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

There stood a giant hairball.

"Oh, that's - Ostoande!

There's no way I can missee the existence of such an unusual figure. It's the Ost-Ande of Reapers.

The hand that came out of the hair opened a piece of the hair and put out his face. I knew it was him.

"... Hello. It's an odd encounter."

"Oh yeah...... Sometimes you come out of the desert of nothingness..."

"... This place is special"

With that said, Ostoande sat in his empty seat and stroked the cat that was on the table.

"... literary people work in coffee shops.... and literary people like cats"

That is in prejudice......

"Oh, my God, I know Azsa. No, I didn't think he was weird."

"That's some rude expression! I mean, you're a very different customer, but you didn't think anything of it?

Someone covered in hair would panic a little if they showed up in a human town.

"I don't know if he's alive or dead, but I felt like he was different, but some guys don't either. Whether you live or die, your guests are a guest."

Because it's God, it's going to be true that you don't know if you're alive or dead, and maybe the way you divide life and death is more practical than if you were a demon or a human being if you were Moo.

"Well, if you haven't had a problem, okay?"

It's weird that I cum out now that I'm a god, and if I need to, I'll tell him myself.

"Dear Azsa, you know that hairy guy, don't you?

Sleeping Lycra asked, but her face hid in a cat and she couldn't see. would be too mundane.

Lycra even asked me questions.

No, no one in my family knows about Ostoande. I can explain it to you on this occasion, but can I say God...?

I whispered and decided to check with Ostoande himself.

"Hey, can I say something about who you are?

"... whatever you want. I've lived a shameful life, but not enough to hide it."

I got permission, so I told my family and Moo that I was Reaper.

With Sharsha's strong interest, he had asked a number of questions to Ost-Ande, but no other confusion arose in particular. There are demons and spirits in this world.

"Yeah. Did you do Reaper? You look like that."

Moo snapped as he hugged the cat and stared at Ostoande, who was answering Sharsha's question.

"You don't really care if I hear you're a Reaper either. From the spirit, is it something you're not afraid of?

"Death deals with the soul of the fallen and whispered. It's none of our business to spend the whole time as spirits."

If so, is there nothing to interfere between the Spirit and the Reaper?

"Chiuka, if you ask the reaper directly, yes, do it. Ask me a question with Sharsha."

That's true, too, so I brought a chair and sat next to Sharsha.

"So, Reaper, you're saying you never catch the spirit of this world or anything?

"... yes. Because ghosts keep their balance by staying in the world as ghosts. It's not good to have too few ghosts."

I see, I see. You mean a "normal" state, including the presence of spirits.

"... I just see ghosts, of course. Like this."

Ostoande stretched his hair like a tentacle into a void with nothing.

"... here's the ghost of a cat. It's just the land of evil spirits, and many cat ghosts."

"Oh well. Maybe it's fun for a cat ghost to have a lot of company."

At that time, hairs like tentacles swept away.

"... Ah. It's rampant. The cat spirit is rampant."

It's hard to understand because it's invisible to our eyes, but I generally know why it's happening.

"Anyway, it's like those tentacles, so you're tying them up, right? Then the Cat Spirit will resist..."

"... no. I just wish I could react to the hippo thing."

"Even if I die, cats are cats!

You don't change your habits around there...

"... there just might be a bit of a ghost excitement. There's a lot of blood."

I wonder what cats there are around there, too.

I guess it's getting hot while I'm chasing the hippo stuff or something.

If the tentacles do it, they're shaking, so Ostoande's burning his hands, too.

"... don't get too violent. It's not good to break out in the state of your soul."

The expression sounded ominous. In a way, it sounds all scary when you read it in depth, because it's what Reaper said.

"What do you mean it's not good? Maybe the soul will split up or something?

"... no. When you gain momentum in your spiritual soul, it's like getting into something you don't usually get into."

The next moment...

I felt like something was hitting my head!

"Wow! What!?

When I was walking, all of a sudden, it was similar when the ball flew to my head.

It doesn't hurt, but my brain rocked lightly.

I flipped every chair.

I don't have any pain, but I was quite surprised.

"... sorry. The ghost of the cat jumped out of the elementary school... and it seemed to collide."

"Ghosts collide..."

I stood up holding my head down. Sharsha said, "Mother, are you okay...?" He pulled one hand and woke me up. I still get my head fluttered.

"Thank you, Sharsha. There's nothing to worry about. Mom's sturdy anyway."

"... spirits are in ghosts, in living life, together. I don't usually come into contact with them, but if my soul moves too well... sometimes I bump into them"

From that Ost-Ande story, did the cat ghost jump out in a hurry and hit me with my soul?

"So the ghost of an excited cat just happened to fly over here. Understood."

"... a reaper, yet the treatment of the spirit soul was sweet. … reflection. Embarrassing. If there's a hole, I want in."

Ostoande hid his face in the hair balls. God, but that's a humble attitude there.

"I'm not mad at you for anything, so you don't have to hide. Mostly, it's not Ost-Ande's fault, it's the cat's fault."

I can't even say the tentacles are the cause, but it wouldn't be what I did to make my cat excessively hot, and I wouldn't even have to take responsibility for that.