon even as he explored, but still paints the whole body of Minotaur with a serious eye.

You're making the most of the 'mock-up' skills you bought from me.

The Commander of the Demon King asked Tuxedo what he meant by the outfit because he was in a cape for some reason.

"You're interrupting an approximate dungeon. You should go dressed as someone who runs the same dungeon"

That's what happened.

This time, these five members, including me, will be boarding the research facility that Ariaria is protecting.

The champion and the cuyoli were going to rely on it from the beginning, but Ariaria was going to do the directions and the operation in the research facility. The Commander of the Demon King offered to accompany him as a reference for future dungeon operations.

The destination is deep underground, and they have to break through research facilities that have broken up into layers to get there.

It seems that this is an institution where ancient people present their research results, and the demons raised at the terrestrial demon nursery were originally to be grazed here and studied.

They say there are countless demons and mechanical creatures in artificially built dungeons, and after deciding that they should go with a few elites, they decided on this face.

"I think it's okay from anybody, but I've got a screw up to see if this could happen."

Remove the cylinder stabbed with five sticks and have one pulled from it.

It was the Commander of the Demon King who pulled the red mark on the hit.

"Things can be better understood by experiencing them. I'll tell my team about this on a daily basis. The leader of the regiment, my seniors, will become a model for themselves, so that those who descend will follow me."

The Commander of the Demon King, who was heading for Minotaur with his cloak, rushed back to us when he stopped for pity and looked back.

"I think the scene has changed. Spotlight hits the back of a man challenging a strong enemy...... um, not bad. I'm sorry, but I'm a collector. I can record this footage. Now can you keep a good picture of my work?"

That's what they said and handed me the cylindrical magic prop.

Looks like even this fight is going to feed the theatre.

Back in front of Minotaur again, that's where Minotaur starts to move for the first time.

"He's a disciplined guy, against his looks, waiting without attacking him."

"Dear Champion, The bosses defending the hierarchy will not move unless they approach a certain distance or launch an attack. So you can also interact as long as you do now."

When I heard Aria's explanation, I got the point. Is that why you were so grown up on a bar?

The Demon King tries to pay his left arm aside and throws down his cape.... that's a sure production.

"Protect and guard the ruins of the old days! Let's go back to long sleep to fulfill our vows with my friends!

Voices that often pass in vain are echoing within the dungeon.

"What's a vow with a friend?

"Don't you mean the promise to dive the dungeon together?

Aria tilted her neck and looked at me, so I answered that.

Minotaur waves down a floating axe of iron rust without worrying about the Demon King's decision dialogue.

He seemed to have avoided a heavy and destructive blow by jumping back, but whether it was the aftermath of a clash with the ground, he was blown away and rolled to the ground.

"You're not hitting me right now."

The champion frowns and squeaks in surprise.

The leader of the Demon King, who stood up well, has done the trick of wiping the blood from his mouth with the sleeves of his clothes, but not a drop of blood, etc.

"Isn't that a lot to do? But I can't fall! I stood on top of the many bodies piled up and finally got this far. You can't leave your late friend's wishes, your thoughts untouched!

That's the head of the troupe. Don't make a real good voice of yourself.

"Who's the late friend? There's no harm done so far."

Cuyoli is also snorting at the champion's scratch.

There's so much difference in strength that I can put the play in during the fight that I'd like to be able to see it safely, but I don't feel nervous.

"Here comes the memory behind a man's brain. It was a certain word, said the master during a painful and arduous training"

Would you stop suddenly putting in the proper narration, Mr. Ariaria?

The voice seems to have arrived, and the look back on the face of the Commander of the Demon King is a full grin.

What about eye to eye during battle? The remaining Minotaur faces look red and excited.

"A special blow that burns my life...... Master, let me break the ban..."

"Uh-oh!"

Axes down to the brain of the demon king, whose furious Minotaur is turning his back and posing as a decision maker.

"Yeah, not in the middle of a play!

The Fist of the Demon King, gathered in black darkness, crushed the axe and blew Minotaur's head off as it was.

The demon, who lost his top from his neck, has fallen on his back, exposing an unbroken corpse.

"Couldn't you have screamed the name of the move? Isn't it the implicit rule that you don't attack in the middle of a move name or name? We don't care about the brave guys. We've heard it all the way to the end before we attack."

Showing an overwhelming difference in power, the Demon King Commander kicks the ground in dissatisfaction and lines up his complaints against the body.

Minotaur, who was not properly dealt with and was lightly murdered, is pretty pathetic.

"Congratulations on breaking through the first tier. Let's go at this rate."

We move on to the open door.

They say the further down you go, the more difficult it will be, so let's not be alarmed.

Second tier.

"You've also reached the light boss room. The demons here should be set much stronger than the demons on earth.... Well, that would be nice. The boss on the second floor is Mechaminotaur."

There are enemies in front of the iron door who look just like Minotaurs, who were lightly defeated on the first tier.

The difference is the dull steel color of the skin. It looks like all the double-edged axes you've got are also made of steel.

"I guess I'm next."

The champion took a step forward, but no one objected, and I decided to leave it to him.

"Mechaminotaur is a demon with skin that gets hardness of metal born by chance when the department that is R&D Automata has enhanced the demon to try it out. A little soft-attack can do damage."

It was the earthquake and the sound of destruction that blocked Aria's explanation.

Turning to the source of the sound, the dressed champion protrudes his fist with a mechaminotaur with a big hole in his torso.

Apparently there was a battle in one blow.

Third tier.

"Uh, do you need an explanation? The boss here is Minotaur Szet. They say a department that specializes in genetic manipulation has created organisms that exceed the limits of their physical abilities."

Is it also a decision that the boss here has to use Minotaur?

There are individuals in the first and second hierarchies whose bodies have swelled and whose muscles have swelled. Now the weapon still has a double-edged axe in its hand.

"Me next?"

Cuyoli advances to this place and to the enemy.

A walk as if going for a walk without a setup or anything.

The enemy also seems to be bewildered by the defenseless cuyoli, and has not even tried to launch an attack until it comes in front of him.

If a woman in a confused dress walks in without a weapon, I know she'll be less alert.

He gently put his hand on the other's stomach as Cuyoli looked up at the enemy without a look on his face.

At that moment, Minotaur Suzette's body is clashing against the iron door and sticking. Pieces of flesh and blood scattered around them, seemingly desperate.

"If all the developers had lived, they would have opened their mouths."

Ariaria sighed her thoughts while no one was surprised.

The fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth tiers also attacked lightly and are now in front of the last boss room on the ninth tier.

Each hierarchy was awaited with traps and countless enemies, but traps could be avoided beforehand with 'intuition' or the spare response of deliberately letting the Commander of the Demon King activate them to indulge in the trap.

He seems to have been overpowered against his enemies and is here without struggle.

"The Lord said no one can attack here at security level A, but it looks like it needs to be corrected. Ha Ah."

Aria is shrugging her shoulders.

Almost intact and a complete offensive step ahead.

Ariaria, who has been hiding through this research facility for years, will also want to throw up one of her sighs.

"This will be the last boss. If you take this down, good luck with the research facility you're looking for."

That was faster than I thought.

The hierarchy was wider than I thought and far enough to take an entire day to advance to the door.

At first I was normally attacking, but Cuyoli and the champion, who became troublesome along the way, tried to dig the ground and make a shortcut to the lower hierarchy, but Ariaria stops me.

According to her explanation, the last door wouldn't open without defeating the boss of each hierarchy, so that the two reluctantly but consenting could now travel the shortest distance by destroying the walls so that they could go straight through the maze hierarchy.

"Isn't this against the aesthetics of dungeon strategy..."

"It's a sight that the ancients are going to freak out when they see it..."

The Demon King Commander and Ariaria, who had spilled it many times on the road, seemed to have somewhere to think, but time was considerably shortened when they left it because it was easy.

Aria seemed to expect the offense to take at least a month, but it's ten days to get here.

"The end is the most powerful demon created by each department working together. His name is Godminotaurus."

It has a big name, but is it Minotaur after all?

All the bosses so far have been minotaurs, so I guess the people here at the lab were obsessed.

There were six arms sitting in the boss room, and a double-edged axe in all their hands. Is that a point where I can't even give up my axe?

Four corners and eight for nothing. Although there seems to be no blind spot because the eyes are positioned around the head.

"If it's the last time, why don't we all do it?

"Speaking of which, you were single-handedly destroying the boss battle in order for some reason. We were competing over how quickly we could defeat the second half."

I have no objection to the champion's suggestion, but I still think it would have been easier if we had all defeated him.

"The researchers couldn't help but feel pity."

I gently wipe my eyes with a handkerchief, but not a drop of tears in Ariaria's eyes.

He seems willing to take part in the final battle even though he said so.

Everyone goes shoulder-to-shoulder to the last boss.

"Speaking of which, you should assume that my survival was passed on to almost everyone, even to my sister."

"Right. But, you know, you're not going to be noticed, but you're already stuck with them, and you were convinced if anything happened while you were out of town?

"It's..."

The last room is considerably bigger than ever, so we move on with the chatter.

"The collector seems to be worried, but I can't regret being involved with both me and everyone else. Besides, it's better to know everything than to know anything."

"Right. That nipple is all right, but Aria can't help but protect her."

Cuyoli and Ariaria are staring at me and nodding forcefully.

It also makes sense what they're saying.

It's easier to deal with when everyone had to know what was going on than to be targeted where they were defenseless.

"I understand that your Lord's sister is a troublesome being that doesn't seem like a person. But isn't it the King's Way to join forces with your companions and use the power of friendship to survive? Besides, collector, there's a verse where you see our power sweetly. Especially my own! The Great Demon King of Evil, who seeks to conquer the world, guards you."

Captain of the Demon King with his chest outstretched and dignified. All I have is a magnificent image of a playful tone of theatre lover, but the original he is a demon king with enormous magic within him.

And the members of the division are a bunch of fierce men who can't be fattened by normal people. With my sister's power, it won't break easily......

"Right. I trust you all more. And I've heard strange moves about my sister."

There is something about Maekil and Princess Sleep that concerns me, and I am in the process of getting them to explore it in detail. The answer will be given shortly.

"Well, that's all you guys need to chat about. It looks like the opponent has been moved into combat."

Turning his gaze to the front as Aria's voice prompted him, a six-armed minotaur is standing up and waving an axe and advancing.

"You can win early!

The champion flies out like a bullet, Cuyoli throws a huge rock that was rolling nearby, Ariaria emits a mysterious ray from her eyes, and the Commander of the Demon King stretches his right arm and rings his finger, dozens of black debris fly.

Totally late, I kicked the pebble under my feet all I could for now.

"Good luck to you all. This is the end point."

As she cleans up the body of the former Minotaur, who has not fastened the original shape, Ariaria bows her head and opens the door with respect.

The last boss was never active, and in a few seconds he ended up with a pathetic chunk of meat. I want to clap my hands, but I don't have one arm, so I get dressed up. Give me a break there.

Beyond the door there is a room, but what a strange construction.

There was a giant glass cylinder between the left and right walls in a deep room, filled with liquids of a color that seemed to dilute with grass juice.

There are about fifty cylinders in total, but only the glass cylinder in the far right back of them is destroyed.

Pull over nearby for a little more detail and apparently it's been destroyed from the inside.

"Mr. Ariaria, is this definitely the deepest part of the research facility?

"Yes, this is the heart of this research facility. And the device that was arranged all along contained us automata."

Aliaria's face is a little lonely with her arms spread out and her nostalgia somewhere.

Was she in this cylinder too?

"Now everyone who completes this laboratory dungeon will be rewarded"

"Hmm? You're here to make a collector's prosthetic. Can we get something, too?"

The champion is questioning unexpected developments.

Aria nodded small and began explaining the situation again.

"I am the original Automata entrusted with the operational management of this research facility. He was instructed to reward anyone who reached the deepest part of this research facility. It was originally a facility for examining the results of the research, with the aim of obtaining detailed data from all the challengers. … if only the researchers were alive."

A dungeon created by researchers who created demons and mechanical life forms, combined with experiments.

I guess the whole battle up to this point was originally used as a challenge for the future, but there is already no one researcher to refer to it.

"Still the input settings must be complied with. Now it's a reward, but it's possible to get the body of a machine that will last forever, or to manipulate the flesh to get the ideal body or youth."

"I mean, do you have a choice between becoming an automata or getting a physical modification to your ideal body?"

"Yes, you're right"

This would be an attractive suggestion for some people. There are a number of people who want an ageless body that looks no different from humans like Aria.

A lot of people will jump at physical modifications as well. It is people who are not confident in themselves or who want to look more beautiful and better.

"For once, I want to ask you, how does it get to be an automata?

"We've got the body of the machine ready to transfer our memories there."

"… transferring memories is like plucking your soul out and letting it reside in a temporary first vessel"

"Master Kuyoli is almost right."

I have witnessed several occasions when ghosts and evil spirits move on to others, so the act is somewhat understandable. Then one question arises.

"What will happen to the body left behind"

"You'll be discarded. It'll be just a corpse."

Well, will it?

Born again as an automata. I'm a little interested, but I don't think I want to.

"Is the skill usable in that case?

"Thank you, Demon King, for pointing it out sharply. Yes, it's possible. Skills are not in the body but in the memory… because they are the ability to be engraved in the soul"

Since ghosts can use their skills, that is convincing.

Since Aria had activated her skills many times, I guess it's actually possible.

"What happens to physical modifications and things? You mean to rejuvenate your body or make it look good?

Cuyoli seems to be more concerned that way, and he has more power in his voice than usual.

"The ancients were replacing themselves with ideal faces and bodies with techniques called cosmetic plastic surgery. With that skill, I can still think of teenagers, rich breasts and buttocks."

"Ho."

He's keen to ask questions because he's interested. What's the point of looking at me?

"By the way, do collectors still prefer bigger breasts and butts?

"I don't know what it is, but the time to focus on appearance has passed a long time ago."

"Right. Then I don't care."

Seems satisfied to hear my answer and lost interest in the reward.

"So, gentlemen, do you need this reward?

No one nods to Aria's question.

I don't need anyone here as one.

"I don't need it. Flesh is polishing itself. What's the point in someone else messing with their body on their own?

"I've been spending years with this body. I'm getting attached."

"I don't need body changes or anything like that in my lifetime, which is the devil. I don't care about that on my own."

"That seems to be the case, so I will decline the reward."

For everyone who responded instantly without even pretending to be troubled, Aria smiles back satisfactorily, not surprised or frightened.

"If only I were as strong as all of you... Excuse me. So which one of you chooses the same prosthetic hand as Automata, or the one who plays the arm?

I was curious about Aria's squeaky content, but decided I shouldn't touch it there.

"Is it also possible to regenerate the arms?

"Yes, demons and animals have individuals who regenerate even if they lose their arms, tails and teeth. It is possible to apply that ability to regenerate the body of the missing person as well. I would recommend a prosthetic hand, because I will install a variety of gimmicks!

Sounds like sometime the rapping aria wants to have her prosthetic hands on her. Is that why you didn't touch that your arms could regenerate?

This choice will have a significant impact in the future. Which one should it be?

"I don't get anxious because I'm a prosthetic. It has a proper touch, and even pain is reproducible if you want!

Don't attack me, Aria.

Someone touched my right hand when I was worried as I heard him continue to explain the advantages of his prosthetic hand.

When I turn my gaze, I have a cuyoli wrapped around my right hand with both hands.

Even though the words were not spoken, eyes staring eloquently spoke of thoughts.

"Sorry, can I ask you to regenerate your arms"

"Do you mind if I ask why?

Giggles back at the worry-eyed cuyoli.

"After all, you want to touch it with your own hands, not with crops. And settled..."

Look where the lost left arm was and grip it with the intention of having an arm there.

"I want to wear it with my own hands."