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

"Now, I also don't like to talk longer, so I'd like to get started. If you stay still, the mosquito bites you... Yes, we're starting to release water!

The demons pulled up the thick wooden planks that were made between the pond and the waterway and pulled them out.

With the passage open, the water in the pond flows all at once to the waterway side.

Dodd, dodd, dodd!

There was a roar like a flood pushing in.

"Oh, roll, roll"

I keep floating in the sky, watching how things go.

Simple waterways quickly turn into something that doesn't suck by calling it a river.

Don't let this go on for a while until the pond water runs out enough. Looking at it from the sky, it's pretty funny.

"It's windy."

Belzebub has also lined up beside me floating.

"It's not wind currents, is it? It's more of a torrent than a wind."

"Are you going to say something good? Nevertheless, just look at the waterway and you'll see how old the water is. Because of the green algae, it's not very noticeable, but it's very cloudy. Well, even mosquitoes don't seem strange in mass outbreaks."

Damn, you were a tough ant on hygiene...

"So you're saying that people who missed pond management are worse than mosquitoes are bad? Then, in a way, is it a man-made disaster?"

"I don't know if I can be so sure. At least we can do something around this cathedral."

The water level in the pond has slowly fallen and the original landscape has changed considerably.

And fish and insects were caught in nets of all kinds of roughness in the waterway. And there seems to be a lot left over from the pond, bouncing on the pitchy mud.

"All right, Azsa, 'fish and bugs check the type, and then transfer the OK stuff to the tank we have. Instruct the whole thing to put anything that looks like an alien species in a tank for it."

"Already, that, if you say so?

I feel like a puppet king being manipulated by a minister.

"You may not be a clean person to obey a straw's orders. I don't think it's the same thing that gives orders to humans. I don't believe in the goddess here, I don't believe in her."

"It's tough around there...... We're doing the same project, that's all right. But I guess I don't care too much..."

It's my job to give orders and take responsibility. Let's do it.

I gave instructions to start sorting the flora and fauna.

Technically, animal and plant checks are not directly related to mosquito control, but because of this, I think we should do it thoroughly. If you take it to the Demons, that's what you do. So, you might also know where mosquitoes are more likely to develop in the pond.

More and more researchers from the Demon Nation jump into ponds with drastically drained water.

The thoughtfulness around here is the Demon Clan.

But many demons were panicking with their feet taken by the mud.

"Wow, deeper than I thought!" "He's in the mud from his face!" "My legs are heavy and hard to move!

An amateur-like reaction!

"Nah, they're in the research profession. Some of them are not as strong as flesh. The guy who specializes in field work is pretty good at it."

"If you're a Demon or a sports club, if you're not..."

Humans jumped into the pond more and had similar eyes.

The occasional mud is pretty deep, so it's hard to just lift your legs. Most of the participants were pouring over the mud.

But getting muddy doesn't seem like a bit of fun.

All right, I'll join you.

Let's get wobbly today.

I've got two worn out clothes that can be dirty for people entering the mud. I don't have the courage to go in with the clothes I always wear.

"Lycra, let's get you both in the mud!

"What, to mud...?

Yes, Lycra was just reluctant to look because she was a lady.

When I realized Lycra like that, I wanted to take her to a muddy pond.

Usually let's take the limiter off here that keeps me quiet.

"Yeah. I think this mess is going to relieve stress. Let's just clear up the frustration of the mosquito bite before."

Lycra didn't seem very motivated.

"Okay. If that's what Azsa said..."

Yeah, it took the form of forced participation, but Lycra would never go in alone.

I think it is also the role of the master to expand the possibilities of his disciples.

We could get dirty. When we changed into clothes, we put our feet in the mud.

"Wow, that's a long way to go..."

"I won't even keep my legs up..."

A soothing sensation comes to my feet. I feel weird.

It is very difficult to move in the mud.

I just moved a few steps and a ton of mud is jumping on my clothes. Where do you fly from when you're not going to be acting so vigorously at all?

"Wow, Dear Azsa, I'm out of balance!

Lycra screamed, slowly, slowly, slowly falling back.

Kind of like slow motion footage.

As it were, I fell into the mud from my head.

"Wow... I did it..."

"Lycra is a little bad at these unusual environments. Weak response."

It's common in the honor class. I can do the right thing perfectly, but when it's an unexpected situation, I can't do enough.

"I'm not going to... but there can be a fight in the mud, and there's no excuse not to get used to that environment, etc."

Words are hard. I don't have to say muddy. Isn't it muddy?

But I'm glad Lycra seemed convinced. If something like this gets so dirty, you're already gonna be a jerk. You can say that's a true start from there.

When you break it off that you don't have to worry about getting dirty, the terms of defeat disappear and you can be invincible.