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

"Well, I'll make you some sweets, so please come to your reception room."

There was a room dedicated to entertaining guests properly.

"Looks like Fatra's not here. I guess shopping."

"No, I have a sister, but I think it's a greenhouse"

Speaking of which, I saw a building that looked like it was off the back of a window. At some point there's a building like that, it's still rich. The building alone could be bigger than the house I lived in in in my previous life.

"Because of this, can we go to the greenhouse?

Exploring people's homes is exciting.

Even waiting for it is shabby. Traveling without a hit is prone to time when there is nothing to do.

"Oh, go ahead, go ahead. Attack as much as you like."

I've got your permission, so let's attack him to my heart's content.

I went out in the garden and looked at the house again and it was still big.

My parents don't seem to live there, so do they live in a house this size with their sisters? I'm pretty sure it's a blessing.

But if it's a good place to stay, it's probably a lot of clutter. I don't have to think about it. I wonder if living alone or which is better is on a case by case basis.

With that in mind, I came before the greenhouse.

You can think of greenhouses as growing plants. Varnia's cooking is a dimension that transcends the boundaries of her hobbies, so she may be growing ingredients for it. But Varnia said there was a furtra.

Well, open it and you'll see.

There was only a greenhouse and the door was double.

When I open the second door, a little air hits me.

Contrary to the raw warm air, it crept a little into the sight.

The walls, the ceiling and, of course, the floor are all covered in green.

Even though it is green, some are dark green close to black, while others are yellow-green. There are some lighter colors. But everything is green anyway.

"This... is cocky..."

The only thing not covered in cockerel is the tiny space on the floor lined up like a bouncing stone.

Probably going to step here and go back.

The greenhouse is in the shape of an L-shape rotated one hundred and eighty degrees from the outside, and going straight, it turns all the way to the left.

At least it's a space that has nothing to do with Varnia's taste. This is not an ingredient.

"No, it's like he used to say he liked coke the fur tiger... But so far..."

The scale is immense. At least not in the dimension of a little hobby. Enough to call it a cocksmith's house. Green colors vary when you look closely. Different cockerels appear to be growing from area to area.

The Demons are long-lived, so I wonder if their hobbies will be on a tremendous scale as they get more and more extreme.

"I feel like a different world, and I want to see Fatra soon..."

Walk carefully down the uncooked floor.

Look, there's no furtra ahead of your sight, so you should think you're ahead of the bend.

At that time, the shadow glanced from the back.

"Oh, Fatra -"

When I saw it, I ran cold.

A large man-shaped man, covered in black and green cockerel, stands.

I'm human shaped, but my face is all wrapped up in cockerel, too.

I don't even know if I have a face or a bone in the first place. The area around the contour is blurred because of the puffiness of the coke.

It can't even move, or it's undead. There's never a guy walking like this in a passerby.

In common sense, it should be a furtra, but it feels too different in size.

The presence in front of us is huge twice.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Something, the blur and its monsters are running their mouths, but the sound doesn't make sense.

You're not the one who can communicate anymore.

That turned my body clearly over here.

I expected it, but my face was covered in cockroaches and I couldn't see my eyes, my mouth or anything. I don't even know if it's a face.

"Wow! Monster! There's a bee monster out there!

I screamed!

There's someone here you shouldn't see! Something very evil!

Coke-covered golem? Or seriously, the kind of undead? All I know is an undead who isn't scared like Ponderi, but this type seems more undead.

Fortunately, it doesn't look like they're attacking me.

Let's get out of here! I don't want to fight guys who don't know what they're good at! No matter how strong you get, what you're afraid of is scary!

"Don't come, don't come, don't come! Stay right there! You can come after me, but come slowly undead! Suddenly it's forbidden to run!

But when I tried to turn my heel back...

The monster was in the palm of his hand and paid around his face.

Fatra's face came out.

"Is that Mr. Azsa? How did you get here?

"It's a real furtra, isn't it? You're not parasitized by cockroaches, are you?

"I'm sorry to surprise you. When the cocktail is on your face, you can't speak well."

For one thing, it doesn't seem like it was a monster you shouldn't have met.

"You know, was Fatra that big?

"When it sticks, it looks big."

Speaking of which, your face looks smaller for the contour. The outside looks cocky, not flesh.

"By the way... you, why is your whole body covered in cockerel...?

"I was in the middle of a cocktail bath"

The answer came back, but I didn't really know what it meant. Probably the type of word that's not in the dictionary.

"What's a cocktail bath?

"I think it would be quicker to look at it, come here"

Fartra, whose face is wrapped in cockroaches, disappears into the back of the greenhouse. The movement is intact because of the cockerel, and there is no living atmosphere.

I might see something bad for my heart again, so even if it's quicker to look at it, I'd like a brief explanation, if possible, but I'm going to have to chase it.

At the curved end, there was an even greater amount of cockerel than the inlet.

First of all, the height is amazing. Looks like he's growing cockroaches to the height where his knees are buried.

"Let me demonstrate now."

With that said, Fatra dived into the cockerel.