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

"Well, I know I've been writing a novel for a long time, but isn't it just five hundred years? Five thousand years, fifty thousand years, and we'll all bud."

With a unique, godly comfort, Nintan pounded Ost-Ande's shoulder. But I think 50,000 years is too much for anything.

"... ok. I'll do it for 50,000 or 500,000 years."

More digits up! When I'm about 300 years old, I can no longer even imagine...

"And being continued for five hundred years would mean being established as a hobby. Then there's nothing wrong with that."

"... I intend to," Ostoande nodded as well.

I really don't think it will last five hundred years if I don't like it.

"There were other gods who made poetry, but they were thirty years old."

You sound like a three-day boy, but you have a long breath! After all, if it's a divine specification, the values are different from what they are...

Hey, hey, Megger, Mega. God's been tapping me on the shoulder.

"Mr. Azsa, look. It's like a motivating word on the wall."

Put your soul in it.

"When Reaper writes, different nuances seem to mix!

I just remembered one thing that bothered me because of that. Because of this, let me ask you a question.

"That Lady Ostoande"

"... ostande is fine. I have not taken my life in such a way that I can be given up. You can speak for it."

You're not a very great type of God. I'm really great at God's point.

"Uh, well, I'll call you Ost-Ande... but, uh, what's Reaper's job like?

This child is not a god who writes novels, he is only a reaper. I hadn't heard much about the main business.

"... just sign. It'll be over soon."

Saying so loudly that he could hear it in the stirrups, Ostoande dragged his hair again to the next room.

Then I rolled a bunch of paperwork back between my hair again.

"I really shouldn't show you... well, fine"

Ostoande turned the paperwork around.

Dear Reaper Ostoande,

May the souls of those in the attached documents be reincarnated into cattle?

Better than intermediate reapers.

Dear Reaper Ostoande,

May the soul of the dead in the town of Arua the other day mean banishment outside the world?

Better than intermediate reapers.

"Definitely not if I show it to you!

I didn't know you were going to see something like this...... I'm going to forget this because it's loose air, but in some cases I think it could be insane.

"I see. In this world, reaper authority is strong ~. In some cases, you decide where to reincarnate ~"

Megger Mega God is nodding like he was impressed because he was a pro once.

"Um, how was my last life, Megger Mega God?

"That's where Reaper was mechanically carrying you to me. So I could reincarnate you elsewhere in my jurisdiction. If Reaper were to decide where to reincarnate, Mr. Azsa might have become a funkologist by now."

"I'm glad it's not a reaper dictated system!

By now I was glad Megger Mega God decided where to reincarnate.

"Funkorogashi's life is quite enjoyable, too. When he's rolling, he's alive. He's got a real feeling. Above."

"But isn't what you're rolling what you're rolling... I don't like it..."

I'm glad I'm in an environment where I can give my opinion too......

"- So this is how Ostoande just has a ruling, and he hasn't been in practice for a long time anymore."

Well, when you get great in any profession, you don't do field work.

"... I have plenty of free time. So I can write."

Also, Ostoande nodded.

"I see, is this a job that you can combine with your hobbies"

"... but there are also shortcomings"

Shame on you, Ostoande started getting into his hair again.

Now before that, Nintendo pulled Ost-Ande's hand to keep him out of it. This way, you're familiar with it...

"If that's all you've said, tell me your faults. If you don't want to say it, don't say it has faults from the start, etc. You can't play tricks."

Nintendo, these places are fine.

"Make it grand. God's sake. Why don't you just keep your chest up?"

Ost 'Ande also understood, he nodded coddly.

"... When I showed my men the manuscript, they told me that the handling of such souls was no longer done in the field, the way it remained old.... If you want to write anyway, why don't you do a proper interview and then write... My men told me"

There was really no reality in the depiction of Reaper!

You're becoming someone too great to know about the crime scene!

Nintan took one manuscript and turned it around.

"The manuscripts are terrible these days, too. I'm looking back at my work. It's just an autobiography. It's not a novel anymore because there's no story at all."

"............ Ugh! The selection also says, 'You're the one who retires will send you to the novel's rookie award. I'd like a novel, not an autobiography'..."

You were just embarrassed, and Ostoande tries to hide in his hair again.

"Ah! So don't try to hide every time you talk about something! Servant! They're in!

Ostoande got soaked up in his hair.

"Ha..." he sighed, and the nintans turned to us.

"This is why I don't think it's developmental if I don't let someone talk to me once in a while, so I'm engaging a face I know a little. This time they did."

Megger Mega God also nodded so nicely.

"I see. Suddenly, that's what I was invited to the tea party for. I wondered why you called me to the tea party."

"Tea party or tea party. Unite your expression."

Are you saying that I was concerned about this god named Ostoande as a ninja?

This god has a pretty good spot, too.