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

Mr. Bussler's packing the distance!

But Mr. Bussler's leg stops on the way.

Also, like Belzebub said, is it just a gap so you can't attack it the other way around?

But Mr. Bussler's legs were sifting.

Warrior Tremor? There may not be any warriors in the fantasy world though.

That, but his face is blue, too. What, did you get sick even though you were sick? Even Mr. Sumo has seen stories on the news that seem to have sucked when he was hungry to break them while working on them.

"Ko, Ko, Yi............"

Mr Bussler sifted to his voice and said:

Scared?

Well, the average person would be afraid because we're going against the champions of the tournament, but you're an athlete too, and you've been trying from that side.

It's a pretty contradictory story, so I'm not sure what you're talking about.

"Impossible, I feel like a giant rock mass killing...... Is this the strongest fighter..."

"I'm not a killer or a swordsman..."

You're only a witch with a relaxing slow life. I've had days that have nothing to do with bloody things.

"No, this has an aura that only those who have taken unthinkable lives... If I come near you, they will kill me......!

"You can say it all you want! Don't talk like a killer witch!

.................. hmm?

I'm not a murderer.

It's a slime kill, isn't it?

So, they're ex-slime, right?

"Slime's soul is about to sue! If I get any closer, they'll take my life!

The mystery was solved.

I, for Slime, am a natural enemy among natural enemies. Normally, no one keeps knocking down the slime for three hundred years, so you're most likely knocking down the slime in the world.

I hear Mr. Bussler has become sensitive to that. There are parts of me where I can fight because my senses are sharpened.

Step away from me.

The sweat drips from Mr. Bussler's cheek. The battle hasn't really started yet, so I think it's cold sweat.

I take another step closer.

Mr. Bussler feels at ease. Apparently my instincts are trying to avoid me.

I just approached Mr. Bussler right in front of him.

"Ha, help me..............."

Mr. Bussler fell down with his eyes open.

They made fear give up understanding me.

"A true martial artist defeats his opponent without even touching him - why"

I won, but it seemed like I had become a monster who wanted to be named, and as a woman, I was in an extremely complicated mood.

You have enough rudeness......

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Thirty minutes later, Mr. Bussler woke up.

"Um, is this... an understatement...?

"Yeah, I brought you here for a while."

"- Wow! Isn't that Mr. Azsa, the most powerful creature in the world!

It's time to report it somewhere as harassment......

"I didn't think you'd settle before I touched you. You probably didn't get anything, but you're not responsible there."

"Yes...... I'm still undertrained...... I learned you can't even get close to something too horrible. I think we need to work out more"

That's why you're being rude to girls!

This one looks like he's seventeen! I'm old enough to be recognized as a high school girl when I go to Japan!

"Ah, Mr. Bussler is awake!"

There was a pretty voice coming from behind.

It's Falfa. We have a whole family of others. It also interacts with Belzebub.

"I've been waiting for you all my life. I've been calling you guys."

"Ahhh! Until Mr. Belze!

From Mr. Bussler, you're a big shot in martial arts.

"Thank you in advance, Mr. Bussler! Farfa, I could go back to this body!

Courtesy Farfa greets him with a smile. To save this smile, I think I'll make a camera out of magic creations. Whatever it takes. Can't you do that?

"No. Nothing like this. But Farfa's mother is a hell of a person..."

"Yeah, my mom's the strongest in the world!

This, when a child says, "Mom is the kindest in the world!" or something like that, "but in my case, there's really one chance the world's strongest. I'm not proud of that, though.

"Yes, you are not false in that word...... I will continue to brush my arms more..."

It's good to be upbeat. I hope you don't die in special training, even for when Farfa and Sharsha are back in the slime again.

"So, Master Belze, could you make me an apprentice?

Mr. Bussler bowed his head in front of Belzebub.

"Huh? Why don't you let the woes do that! Because I'm not going to take an apprentice!

Belzebub refuses lightly. How troublesome that sounds.

"Strong enough to think I was like a demon at a tournament, I knew it! Let me train you!

"Well, you're strong enough to think you're a demon. I don't accept any apprentices. It's time for me to get back to my country. My men are going to be pretty mad at me."

"What, you're so strong when there's nothing in the main business!? When are you training or something?

If you think about it normally, you'd be surprised.

"You don't just work out as much as you do. I stayed away until I met Azsa. I managed to work out to pay off one arrow, but that's enough."

"Please! Make it your apprentice!

"I don't know! There's nothing like teaching someone else!

Belzebub against unexpectedly hard. I guess you recognize your instincts are troublesome.

"So make him an apprentice (it's better to know where this guy is, even if my daughter slimes)"

"Don't you dare look like a soul!

"Please! I'll do dishwashing or whatever!

After this, he was sticky all the time, and Belzebub apparently allowed his apprenticeship.

I look forward to seeing Mr. Bussler go to his hometown in Belzebub and see how he reacts.

But slime is one of the monsters, and we'll figure it out.