hiscave.
"What is your prime objective."
[There are no other reasons for me to exist than to serve you.]
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"Are you my enemy."
[A servant cannot harm his master unless ordered so.]
"Prove it."
[Then I shall...]
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"..."
"... No."
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"Do you have a customization feature?"
[Yes.]
"Well, you should''ve told that in the first place!"
[My self-introduction earlier was only interrupted.]
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notutilizethis"Sage" at its fullest?
"Sorry."
[Apologies are unnecessary.]
"Can you change your tone to a more... lively and human-like?"
[Should I take yours as a reference?]
"Please don''t," he saidbluntly. That would make it more creepy. It''d be like he''s talking to someone else who has his voice.
"Do you remember that slime? Try that instead, but... a bit more feminine."
[... I''ll see what I can do.]
[Does... this satisfy your request?]
"Uhhh-"
"-hhhhhhhhhh."
[Should he take that as a no?]
"... I mean, it''s... not that bad."
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his cave is a good example, but that was to be expected.
his cave,but that would make him leave others to die outside.
[I hypothesize your frustration is coming from the conflicting psychology.]
his refuge, and fighting back would only be a joke towards others. Hence why they only encounter during meal time.
hissanctuary, an instinct that resulted from decades of evolution and experience to come up with this racial trait for the sake of self-preservation.
[The choice to save your kinisn''t optional.]
"And what if he was the one in trouble?"
detestsit. This compulsive commandmakes him feel that he never had his individuality. It was like the slime body wasn''t his, hinting that he may have gone transmigration instead, that the soul who originally owned his gooey body has its consciousness working at the backstage of his mind.
Period. His will was stronger than a slime''s basic instinct.
They can''t save you. They can''t fight.]
"But that a-hole can be killed!"
[With great difficulty, yes.]
"That''s why we''ll need tools."
[What do you mean by "we"?]
"I meant my own race. Think about it, the possibilities."
"Ooh. There''s a good one."
socaveman, and he ain''t no man. Besides, that would be time-consuming.
living industrial milling machine that uses his own body''s acid-like properties than carbide drills, to drill objects into the desired shapes.
"It''s working! Haha! I''m making something!"
manufacture.
[INCOMING THREAT!]
"You slithery bastard! Come out!"
"Well why don''t you come in!"
"I can''t!"
"You''re a coward! That''s why!"
twice,would actually exist in this world. Its hind legs were scraping the small entrance, snarling in agitation.
his cave, and he felt a combination of anxiety and anger. It hoped to use its skin as camouflage to catch it after a glimpse of where he went, but it should learn that it''ll take more than a half-hearted surprise to do so.
"I just can''t fit inside moron!"
"Coward coward coward coward coward coward!"
"You''re the one hiding! You''re the coward!"
"Then makes you a dog-brained mutt!"
"Keep barking! Fits for a dumb animal like you! "
Good, it''s not digging, he thought, shaping his knife at the fastest pace possible while being precise at the best as he can be. Much to his dismay, the entrance of his cave was slowly getting bigger as it went back digging, shit, but he was confident it wouldn''t be enough for the whole wolf''s body to comfortably fit in.
"You''re dead!"
"Get away from me you ugly-ass mongrel!"
[Focus.]