While Killing Slimes for 300 Years, I Became the MAX Level Unknowingly

Cookie commotion also subsided and another quiet day came to the house on the plateau.

I wake up in the morning sun plugged in through the window.

"Right, right. I'm on meal duty today. I have to do it now."

It was when I tried to leave the room.

- More and more!

The door was knocked with tremendous momentum.

What the hell is going on?

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Mother! Mother!

This voice is Sharsha. It was a loud voice with so much emotion that I didn't think it was the usual Sharsha. But not if you're impressed. Something's wrong!

"What's wrong, Sharsha!

When I opened the door, Sharsha was crying.

Could it be, Sister Genka? I don't have any impression you're having a fight with Farfa.

"Uh-oh, wow!

Keep it up, you're coming to me. I still have no idea what the situation is.

"Sharsha, calm down. Mom doesn't know what's going on either."

"My sister... my sister..."

"Something happened to Farfa?

Sharsha still seemed to be in a mood, but she shook her head vertically.

Then you can't slow down.

I left the room immediately.

"Farfa, what the hell is going on!?

- And there was something unnatural in the hallway.

The big blue slime was jumping.

"Why is Slime in the house? We have to take them down now."

Soon after, Sharsha ran from behind.

"Mother, no! No!"

"What? Were you even doing that slime study?

"That... is my sister"

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"Sorry, I don't really know what that means"

"When my sister woke up in the morning, she was slimming..."

No way. This is just slime, no matter what you think.

Pimp, the slime is getting closer here.

And then you sneak up on me.

At least I don't seem to have any intention of attacking you - I don't know if I can decide, but maybe it's not an attack, it's crooked, that kind of behavior.

"Hey, are you sure you're a falfa?

Pi, pi.

Slime jumped pretty big.

I don't have any basis for deciding whether this is an affirmative declaration of intent, but I feel something affirmative.

"Duh, what should I do..."

I'll just stroke it. I reacted to it and now rocked left and right. I wonder if you're happy. At least I won't try to escape.

"If you're happy to be stroked, I guess it means falfa..."

I'm not sure because there's no precedent.

"In the morning, when I woke up, my sister was looking slime... The windows weren't empty, so there's no chance they broke in from the outside. Slime can't open the door, so he can't even get in through the front door. I mean, this slime can only be considered my sister..."

That's some mysterious remark. But if you've been in your room all morning, that's likely.

"Sharsha, you know more about slime, don't you? Not that you're familiar with it because it's the Spirit of Slime, but it's written like a paper in the past."

Yes, Sharsha is a talented woman who also has the side of bee researchers.

"Don't you know the cause or the solution? At least my mom can't handle it..."

"What Sharsha was doing was cultural history, and biology is a gatekeeper..."

Is it not? Maybe there's a difference between literature and reason.

"It's a family emergency, let's get everyone together first"

Thus, I had my family gathered together. It would be a big deal if someone met and defeated Falfa the Slime before explaining, so I took the hand of putting Falfa in the room and giving an explanation in front of the room.

I move to the dining room because the story is over.

Falfa the slime also followed. I can't talk or anything, but apparently something like myself remains.

"I would like to start a Farfa rescue conference now...... Actually, if you know the solution, raise your hand."

Maybe it wasn't a zero possibility that it was an out-of-the-box simple issue. For example, if the homepage screen was suddenly maximized and you were having trouble exiting at all, it was like you were just pressing the F11 key.

It's not trouble or anything if you know it, but there's quite a few things in the world that are impossible to deal with if you don't.

Nobody raises their hands.

"Well then... I'm going to solicit suggestions that we should try this kind of method"

"Yes, Monsieur!

The ghost Rosalie raised her hand.

"Shouldn't we pray desperately for this place to go back to normal! Believers will be saved!

When ghosts say it, it's sooo surreal......

It's just a very normal world of magic and ghosts. It is not quick to smile at the possibility that prayer will be effective.

"Okay. Rosalie prayed in her spare room."

"Yes! I will do my best to pray for your daughter!

I would still like to solicit proposals to Rosalee to do everything in their power. The specific one, if possible.

"Dear Azsa, can you do something magically?

"I don't think you can make your own special magic so far... No, if you mean the Demons, ask Belzebub."

I chanted a certain spell.

"Vosano sanon zicidau veiani enrila!"

This is the magic that invokes Belzebub. It's a pinch, so don't hesitate to let me use it.

Shh!

There was a noise from the bathroom.

Belzebub's here.