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

Also, Belzebub looked suspicious. So it's really not my fault!

But do you want to read the book first?

Nothingness Wilderness, it is one of this country's completely forgotten lands, I would say. He said that once the coverts had fought and visited the land as a place for their ideal training, but now the traces that people lived in make them feel refreshed in reverse.

Regardless, the route carriage has also been abandoned a long time ago, and in order to reach the land, we do not want to take two days to walk from the settlement called "Wilderness Entrance Village". It's a very hard distance to call an entrance, but by then the wilderness of nothingness is widely slaughtered.

"Nothing's going to happen because it's only the beginning. I mean, this guy, why all this land coming? Are you free?

"I guess there's a lot of hobbyists in the world. Read the rest."

My attempt to visit the Nothingness Wilderness was motivated by the fact that this land was the stage for the legend of Reaper.

Once upon a time, there was a Reaper in this land, who manages all the souls of this world - such legends have long been spoken of in this region. I thought about confirming the legend with this eye.

I used to live in nothing, I still live on active duty...

I walked for two days and managed to reach the abandoned village of Nothingness Wilderness. Deserves a name, too nothing.

I've also extended my legs many times to horrible places like goosebumps, but it was just this vanity wilderness where I felt nothing and stood up.

Did you see Ostoande? That god, you don't think anyone's coming, and you're not even trying to make people look invisible.

And I, the only "something" in the Nothingness Wilderness, laid eyes on Rock Mountain.

I have come to know that there are so ugly and tragic words written there!

"Oh, you read the novel you're carving on the wall!

"Who the hell wrote letters and stuff like this? If they think the Demons did it, it's gonna be a pain in the ass, so stop it."

I know how you feel, but it's what God does, so there's no stopping you...

The language was like an ancient language used about a thousand years ago. That is engraved like a sharp blade on rock skin.

Hereinafter, this is what I mean when I put it back in my current words.

I am the one who manages all death. But when death is put into words, it becomes so empty that it cannot resonate the soul of any man. So I'm going to carve out here what I did with my soul.

When I read it this way, I know that if someone sees it who doesn't know anything, they'll be surprised.

First, listen to the circumstances of your soul. Listen to more soul requests. In time, I send my soul to a determined predetermined place. At this time, double checks are always carried out by multiple persons to make sure there are no mistakes. It is extremely cumbersome to pig what has become a cow once, so you should not neglect the confirmation process.

"You're doing it clerically!

I'm not particularly scared. It would be exactly my job, but it feels like I'm doing it.

Sometimes I think I'm tired, but when I hear a word of thanks from my soul, I feel like doing it again tomorrow. Words of gratitude from the soul become the energy of the heart. I wonder if I was doing this job because I wanted to hear that one word.

"I'm talking about something crummy!

Didn't you fall at the Rookie Awards because you write these things in your application manuscript...?

But what's "ugly, miserable wording" about this? Haven't you already written on the writing side that you think would be fine if you said something like that, like, "Fear of wanting to be famous for now"?

I'm not sure what you're talking about in the second half, but what the hell is this word, written by someone who manages death? I fell asleep and couldn't move on the spot. If we do that, we're going to lose even a sense of time.

I somehow took a pen and tried to write that letter down.

At that time, I felt strange signs from behind.

There was something there that could neither beast nor man, covered with hair all over his body.

Tall as a toddler, but wide as a long desk on the side, each hair as stupid as an independent creature!

It's totally ostoande!

Someone stretched out a piece of hair and restrained my body.

I noticed that I would surely be preyed upon. That was the first time I felt such direct fear.

But some of the people who were reluctant to make that name pronounced these words.

"... you, the one who does the editing of the book or no?

I'm asking you if you're an editor!

I replied, "No, it's what I'm asking the world by documenting exploration and making it into a book".

"… then introduce the person in charge to the elementary school."

"No, there's no editor in charge because it's self-published!

"... then I'm not interested in you"

From there my memory was flying. He noticed he had fallen in front of the entrance village.

What was that hair-covered existence? And what is the connection with the word that names those who manage the death of the nothingness wilderness?

I'm trying to get connections with my editors!

I mean, you've got a rough time with rookie awards. But I wonder if it would be more human not to blow it off so easily. God, not man, though.

I closed the book.

"What is this guy? There's no such thing as demons."

Belzebub comes after me.

Uh-huh... can I say something mildly about God?

But they didn't even tell me it was off-the-record, okay?

"This hairy creature is a reaper."

Belzebub turned out to be an open face.

"Why is Reaper a monster of hair? Speaking of Reapers, he's the one who's flying around with a sickle to gather his soul at night."

"I imagined that too, because it's totally different!

I was glad that you didn't believe me about Reaper, but Belzebub stopped asking me any more than that.