The Strongest Level 0 Aikido Practitioner, Now, Here I Come to a Different World!

The meat of the Warcraft Doven could be served deliciously after thawing.

It's been a long time since I've been able to indulge in fat meat, and Satoru eats it all over his stomach.

The demon disappears when left alone, and if you try it, it honestly tastes bad and it's not what you could eat, but the Warcraft is different.

Unlike demons that sustain life in the nucleus instead of the heart, the beast is equipped with the heart, just like any other creature, and it moves with it.

This is why warcraft meat also serves as an ingredient.

Moreover, most parts of the Warcraft are traded as valuable materials.

Skins, nails and fangs are for materials such as equipment and ornaments, blood and bones are for medicines, meat and guts are for ingredients, and there are no wasted areas. When it comes to the heart, it is also treasured as an ingredient that gains longevity from its high vitality.

One hunt for a warcraft is enough to build a fortune, and even the adventurer's life is said to change.

That said, Satoru is not interested in this world's gold.

I'm not even willing to bother going back to the city to redeem it.

However, leaving it like this and being taken to the likes of Hyena is a handicap, so the excess meat and material summoned Pandora, the fifty-second in the Book of Satan, and threw her into it.

This is a treasure chest looking demon with the special ability of infinite storage.

Without anything, none of them have combat abilities, but this skill alone makes them quite useful.

Besides, depending on what you put in this pandora, you can also use it in interesting ways.

Satoru had grown to be quite able to use the Book of the Devil.

It makes use of the magic of Leonard in the thirty-third place, not only in terms of combat, but also in the course of his journey, for example, to thaw and cook the meat of this warcraft.

Especially from the Book of the Devil, the Devil is not for the servants, and so on and so on and so on.

"Kiki -"

And by the time I had finished my dinner safely, the gargoyle I was sending to reconnaissance was back.

In a forest like the one where the Warcraft is, there are other possibilities of demons lurking.

For this reason, several gargoyles were used and fought within a radius of 10 kilometers.

I hang pseudo-magic by Leonard on this gargoyle, so they won't even find me that way.

Satoru focuses his awareness on Gargoyle's report.

This demon cannot speak a man's language, but if it is with the Lord who is under contract, it is possible to communicate with the will in a precautionary manner.

There are many of these types of human-shaped demons.

"North Northeast, many demons on alert, one brunette, five beastly females"

Unexpectedly Satoru flashed, to Gargoyle, is it true! and send a strong reminder.

The response I received to that was no doubt.

"Come on, well... I was thinking about the possibility that maybe you were there."

Satoru's mouth slackened unexpectedly by this encounter.

It is not slightly too soon to decide that this is the case solely with the information that black hair black eyes, but Satoru also understands with the information he has heard so far that nothing exists that has the characteristic of black hair black eyes if he is a pure human being born in this world.

Then that information alone was too much to determine Satoru's avenging opponent.

Not to mention if you're walking more than one Beastman woman, the odds are even higher.

I do that with dark hair, black eyes, and I'm immersed in joy because I can't think of anything other than Satoru's class scraps.

"- Devil's Book, eighty-eighth Devil Flyer, twelfth Chaos Full Armor, eleventh Azot Sword"

Satoru will try to stay fully equipped just in case he wants to move immediately.

Devil flyers were fitted to improve mobility.

And Gargoyle decides to leave only one guide and put him back in the Book of the Devil, and ask Leonard to follow him as an adjunct.

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The intended opponent was about eight kilometers ahead, guided by Gargoyle.

Apparently it was a critical place for cracking and exploring range.

Unfortunately, the guide Gargoyle was hit at the hands of Augabros, but the revenge was fought with Leonard's magic.

And it's also troublesome to be disturbed, so after sweeping the surrounding demons, I peek at them from among the trees.

"Earthbell, winner -"

The moment I recognize that face, I remember trying it.

"- Doesn't it look funny if I use this guy to play slave games or something?

"Hey slave! Don't let the slaves use their tools to eat! Crawl like a dog and eat!

'Hey slave, lick my shoes. Yeah? What's that defiant attitude?

'I bought a new pen, so let me make sure you're comfortable stabbing me with the slave. Oh, yeah, it sounds funny to put seven scratches on your chest or something, doesn't it?

'Look, I prepared a delicious treat for the slaves today. The neighborhood wildcat was fishing for leftovers. Cat shit, huh? Aren't you glad? Ooh! If you're a slave, don't defy me. Eat straight!

Thanks to the winner, the worst slave life lasted for quite some time.

Of course he was treated like a slave not only by the winner, but also by the whole class because of this man, he was cursed at the habit of slavery for being busy, he took out a roasting or something where he got it, and after he broiled it in a burner, he was also pressed against his back.

Nishijima treats it like a tattoo, and despite the baking marks they put on it, you're breaking school rules! and also received relentless lynches from land, sea and air.

Satoru remembers. That crazy routine. And Satoru thinks again, this crazy routine.

And I swear, revenge on the crazy people.

Satoru first checks its status by using Ibir Eye for the winner in view.

Status

Name: SHOWGINDRAY

Age: 17

Gender: •

Title: Slaver of Blood

Level: 52

Vitality: 586/586

Magic: 227/227

Attack: 225

Defense: 276

Agility: 286

Magic conductivity: 152

Magic Resistance: 148

Abilities

Knowledge of Slave Traders, Knowledge of Torture, Whiplash (Celebrity Grade), Absolute Obedience, One Heart and One Body

Skills

Slave Blood Approx., Slave Ability Increased, Slave Manipulation, Disturbed Whip, Strong Whip, Tied Whip, Wip Cracking

Satoru sees the name on his status, and he's about to laugh.

(slave blood appointment, this is a pain in the ass)

It is Satoru who, once again, sees the winner's abilities and is glad in the way we met here.

Other than that, there was a part of me that was good at improving my slave abilities.

Apparently, the demons that were alert and urry around the target were also the slaves of the winner, and certainly had a higher status than the same demons they had dealt with before.

As for whipping, the name suggests that the winner's gear includes a leather whip of tuning, which will improve his ability to use it.

Skills also seem to have several whipped objects.

However, as far as protective equipment is concerned, it doesn't seem to be very constrained by the defensive power of the thick leather vest.

"Nevertheless - I wonder what we're starting to do here"

Satoru, while alone as he shrugged, scratches the grass and hangs a popping out to the visible position of such an idiot as he is now.

"Temehe is a good hobby at all."

"- Huh!?"

Exactly before he tried to enter the act now, the winner rose from his slave and raised his pants as he could hear Satoru and bounce.

Zamaa, look, and Satoru is evil in his heart.

Satoru is not sweet enough to deliberately miss where the vengeful opponent is about to drown in pleasure.

We just have to leave that stuff to the guy in the hockey mask who shows up on Friday.

"So, who is it, Temehe!

Who and what does the winner do for Satoru when he gets in shape?

And while I narrow my shoulders.

"What the hell. I can't believe you forgot me, you cheap bastard."

It seeps into resentment beyond words, and Satoru tells the winner that he is now raising his voice even more.

Then the eyes of the prey open wide.

"No way, that voice, you? Is that Satoru?

Satoru shakes his head to the winner who finally realizes it.

But if you think about it, Satoru now, wrapped in devil's gear, from the side, would only think of his whole body as a suspicious figure wrapped in creepy bone armor.

Whatever you do, your face is covered with a full face.

"That's right. As you can see, he came back from the depths of hell to avenge Temehe and the others."

So Satoru throws up a line that looks like it in a way that suits his current outfit.

Then, you look like a wolf, cum! and the winner bit his teeth.

"Heh, heh, I've had a hard time getting to the death penalty on purpose. But then I'll send you back to hell!

Satoru didn't think he'd believe it, but he seems to think Satoru really came back to see the look on his face.

It pisses me off to think that such a man had taken the liberty of thinking that it was something that had been put to death for so long.

"Hey, what the fuck! Get the fuck out of here!

And the winner gets so angry that it sounds all around him, he tries to call the demons - but naturally there's nothing to show.

All that remains on the spot are five beasts of women and a few demons.

"Hey, why not!

"Are you stupid or what? You've decided to wipe it out by the time I'm here. I cleaned it up, I did."

"Nah!? Stupid! There were twenty demonic slaves!

"No matter how many of those mutts you have, you're with me."

Sure, it's a demon that was more powerful than usual in the winner's abilities, but still, from Satoru, it's a fairly sublime opponent.

There is no such thing as cleaning everything up.

"Ah, gu! But what I've left here is a monster with a particularly strong arm! Come on, kill him! Temehe et al!

A winner commands his voice to a monster that remains absurd.

Then Saturday monsters try to strike at the same time - but at that moment, a thunderstorm pours down from the sky, piercing the monsters one after the other.

Later all that remained was a wretched wreck that burned black.

"Lots."

Satoru finished his magic and labored Leonard, who lined up beside him.

Magic is still a better stool than meat bullet fights to sweep away the miscellaneous fish.

"Hey, what the hell..."

The winner's index finger protruding toward Leonard is shaking with a pull.

I could see the obvious upset.

The palpable one, he turns a cold eye out of his armor.

"He's one of those people who can help me avenge my revenge. Apparently the quality of my people was better than yours."

But when Satoru said so, somehow the winner hoisted the corner of his mouth.

"Then that fellow! I'll take it!

I said and threw the little bottle at Leonard.

And I drew a parabola. That's where Leonard reaches overhead. The arrow bullet wears a bottle.

One of the slave beasts shot an arrow.

And the red liquid went down to Leonard.

"How about that! That bottle contains my blood dissolved in water! The last time my blood touches you, you're a slave to me for the rest of my life!

The winner is good at raising his voice. And...

"Come on! You! Kill Satoru next door now! Do it!

A winner who shouts thunder like a winner.

Though the expression is also a bellyful satire.

…………

Leonard doesn't move.

I am totally determined to ignore it.

"- Huh!? Hey, what's up! Listen to my orders!

"You're a total fool. There's no way we can make such a small job work for the devil. '

And the Book of Satan told him to mock, and Satoru sneered out of his armor, and cried.

"You're retarded. Leonard has already vowed to submit to me. Besides, in the first place, it is completely different from the creatures that live in this world. It can't be your skill."

Satoru speaks, a stunned winner.

I know you thought you'd get a powerful handkerchief, but there's no way Satoru, who was prejudging the winner's ability, didn't take into account the ability that would be the most threatening.

Especially since the Devil's book taught me the information that it didn't work for the Devil beforehand.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I guess I gave up being a slave and went after Leonard."

The blood of a victor's servant needs to adhere blood directly to the other's flesh.

In other words, it doesn't work for the kind of opponent that is wrapped around a full plate covering the entire body.

That is why I was glad to see this man now.

If we had met before we could use Chaos Full Armor, we would not have been able to fight aggressively, and if there had been anything to get ahead of us, we might have become slaves to this man.

Though it is Satoru of the thought that bug spit runs just imagining such a thing - there is a weakness in any ability.

The same goes for the skill of the winner, who is too brittle in stature without Satoru and the power of the devil.

There can be no such thing as a perfect person without weaknesses.

No matter how much reincarnated or summoned from Earth has better power than the locals, that doesn't change.

I saw it in a story one day, only fantasies like a protagonist who walks across the other world with no weapons and bare hands and defeats any opponent.

"At all, Temehe is far too shallow."

"... heh, heh! Don't lick me! I still have the trump card!

Even with that in mind, Satoru told me to look down on him...

But the winner once again strengthened his eyesight and seemed to be up to something -