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

I turned the next page.

All the way back, I could see a line of buildings with shapes that weren't box shapes.

It took the form of a triangle arranged on all sides, and it still consisted of values and concepts different from any building I knew of.

The climate was so cool that it did not seem like a forest of warm land, and the area where the skin was exposed was so much so that the senses were immediately taken away. It was very unlikely to be a human-inhabitable environment and, in fact, showed no sign of humans at all. It was like a kingdom of the dead where everything was dying.

You're almost right about this part!

It's exactly the kingdom of the dead, and it's okay to chill it to the point that it's not an environment where people can live. Because no one is alive...

The word to God for salvation came to mind, but it was clear that such a thing would no longer do any good.

I fluttered and moved forward to be rushed by something.

Then I heard something like a voice.

"Plump, Plump, Plump"

That's different from any language I know, and it sounded different from the language of the urchin organism above earlier.

Moreover, he seemed to be using a completely different organ rather than pharynx (at last) to pronounce it. As soon as I heard that voice, I was struck by the feeling of my whole body hair upside down and my mind splitting apart.

It was like putting a tentacle in a hole in his glutes (dengue), shaking his brain and sounding discord with his teeth.

"Is this how Moo's voice sounds!

You're totally psychotic...

After all, was it something that ordinary people living in this day and age shouldn't have heard...

My instincts are screaming that I have to run, but my body muscles were no longer giving up moving.

I felt something approaching that I couldn't even call life a delicious name.

You're right because you're a dead man, not a life.

And it suddenly appeared before me.

Oh, my God! It was something that split into countless parts and looked like a person to me.

He comes to me, moving and in the way of being, which can never be life. I can't clean it up with concepts like being a demon or a monster. Anyway, it's not even alive.

Each and every part resembled a person, while others were cloth-like, filled with void between them. There is no such thing as eyes, mouth, or nose in humans or beasts.

Isn't this the divinity that was worshipped in this ancient civilization? Haven't I met that divinity? That was the last of my thoughts.

I was convulsed of every muscle and nerve by its ugly, blasphemous presence, which is not appropriate to describe, and I finally passed out with my screams like a broken eardrum.

"This is the scream we heard!

I saw Moo in a state of inconvenience if I didn't mosaic him and he collapsed in shock!

"Again, you bit a piece of nagging... Please don't do anything extra..."

I sighed in the face that Belzebub was so tired.

"No, because that's because Moo asked me to! It's not our fault!

For once, let's read more.

When I realized, I was down in the woods.

Nowhere was I cold enough to tear that kind of meat apart anymore, and I had to worry more about dehydration with sweating while the sun was falling in the woods.

But as it would have been at a time when I was not preparing for anything in the middle of winter, my whole body was swollen, and I still didn't think that the icebergs that were behind that forest, the creatures that floated over the urchin, the buildings that did not match the style of any civilization at the end of the membrane of light, or the blasphemous and transcendent beings that could not even be called life, could all be admitted to have been true.

After reaching the settlement, which is the entrance to the forest on the verge of fluttering forward and backward unconsciousness, I couldn't move out of the bed of the inn like my soul had fallen out for a few days, apparently.

But he writes a booklet that can't be called this book, either to finally restore calm to the mind and keep the peace of mind from the mistletoe.

There's also a feeling somewhere that we shouldn't keep records like this.

But maybe it's happier not to tell anyone about that nominally blasphemous existence and the civilization that is older than any of the civilizations we know today that would have believed in it.

But the only way for me to stay sane is to write down exactly what I've seen.

Oh, it's not yet night, but it's suddenly dark outside.

Something is on the window.

What the hell is that?

In the window! In the window! - The rain door was tightened.

"You just tightened the rain door!

Why, at the end of the day, you're doing something like a shitty gag.

Well, if something really sucks in the window, there's no way you can depict that in your notebook... Because I can't publish without cutting through that threat.

"I also kept a reminder for the Kingdom of Sasa Sasa. I want you to be careful what you do too flashy."

"Yeah, I disturbed you. But really, the blame is mainly on that side, right? Because we just took the request and had Flattorte throw up a cold brace, didn't we?

Nothing would have happened without my client. Let me make a good excuse there.

"Right. I'll try to believe you there. You're not lying because of your personality."

I had Belzebub trust me for a second.

"And then I went to another kingdom and wondered,"

Again, Belzebub sighed like a flash.

"The king of the kingdom removed his neck and played with it... what is that? Durahan, are you here?

"You're doing that, that girl!

The Moo one, did you wake up to a weird hobby because your body collapsed......

I hope you don't take your neck off too much because it's creepy......

Then I felt my gaze under the table.

Rosalie was only showing her face.

"Ah, you can do that when you actually have flesh. You might want to take your neck off once, too."

Rosalie said jealously.

"No, because you can't normally do it with flesh!? 'Cause I'm gonna die when my neck is removed!?

Again, I didn't think I should take the request without thinking too far ahead.