Chapter 13—Death of fellow slimes.
Whoosh!—The woman sliced the jelly from the last slime.
"UHg#$Hh," she muttered with a grin, walking off with a sack full of the slime jelly.
Slime#47 shoved Mama Slime and Elder Slime toward the woman when she arrived—just in case that brat showed up again. Luckily, the kid didn't appear today.
[ Ding!
You took a critical hit!
Your vitality dropped from G to G-! ]
'Damn it.' He clenched his fists so hard that the tiny stick in his hand snapped clean in half.
"Yu###U," a garbled voice echoed as—Boom!—the rough man dumped another pile of garbage onto the ground.
The stench hit him like a slap.
"Tch!" Slime#47 clicked his tongue and jumped on the trash.
He knew it was useless to resist; they'd just throw him in the trash anyway. Might as well eat filth and get his Vitality back.
After a few hours, the trash disappeared from the ground—not even a drop of filthy substance left behind.
'I need to get stronger—faster,' he decided firmly, wobbling toward the training area.
Boom!
He froze—the sound of an explosion rang through the field.
He pivoted and glanced toward the direction of the sound.
A pile of goo was left on the ground.
Boom!
Another blast—but this time he saw it clearly. Wob!—a bouncing slime burst mid-air, splattering into a pile of goo.
Drops of blue liquid rained on the ground.
"What! What—what the hell just happened?! Why are they exploding all of a sudden?" he shouted, panic bubbling in his voice.
Boom!
Slimes exploded in a row, totalling eight deaths.
"Calm down, child…" Elder Slime said softly, patting the young one's shaking body.
"What…" Before he could ask, the old slime spoke with sadness and pity, "They lost their vitality. Every being dies when their vitality falls below G-."
'Damn humans,' he roared inwardly. His core ached as he watched—Wob!—jelly blobs bouncing over the ground, not understanding that some of them died.
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Bam!—Bam!—Slime#47 kept slamming his fists into the wooden fence.
[ Ding! Acid Fist proficiency +1 ]
[ Ding! Acid Fist proficiency +1 ]
[ Ding! Acid Fist proficiency +1 ]
[ Ding! Acid Fist proficiency +1 ]
It had been a few hours since the slimes died, but the young one didn't calm down. He trained with fury, anger visible in his eyes.
His tiny fists turned red, but rage drowned the pain completely.
"That's enough for today," Elder Slime said, his voice stern.
Bam!—Bam!
The young slime was not in the mood to listen to the old slime. But—Smack!—he was hit on the head as Elder Slime roared, "I said that's enough for today!"
Wob!
Slime#47 froze as a warm voice whispered behind him, "It's okay, my child." Mama Slime wrapped around him gently, rubbing his body with affection.
Mama Slime cuddled with him, and his emotions finally calmed down.
The next day...
"%$^GV," the woman yelled, cleaning the goo with tools before leaving, then—Thud!—throwing a sack of garbage to the ground.
'That's it? Just a little anger?' Slime#47 muttered, disappointed. He'd felt that she was angry, was because of the pile of goo, they left behind.
If he'd known that she had actually uttered, "Damn slimes, can't they die cleanly," Then he would have jumped on her.
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Soon, one month passed….
Bam!
Slime#47 smashed his glowing grey fist into a small branch of wood in mid-air and—Thud!—landed on the ground.
[ Ding! Acid Fist proficiency +1 ]
'Good,' he smiled to himself.
[ Ding! Acid Fist leveled up to Lv.4! ]
He'd felt his proficiency was increasing too slowly, so he requested Elder Slime's help. The second stage of training began—wood pieces thrown randomly into the air by older slime, which he had to strike in mid-air by leaping up.
It gave a huge boost to his proficiency, allowing his Acid Fist to level up twice.
[ Ding! Fist Mastery proficiency +1 ]
Though small, the jumping and hitting gave a little progress to Fist Mastery as well.
'Better than nothing,' he mused, glancing at the blue panel.
In the past month, three more slimes died—eleven in total.
According to Elder Slime, they didn't properly eat, leading to a fall in vitality and eventual death.
'So skipping garbage means death, huh,' he thought dryly.
He'd gotten used to seeing the death of slimes.
Still, he felt his heart might truly break if he kept witnessing the deaths of such cute creatures.
It also strengthened his resolve to save them all from humans without a single scratch in every loop, once he grew powerful.
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Whoosh!
The harvesting of jelly went by quickly as the woman left with a huge sack of the slime jelly.
Thud!—A sack of garbage was thrown to the ground.
Wob!—All slimes jumped onto the filth. Slime#47 closed his eyes as his body absorbed the trash.
[ Ding! Your vitality has increased!
Vitality: G- to G! ]
'It keeps hovering between G- and G,' he sighed at the notification. In the beginning, his vitality was G+, but after the harvest started, it never recovered.
After two hours…
Bam!—"Acid Fist!" the young slime yelled, slamming his glowing grey fist into the wooden fence.
Gzz!
Sparks flashed, smoke rushed out of the wood as he pulled back his tiny fist—a full fist mark clearly visible on the fence.
'I did it,' he grinned, staring proudly at the mark he left behind as—Ding!— a new panel appeared in his vision.
[ Ding!
Acid Fist leveled up to Lv.5—Lv.Max ]
[ —Skills—
—Acid Fist {Common} Lv.Max—
— Increases the strength of the fist by 200%.
— Covers the fist with the power of the strong corrosive acid.
Note: Acidity and power of the fist are based on the amount of aura input. ]
'Max level, huh… looks like I've finally caught up to the old slime,' he grinned, eyeing the glowing skill panel.
[ Ding! Acid Fist caused your aura reserves to increase! ]
[ Ding! Your level increased to level 2! ]
[ Ding! Status fully restored! ]
[ Name: Slime#47 {temporary}
Race: Slime ★
Class: N/A
Traits: Eternal Mastery, Viscous body, Amorphous Being.
Titles: N/A.
Level: 2
Strength: G-
Endurance: G
Will: G+
Wisdom: G-
Dexterity: G
Perception: G-
Agility: G+
Vitality: G+ ]
End of the chapter.