The Skill Collector

- Being a novelist, I'm on my way to a forbidden and cursed island with my friends I can count on.

I am convinced this will be a life-threatening adventure.

This note is a diary, a dossier and a suicide note.

A companion who accompanied me on an adventure that could be considered reckless...... No, let me introduce you to my comrade.

First, the leader's collector. The profession calls him a pedestrian, but he's an amazing man with no bottom line.

He masterfully manipulates countless skills and combines the thickness and strength to laugh and overcome any predicament.

Standing bluntly next to him like that is Cuyoli, a beautiful woman wearing a dark colored dress used for her golden hair.

I can't read my thoughts because I have few words and thin emotional ups and downs, but according to the information I heard from the collector, I own the skills of "super recovery" and "power".

I've actually toured the battle scene once, but the power of fixing any wound instantly and crushing everything with a single blow would be useful in this adventure.

It is the woman known as Ripley who receives the sea breeze from the front instead of a cane with a sheathed sword at the tip of the ship.

She was a guest in the next room to the inn I take care of, and I had seen her from time to time but had never had contact with her before.

He said he respected the collector, and he was spilling it when he was drunk on the ground floor of the inn saying, "If it's for him, I'm prepared to give up my life". Yeah, I see, and the collector is a sinful man, too.

Speaking of inns, Sumire and Cheiri are also accompanied.

When I invited the collector to this island, the two of them offered to accompany me when I found out that Cuyoli was with me.

I am impressed by the courage to volunteer myself for such a dangerous adventure.

Even more mysterious islands and hope to hear and participate were Dr. Demon Therapy and his followers.

Therapy is knowledgeable about demons, and that's when I've asked for supervision over the demonic ecology that appears in my novels.

The maid standing behind her with no expression is called Ariaria. He vomits poison at times against therapy, which is faceless and Lord, but seems to get along well.

What awaits a forbidden island that will take these fellows with it?

It's not like you don't feel scared. But I don't care what ordeal awaits me.

"What are you writing?

Speaking to the novelist writing in his notebook on the ship, he turned over in a hurry.

"Whoa, no, because it's a journey. I thought it might be the subject of some novel. hahahaha"

He laughs and tries to delude himself as he taps his own head, but confirms the letters in the notebook he was writing.

"Since when did an island in a tourist destination become an island of curse?

"Were you seen? I had a habit of altering my professional patterns, my everyday sights, and writing them in depth."

A novelist seems to be a troublesome profession.

This time the destination is certainly an island, but not such a rare place.

In the first place, it was a novelist's getaway to escape the deadline, but he was pre-detected by the editor and fled while the butler and twin maids managed to stop him.

The novelist, who was inviting us to delude the editor's eyes and managed to escape, boarded a rented ship and left for the island.

This trip invited the majority of the people in the inn, but this was the only one that made it convenient.

"Maybe it's really a problematic island?

The island, which is visible in the direction of the path, is still small and would only be visible to the dots if it were a normal eye, but with the use of the 'thousand eyes' you can see the full extent of the island.

The island is rich in nature, grassy, and doesn't feel like it's being cared for. Though as far as I can see there is no human figure, it looks like an uninhabited island.

"No way. It's a beautiful island on a sandy beach famous for its maintenance. Hey, Mr. Boat Head."

The old man, the owner of the ship taking the rudder, looks at me with a narrow eye and surprise.

I tried to open my mouth once, but I just moved my mouth with my corn and I don't speak.

I know this without activating 'Psychology'. The foreman has now said something.

"Huh. Don't you know? About the cursed island ahead..."

An old man who exhales loudly and shakes his head.

What blatant and profound words and deeds.

"Wait a minute. We're headed to the island of the Blue Forest, right?

"Nah, I'm telling you. This ship is not going to Dark Maggots Island."

"Dark Maggots Island?

The voices of me and the novelist overlap when I ask back to the unexpected island name.

I only have an ominous feeling from the words.

"That island is cursed. Everything that lives and lives on that island will rot and rot, making it home to maggots."

"" "" What?

The surprise voices I heard at the same time were the women who were sneaking behind me during the conversation.

Looking back, there was a line of pale expressions. Although Aria and Cuyoli are as close to faceless as ever.

"Uh, I heard you had a great time on the island."

"That's what I heard, too?

"I'm interested in rare demons, but curses and worms are out of jurisdiction..."

"Again, you won't be winged back to death, will you?

Sumire, Cheiri, Therapy, and Lipre, who have no fighting power, don't even try to hide their anxiety from each other.

If it's a really dangerous place, we have to make their safety a top priority.

"So, but Mr. Boat Head. This ship is supposed to go to Green Forest Island."

"Yeah. That's the boat next door. I'm only going to Dark Maggots Island."

It's not like what I was hearing beforehand. Was it a mistake to leave everything to the novelist?

I didn't expect all the harm that the Butler of the Firm always handles to be exposed in this place.

"Duh, what should I do ⁉ Collector, what should I do ⁉"

"Please calm down. If you've made a mistake, why don't you turn around?"

Put your hands on the shoulders of a hasty novelist and suggest gently.

He seems to have regained some calm, and the novelist has nodded over and over again.

"So is that! Mr. Boat Head, could you stop going to Dark Maggots Island and go back or go to Green Forest Island?"

"I can't do that. Now that we're in the current, we can only get to the island from here, no matter how we scratch."

If you ask me, the bow hasn't touched the rudder since just now.

As I stepped out of the ship's helicopter and peered into the sea, the tide flowed fast and I could see the ship moving on the waves.

"If you can't turn back, you can tell me as much as you can about the island, can you?

"I don't mind. I wish it was a story that would be passed down from Grandpa's grandpa. They said there was a village on that island. They used to flourish naturally. I told you the ore that would be mined on that island was sold at a high price."

With the western part of the island rising, is that the mine?

"The head of the village earned a great deal of wealth thanks to the ore, but that was unsatisfactory. The next thing the mayor of the village, with his wealth, his honor and his woman in his hand, greeted... immortality"

Kuyoli's brow moved tingly in response to the words of immortality, but let's not touch it now.

But that's a classic development. Everyone asks for immortality when they get wealthy. Couldn't the village chief of the story be an example of this?

"In order to gain immortality, the village chief scratches all the information and knows a certain way. Give me the means to make a pact with the Great Devil. He murdered six daughters, my son, and used the body as bait for maggots. Calling the Fly King with his daughters bodies as a sacrifice... they got immortality. The village chief, who then tragically murdered the villagers, still sits in the village. Your grandfather told you."

King of flies? That's probably about the Great Devil.

He does look as if he combined a giant fly with a person, also known as the King of Evil Spirits and the King of Shit. They also have a theory with pagan gods.

There are too many theories and too many uncertainties about the truth.

Talks involving demons must be cautious. Some demons are real, and others people blame the demons for catastrophe to create fictional demons.

If the Commander, the Demon King, were here, I would have heard more about it.

"Assuming that story is true, is Mr. Boathead carrying people to the island after finding out about it?

I understand the meaning of my question. It changes the complexion of my people.

Because the bowman will be sending people in, knowing it's such a dangerous island.

"Oh, yeah. Because danger is gold. Whoa, don't get me wrong. I'm not cheating and carrying you. I don't want to be near an island like that. But there are people who want to go there knowing the danger, so let them make money."

"Some strange people want to go to an island like that."

"Probably an asset left behind by the village chief, or an adventurer or merchant for an ore. Anyone else... who sacrifices and desires immortality just like the head of the village? I thought it might be the latter because you have a different stomach."

The bowman is pointing a meaningful gaze at them.

Well, coincidentally, there are six women on this occasion......

"A cursed island where immortality, contracted with the devil, sits! One young man and six women who came there. This is a good subject! Your willingness to create is inspired by Binbin!

Instead of being frightened, the novelist who wrote all the stories about the bowman in his notebook is quite excited.

It's a development as if it were a novel, but can the characters not include the novelist himself?

"By the way, is anyone on their way back to this island?

"Five fifths or so. I'll wait at the docks till noon tomorrow when the tide changes, but if I come back by then, I'll leave you alone."

Will you wait until tomorrow? Surprisingly conscientious.

The ship arrived at the dock while the frightened girls were being scorned.

It's a stone dock, lacking but splendid. The remnants of this island village that used to flourish.

"We'll be there. Well, I know you'd be safe at this dock. You want to stay here until the tide changes?

It may be a wise decision not to move according to the words of the bowman...

"No, that's a waste! Come on, collector, let's go explore! To find a new story!

An excited novelist isn't going to forgive me for that.

I'm not disputing it because I'm interested in the island, but they're the problem.

"I am going to go out and explore, are you all waiting here? Mr. Cuyoli, Mr. Ariaria and Mr. Lipre will stay as escorts, so I'm sure you'll be safe."

With the exception of me, the most dependable person in this face is Ariaria. Next, it would be cuyoli. At the end of the day I'm selling my skills to some extent Rep.

With these three, I think we'll figure it out as long as the advanced ranked demons don't show up in the herd. Besides, Lipre has' Back to Death '.

"I accompany the collector. Please wait here."

"I'm coming with you"

"I'm sorry. I'd like to go with the collector too."

Whoa, do Ariaria, Cuyoli and Lipre want to come with us? Then the story changes.

"Wow, I'll follow you, too. The collector will protect you, won't he?

"The fact that the novelist is so motivated may stage events on this island.... If you go through what happened on the island, you'll have a pretty good advantage... I'm coming too!

Sumire and Ceiri also wish to accompany them.

Therapy is all that's left.

"Of course, I'm coming too! There could be unknown demons on these isolated islands that are blocked from the outside world."

"If you were so aggressive in love, you wouldn't have sold it."

"Aria, did you say something?

"No, I hope you find a new kind of demon.... is likely to replace my lover"

Let's just say I didn't hear Aria's last whine.

The combatable members are me, Cuyoli, Lipre and Ariaria.

Are non-combatants therapy with novelists and Sumire and Cheiri?

You're just half way there. If I keep an eye out, this is going to do anything.

"Okay. Because I miss going away and nothing. Would you like to explore with us?"

Everyone descends from the ship to the docks and steps out onto the island.

The bowman tried to stop me, but at the end of the day, he gave up and sent me away.

I don't know what it is, so I'm queuing up. Me and Kuyoli lead the way in two rows. Then Ceiri and Sumire. Novelist, he pinches the therapy with a rear-end aria and a replay.

The all-you-can-stretch weed is in the way, but hard still leaves the cobblestone path, so we go on there.

Explore the surrounding signs in "Sign Detection," but so far no one but us can feel them, as though there are demons and animals.

"A depressed and lush strange grasshopper stands before a row set foot on a mysterious island! We'll be able to make it back safely. Good!

"Excuse me, but don't follow me while I narrate"

Keep a penetration in Ariaria, who is looking around while setting up a "Great Relic" with recording function.

"Wow, I guess what I just saw was a small reptile demon! Hey, hey, Aria, take that one too! Oh, I'm on that tree. Ha!

Mr. Therapy seems to have fun and most importantly, but the tension is not dusty.

The tall trees are disturbed and the area is dark, and if you are weak, you say that it is not strange to be frightened and limp.

Proceeding according to the cobblestone, he went out to the open place.

It looks like the place where the village dwelling was located, dotted with decaying wooden building traces.

"It seems true that you were flourishing. There are quite a few of them."

I put 'climbing' into my skills to quickly climb the outer walls of the stone tower, which kept its original shape spicy, and looked around.

There are more than a hundred dwelling tracks even if you just stare at them.

You can see the mansion behind the village. Most of the exterior walls are covered with rubber, but there are no damaged areas on the roof or windows.

Jump off the top of the tower and tell them the sight you just saw.

We will all unanimously first examine the mansion and cross the abandoned village in the same line as just now.

"Whoa! It's nice to have an atmosphere!

A novelist who looked up at the mansion writes something in his notebook with fierce momentum.

I suppose it is originally a stone wall, but the outer wall is barely exposed because of its entanglement.

"Now let's break inside!

Faster than I stop, the novelist's hand cuts empty trying to grab the door knob of both open doors.

"Huh?"

The novelist's leaky dumb voice was scratched off by the sound of the door slamming.

The door, which no one had touched, opened, and me and Ariaria popped out to cover their surprisingly stiff girlfriends.

The hall of the mansion is spread out at the open end of the door.

On the front, a bright red carpet was laid like blood, and on the left, a corridor leading to the back was seen.

And in the back right...... there is a wooden counter.

"It looks like the wind opened it on its own. From this interior, is this an ex-household?"

A novelist looks around and exhales "ho" and relief.

They seemed to lose shoulder strength just as nervous.

"Wow, the couch, too."

"Furniture is pretty good, too. But was this place really abandoned? I haven't lost any of my dust."

"Oh, that's true. Isn't this a trail of water wiping?"

Sumire and Ceiri only work in the inn and noticed the inconsistencies in this mansion-style inn as soon as possible.

"It's certainly odd if you ask me. Were the adventurers who came to this island before cleaning? It's too good for that..."

Arm up and the novelist is roaring.

In response to their questions, everyone began to check the halls and rooms.

"Mr. Chaili! The kitchen is so big. And it's beautiful enough to use right now."

"Wow, a few times as spacious as we are."

Two people peeking into the kitchen are shaking.

"Collector! The rooms are tidy and the sheets are brand new like freshly washed."

"The bed is also cushioned and feels good No"

The sheets that Ripley is holding jumping out of a nearby room are certainly spotless and bland.

Therapy has a rolling, blissful look on the beds of the rooms.

Cuyoli and Ariaria have been the most important since entering this inn, but Cuyoli was sleeping on the sofa in the hall staring into the void, and Ariaria stood still by the entrance.

When such aria moves slowly beside me, I whisper with my mouth in my ear.

"Collector, isn't it time?

"Right. Do you want to disarm 'Acting'?"

I squeal my fingers when I put my right hand up that I won't even have to give it a while longer.

Then the doors of the rooms of the inn, where no one was supposed to be, opened simultaneously, and many people popped out of it.

Separate people of both ages and genders push to the novelist at first sight.

And we surrounded ourselves so that we couldn't all escape.

"Secure! We've secured the teacher! You can't run anymore!

"Gee, the editor in charge ⁉ why are you here ⁉"

The editor in charge grins with a niggle at the novelist's doubts about not even the idea of being distracted and running away.

"This is an island that our publishers are buying away, locking up writers who don't meet deadlines. An island to create a meaningful atmosphere and bring in writers to secure restraint. Try to clear your ears, can't you hear me?

When they say that and they shut up and clear their ears, something slightly like a voice is sounding.

"And three more. No."

"I don't like proofreading, I don't like proofreading, I don't like proofreading"

"The manuscript is red, red, red. Ooh."

"Ahhh, I can't think of any och...... Kill all the characters..."

The writer's sad screams and groans. Apparently, other writers are locked in the room.

"That meaningful bow story is ⁉"

"The bowman is a former actor. That story is a creative story that another writer thought about to trick other writers. They say it's a dead end. He's locked in the same way."

Three familiar squire walked over behind a novelist whose face paled. I take care of him around me, the butler and the twin maids were there.

"Oh, you guys were gushing too!

"I'm sorry. Recently, all priority has been given to the work of less lucrative playwrights, so my income has been pretty tight. There's also the problem with our payroll."

"" We've helped editors ""

Deacon and twin maid deeply bow their heads.

"I didn't know a novelist could get into a trick, unconscious! And are there just enemies around? But I still have the trump card!

A novelist who found out he didn't have an ally asked me for help just because he wanted it to be his last.

I smile nicely and bow my head.

"Excuse me. I'm part of this plan, too. The last time I worked with a painter's customer to publish a new book, I took care of him."

This plan was consulted as one of the conditions for publishing a book of picturesque stories.

As far as I'm concerned, I had no reason to say no, so I pretended not to know him so far.

"Yay, help me!

"Come on, I won't let you get away with it until it's done. Collector, thank you for your cooperation."

"Of course, thank you"

Wave at the back of the novelist being taken.

That settles one thing.

The others watched how things were going without following the situation, but when the novelist disappeared, they moved.

"Uh, do we mind staying in this inn?

Therapy asked me that anxiously, so I turned my gaze toward Ariaria.

Ariaria then turns behind the therapy and turns her arm around its torso.

"Hey, hey, Aria. I have that sexuality..."

"Ariaria doesn't have that either. But you're so alarmed about your belly. Weren't you fatter than before?"

"Oh, that's not true!

"Well, that doesn't matter. I have a job in the room next to the novelist."

"What, duh, what do you mean ⁉"

Lifting disappointingly to grasp the rampant therapy without grasping the situation, Ariaria carries it to follow the novelist.

"You have to earn money for raising demons. So I'm going to ask you to write a collection of demons now. Good luck making money."

"What, uh, what?

"Don't worry, we already have a contract"

Therapy and aria disappearing into the rooms in confusion.

Aria was also one of the collaborators.

You two won't get off this island until it's done.

All that was left was me, Sumire, Cheiri, Lipre and Cuyoli.

"We'll spend about three days here, as originally planned, before we go home."

"I can feel it for both of you, but I'm here because of it, so I'm going to entertain you"

"Right. My mother sent me off unusually fast."

Sumire and Ceiri are willing to change their minds and sightsee.

"Uh, that's right. I just got a message from the general. You two are going to help this inn."

They froze with a smile on their faces.

This inn is run by a lady general's acquaintance, usually enough for a small number of employees, but this time we have more people at once and we are understaffed.

That's where I sent her. By the way, they say the two of her salaries are paid in advance.

"Oh, no. Your vacation on an island..."

"So you're busy and your mother gave you permission! I thought you were suspicious!

Two people who cry and complain are taken away by the employees of this inn.

Ultimately, all I had left was me, Lipre and Cuyoli.

"I'm sorry I can't play with you guys, but let's just have some fun"

"If you're with a collector, fine."

I smile gently at the two of you.

"Thank you. So shall we go explore the mine together? Caves are cool this time of year."

Take them out and head to the mine.

- To fulfill a request from the king of the land of piles.

My original destination, the mine, is in a dangerous state with poison gas, but the two of us with 'Immortality' and 'Back to Death' would be helpful.