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

This statement, for sure. I don't know if it's undead, but it's definitely Neat...

And, you know, this is what it says in your pajamas. "If I work, I'll be a magic stone".

After my aunt left, Belzebub knocked on the house of a man named Ponderi.

But there's no response.

"Mmm, you mean you can't open it if you don't know who it is? He seems to be aware of crime prevention."

"It's okay. I'll take care of this place."

Somehow, I can read what to do.

"Excuse me, with delivery ~. Signature, please."

I said it in a higher voice than usual.

"I'm sorry, but the idea is cluttered right now..."

Furtra gave me the look of doubt, or this is fine.

"Wouldn't it be better to say, 'We've hit a small magic fountain where holy water comes out' or something?

"Mr. Bussler, that sounds like some kind of water purifier scam..."

"Oh, I just figured, isn't it profitable to set high monthly royalties with that?

"You're going to get caught..."

Well, Operation Delivery did its job.

but then the door opened.

"Books arrive early these days too ~. Helpful - heh!? What!?

Seeing our faces, they noticed intuitively that this was not a good idea. He sounded like a cat beast and heard a cat-like voice.

I try to close the door - but by then Belzebub had already twisted his hand between the doors and was forced to push it open. Do not lick the power of a great demon clan.

"Pfft. You're the undead, aren't you? Am I right?

"Chi, no! I'm just a graveyard guard! I'm just guarding the graveyard for twenty-four hours!

"Ho, then I'll take you to the temple and let the priest do the magic of purification. If I bow my head, the Minister of the Demonic Nation, the temple will soon be cleansed of its magic."

I thought you wouldn't try to use the temple of man in the power of the Demons, but I hear you heard this statement.

"Shh, excuse me! I'll do anything, that's all... I'll do anything but work..."

This guy can't put labor inside "anything"...

"Dear Belzebub, let's hear this person's story once and for all"

Always a calm and settled furtra said pale.

"And... I'm touring Orange's grave over there pulling my stupid sister..."

In the tomb in the back, he said, "I'm making oranges so real. Yo!" and Varnia was haunted. You're going to have a hard time when your sister is a weird kid......

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We all went up into that narrow house.

There are books and game-like objects in the room.

Though there is a table, there are all sorts of things messed up on it, and it's reasonably close to the garbage mansion.

"My name is Ponderi…. It's been about forty years since I've played undead."

"Well, you're not new here yet."

Belzebub said. In forty years, new girlfriends are like the world of traditional craftsmanship.

Is Ponderi still nervous? If the cat's tail does it left or right, he's moving.

"I originally lived alone in the Wang capital, but I didn't like working and I was sloppy all the time without leaving the house. And when I realized that eating was becoming a pain in the ass..."

I was starving to death, Ponderi said.

Some people starve to death for such shocking reasons... Life is a lot......

"It's just that he mummified so well that his body didn't rot off, did it? So while we were bathing the moon's light from the window, we moved out as undead."

"Is that something that could happen if a body were exposed to the light of the moon...?

It's not what people who use magic say, but it's unscientific.

"The moon has a special power. But that doesn't make you a good undead, so perhaps a wizard came along when you became a corpse and even experimented with making undead? With that kind of help, it's not so surprising."

If you follow Fatra's word, it seems there can be enough.

"So, when I find out I'm undead, it depends on me wandering around thinking this is a life that doesn't have to be true to work to die. Oh, do you want some fruit?

"I don't need it because it's almost rotten."

"No, here, let me get it... Maybe it's just too rotten. Because it's a waste."

Belzebub clearly looked like he wanted something. Well, he also had fly attributes!

In the end, at the behest of Belzebub, perhaps the rotten fruit was served on a plate. Speaking of undead spaces, yes.

"Let's get back to it, I'm a graveyard guard here right now. Hang on, I'm looking through the window there. The other day, during the storm, he confirmed that the tombstone had fallen."

"I'm a graveyard guard, so if you fall, don't put it back."

"No, even if you fall, it must be there, so it's okay. And I'm not afraid of ghosts coming out."

Well, it's undead...

Now Ponderi seems to be out in the settlement and getting a penny or something. You think some people will give you money because you look like an old girl?

So I make change, and I seem to be buying games and books. Even when it comes to games, it's something to do with board games and a few cards.

"I'm not allowed to hate you because you're a character."

I thought you didn't say it yourself, but I know what you're trying to say. This Ponderi girl is terribly mypaced.

People with cats don't think about the purpose of turning cats into a workforce. I just need to see my cat doing it freely there. This kid has that part too.

"I'm happy with this life. Well, just suppose there's something missing..."

Ponderi did his gaze at the pile of games behind him.

"You're alone most of the time, so you don't have someone to play with. Some kids come here once in a while..."

There are some tough things about needing to be alone.