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

"Yeah. If I can help you with anything too, I'll help. It's a mystery of what you can do."

"Be the talker of these hairy balls. That's not enough."

I saw a hairball that didn't make the nintan slightly faint.

"Come out for a while, let's just say we drink and wait until then."

Mega Mega God is happy to get the cup out of somewhere. Well, when you talk to Ostoande all the time, it's hard to come back out?

Most of all, it's pretty surreal that there's a big hairball in the room...

About fifteen minutes later.

Ostoande finally came out of his hair when we were drinking chicken alcohol.

No longer, my hair seems like a room.

"I don't know. Have you settled your mind?

"... excuse me. I don't care what they say anymore."

Slowly Ostoande nodded.

"That's right! You can send me something like a painful autobiography! Because if you insist it's a novel, that's the novel!

".................. I knew it was embarrassing"

Ostoande tried to get back in the hairball again!

"Hey, Megger Mega! Don't scratch my heart! Wouldn't I be back again!

"What!? Is it my responsibility to hear that whatever you say is okay..."

"Guys without delicacies think about what they're safe to say before they say it because of what they say! Look, Ostoande, come back here! Help Azsa pull it too!

"Do I do it too!?

I pulled by the two of us and pulled Ostoande back.

I'm tired because I haven't talked much...

"... sorry. It's okay now. I blew it off."

I don't really trust you, but I have to believe you here.

"... when it comes to novels, I can stand whatever they say. Besides, such an application is a thing of the past. Rather, I am now active for further heights"

Whoa, is this real?

Indeed, my face is more motivated than I was just now.

"Oh, you and I are finally starting to write stories other than our own real experiences. Or try mixing fiction with a hands-on experience. Write a story about a mysterious hairball monster."

Well, if it's just a matter of writing about Reaper, all you have to do is spread the story out on the outside.

"... the elementary school learned. Doesn't it seem like art to apply for manuscripts and win awards? Instead, it's the new art that nobody understands."

Something's making a foolish statement!

"... it is sweet to apply manuscripts. Elementary school students are nothing like those bound by such existing rules."

"It's not good! You denied a reality that was inconvenient to you!

"Mega Mega God, please pick a few more words!

But I know you're acting worried.

Somewhere, it sounds like he's on the run......

"... elementary school students, now they do much more meaningful things than writing on paper, etc"

A part of Ostoande's hair suddenly stretched and tangled in our arms.

What, this monstrous move!

No way, they're attacking you!? Megger, Mega, God made a statement about my heart scratching... Perhaps it is regarded as a flavor of it......

"... so I want you to see the work"

"Oh, you mean..."

It's good to be willing, but there's something wrong with the action for it!

"I'm sorry, both of you. Because these hairy balls are poorly communicated..."

Nintendo has lowered his head.

God is struggling in God's relationship.

"I'm fine. I know what Nintendo's up to."

We were pulled out by Ostoande's hair and went outside.

The rock bedrock of Rock Mountain was soaring.

Most importantly, because the house is at the foot of the rocky mountain, it's normal for the rocky mountain to get into your eyes, but Ostoande is looking at it, so they have something there.

"It's a rock ~. It looks sturdy"

"Mega Mega God, my thoughts are cluttered...... I don't even know what a rock this rock is."

There are other places around that have rock beds sticking out, but I can't feel the difference from that.

"... I want you to watch"

At the same time as that ostoande word, we were free of our hair. Being restrained by your hair is not such a fun experience, so I'm glad you let me go.

Ostoande moved towards the rock bed.

Note that my feet are also covered with hair, so I feel like a chunk of hair is moving sideways rather than walking......

"Hey, Nintan, what's starting now? I can't imagine."

"I don't know either. The rocks around here shouldn't be so sacred or anything..."

While we were talking about that, Ostoande arrived directly beneath the rock.

"... elementary school, moving"

Thigh!

Fresh strange noises, stretched ostoande hair crawl up the rocky mountains.

"Scary! Normally scary! He's moving like a tentacle!

Obviously they're showing off something outrageous!

And now the body of the Ost-Ande slowly goes up like an elevator for loading.

"Apparently, you're screwing your hair into a rock gap and locking it ~"

Meggermega God said in a swallowing voice.

"Just the rock..."

"Um, can't you fly in the sky or something if you're a god?

"Mr. Azsa, you've just dismissed my joke"

I really felt like I was going to say something. There are two kinds of people in the world who come up with a needless gag, but don't say it right away and say it right away, but Megger Mega God is obviously the latter.

"By the way, you can probably fly, but I think it's his unique obsession that that hairball god doesn't fly. When God exercises his power, he can do anything. But some gods were in trouble because they couldn't even get rid of mosquitoes, and they didn't."

"Well, I hear there's someone who wants to be a frog."

Nintendo took Mega Mega God for granted.

Probably, but, Megger Mega God, I feel like I'm saying it on purpose with the pleasure of becoming a frog...