《I Was Reincarnated as a God-Tier Slime [Evolution systems litrpg]》 1 – The goddess of Trickery Viktorian knew he was dead. In fact, he knew he had been dead for a very long time. He had died in the most ridiculous way possible. He always knew his apartment was haunted; they warned him. The agent warned him, his family warned him, his neighbors warned him. He had even seen the warning signs. Even the doors slamming and lights turning off suspiciously were warnings. But he paid no attention to them. Ghosts? What are those? A figment of your imagination. He had done a long binge-watching session and settled in for a night of relaxation. Then he booted up a new role-playing game that had just dropped on the market. How was he supposed to know he would choke on noodles? Make no mistake, they were the tastiest instant noodles he had in a while. In the midst of scarfing down endless amounts of noodles, he ate too fast. He ran into the kitchen to find something in the fridge to drink. But along the way, he tripped over a pile of laundry that had been left on the floor. Then he crashed headfirst into the sink¡ªhis face completely planted into the sink he forgot to drain. Noodles dangled out of his mouth like some kind of eldritch horror. The worst part of all? His leg had awkwardly stuck in the stray laundry basket that wasn''t supposed to be there. One of his long socks was pinning him down, keeping him in place. And to top it all off, there was a weight on his arms, pinning him down. The last thing he saw was a creepy-looking woman, smiling down at him. Giggling. Her hair was pale as snow, and her skin was as blue as the moon on a Monday. "You''ll be stuck here with me forever," the phantom said. It would have stopped there, had he not struggled to break free. His hand knocked over his electric kettle, still plugged in. It flipped, and the lower contraption sent a lower circuit into the water, then electrified him while he was drowning. He gurgled, twitched, then suffocated while his nerves burned under the voltage. Everything went dark. He didn''t know if he was dreaming, or if consciousness after death was all there was to living, but he had been drifting in this maddening void for some time now. He had been able to play pretend with imaginary characters for at least a few days, but now, he was stuck here. "Oh, brave gamer of MMOs and consumer of junk foods, do you wish to live again? Do you wish to try again?" Who was that? That voice¡ªa figment of his imagination? "What? What the fuck! Who''s there? Are you the ghost, the one that murdered me?" The voice hissed. "This is a goddess you''re speaking to. You filthy mortal. Mind your language." Goddess? What nonsense. He supposed this was it? He was going to become mad. "Answer my question, or be consigned to oblivion... or the 24 trillion waiting list. That could take 3.5 years to be free." "24 trillion waiting list?" What did that mean? Would he wait in line for heaven, hell, or even reincarnation? Would it hurt to play along with the voice? He didn''t think so. "Uh¡­ I mean yes, I want to be reincarnated as an isekai hero, maybe a demon king with ultimate power, and I want all the cheat skills¡ª" "Shut up!" Oops. Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Then, suddenly, he was in a brightly lit room, painted and coated in shining bits of white light. Everything was white here¡ªthe furniture, the bed, even the goddess that stood in front of him. His body was his again. And he could move around and touch his skin. Viktorian''s eyes widened. She was otherworldly in presence, with an aura that demanded reverence. Her flowing garments shimmered like the morning sky. He swallowed, feeling a sense of overwhelming awe. He dropped to his knees, unsure of what else to do. She stared down at him with contentment. Her feet were less than a meter away from him. He inched closer in reverence¡ªonly for her to kick him in the face, sending him flying against the walls of the chamber. "Did you just try to¡ª" "No!" he shut her down before she could finish. "I wouldn¡¯t¡­ without permission." She sneered at him, then relaxed. "How pathetic." "Viktorian, for a plebeian as unremarkable as you, one like you doesn''t often have enough karma points to choose where you will reincarnate, how you will reincarnate, and what you will reincarnate as." "Eh, karma points?" A screen flashed in his face. Karma: +42 Points Life Performance: Mediocre Your actions have neither greatly harmed nor significantly benefited the world. While you have left a mark, it is one of passing consequence. "Huh, that''s gotta count for something, right?" The goddess shook her head. "Unfortunately, it counts for nothing around here. Maybe waiting in the waiting list will net you some extra karma." "Yeah, no, I''m not going to drift for three point five years." Suddenly, she grabbed him and threw him onto a bed. He landed with a bounce, blinking up at her in confusion. Before he could react, he instinctively grabbed a pillow, hugging it like a lifeline. "See, here''s the thing: I am not really good at this goddess of reincarnation thing. I''m kinda new. And my bosses expect me to send at least one reincarnator today. The multiverse is huge, and I''m kinda lazy. To look for perfect candidates. So~" He didn¡¯t need to think twice about it. This was it¡ªhis shot at another life. "Yes, I agree. Send me right away." "I haven''t even laid out all the details, but if you''re sure¡­" She chuckled, tilting her head. "Absolutely," he nodded. "You said I wouldn''t get any cheat skills and stuff, so I guess just having a second chance will be alright." "Fufufu, if you are absolutely sure." She sat down on the bed beside him, an amused smirk on her lips. Viktorian tensed, not knowing what to expect. "Then come here," she said, beckoning. He reached forward without thinking. Just as he did, she placed a hand on his face and snapped her fingers. SPLIT. Reality cracked open, and in the last moment before everything blurred, he saw her smirking as space twisted around him. Then¡ªwham. He was gone. The last words he heard from her sent chills down his spine. "You goddamn fool, you were so easy." He stirred. His body felt sluggish. He couldn''t move properly. Was he still in the womb? No. There were other things stirring next to him¡ªsoft, shifting, jelly-like forms. A wet, squelching noise filled the air as he felt himself press against something slimy. His vision returned, and panic set in. Around him was a sea of slimes, clumping together like a living, pulsing mass. Then, a screen bombarded his vision.
[System Notification] Name: Slime Baby (Level 1) Race: Slime Class: None HP: 20/20 MP: 10/10 Stamina: 15/15 Strength: 2 Dexterity: 4 Constitution: 2 Intelligence: 1 Wisdom: 1 Charisma: 2 Skills: Adaptive Form ¨C The slime can change shape slightly, making it harder to pin down or trap. Effect: +2 Dexterity when evading environmental hazards (such as being squashed or trapped).
"Nooooo! I reincarnated as a slime. Not a human, not even a damn demon. That goddess¡­ she tricked me." To be fair, he hadn''t exactly listened to her. He''d been too caught up in the excitement of reincarnation. Now, regret settled in. He had been murdered by a ghost, then duped by a goddess, and now¡­ this? In his past life, he had accomplished nothing of real worth. Now, he was stuck as a lowly monster. All those hours spent gaming, chasing short bursts of entertainment, and ignoring reality¡ªnone of it helped him now. "Shit!" he squelched. Hundreds of tiny slimes turned toward him, their round, glistening bodies shifting as they locked onto him. "Shiiiiiii~" they echoed in eerie unison. Oh no. Then they all started moving toward him. Great. He gets reincarnated, and the first thing he encounters is a smug goddess who dupes him. Now, his newfound slime brethren want to eat him. Why does life have to be like this? Chapter 2 – Level?! Viktorian shook his little slime body as an army of amorphous blobs turned toward him. Hundreds of little baby slimes surrounded him, all focused on the sudden words he gurgled out. ¡°Shiiiiii!!!!¡± ¡°Shiii!!!¡± They echoed his profanity in the slime nest. He shivered as the little bodies started climbing on him, covering him with their slimy goo¡ªalthough he was the exact same as them. He felt himself slipping as he was pulled from one end to the other. The creatures, in some manner or way, were communicating with each other. Though he couldn¡¯t hear their thoughts, he heard little psychic echoes filling his brain. Anomaly. Outsider. Non-slime. Defect. Deviation. Those were the words he could make sense of, though they felt more like emotions they emitted¡­ It had to be some kind of survival mechanism¡ªkeeping irregular slimes out of the spawning horde of blue jelly. Viktorian could only stare in horror as they surrounded his little putrid body. He was completely and utterly helpless. Can one of them at least turn into an itty bitty slime woman. No? Hugged to death by ugly little slimes. This was not how he expected to die. Immediately after rebirth, no less. Did that mean he would go back to the waiting list? Three years, if not more, of endless drifting and regretting his past life choices? He closed his googly eyes, accepting his fate. Well, he had a nice five seconds of being a live. He¡¯d cherish by savouring his last memories, of the Well, divinely shaped goddess. This would be it. An unholy gust struck the center of the slime mass, scattering hundreds of little slimes. Viktorian was blown away, hurled hundreds of meters from where he had been suffocated by his slime peers. He landed somewhere, it looked like the ridge of what appeared to be a hollowed-out mountain. He turned his attention to where the gusty wind had appeared. The majority of the slimes were stuck below. Eh!? Was that some kind of divine help? Was it that goddess¡¯s doing? [No, little slime. It was my doing. Now run!] Shivers ran down his blobby back. A voice had just spoken to him in his head. What!? [Run, you fool!] The voice shouted at him. It was very feminine¡ªlike a stern teacher, maybe a hot mo¡ª [Flee!] Several slimes slithered toward him, staring at him like he was their prey. Panic set in shortly after. And he ran for his life. Uh¡­ bounced away. The small slimes chased him down, squelching, gibbering, and bopping¡ªhopping behind him like jackrabbits on roids. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. Up ahead, inside the hollowed-out cavern, there was a small dark crevice. If he could get in there, perhaps they wouldn¡¯t pursue him. Viktorian made the mistake of peering behind him. He stared, aghast and flabbergasted. The baby slimes weren¡¯t just chasing him anymore. In fact, they seemed to be running for their own lives. A frenzy! No¡ªa carnage! Massive blobs had appeared in the hollowed-out cavern and were busy devouring the smaller ones. Viktorian stood frozen in horror, watching the slimes get absorbed, dissolved, and cannibalized by what may have been their siblings. Or were they more like mitochondria undergoing fission? [I told you to run! Don¡¯t think] the voice scolded him. ¡°Alright! Alright!¡± he squelched and bubbled. Viktorian turned around, slowly but surely, dragging himself toward the cave. Now that they weren¡¯t deliberately targeting him, he felt a little at ease. Why run when he could conserve his energy? If he had hands, he would have scratched his head. He was a monster now. That meant he would not be blessed with the comforts and safety of human society. He¡¯d be stuck in a dog-eat-dog world. Forever hunted or be forced to hunt. So much for living a slow life. [If your puny little head would simply listen, perhaps there is a way out.] Viktorian didn¡¯t question the voice¡ªnot yet. He crept under the crevice, waiting and biding his time. He was dark around him. Like a very small chamber and very hot. Was the mountain volcanic? ¡°What the hell am I supposed to do now?¡± [Be a monster. Kill, eat, devour, consume. Evolve. Grow] The voice advice. ¡°Easier said than done.¡± He did a double take, realizing the absurdity of the situation. ¡°Who are you, voice? And what was that strike of wind that fell?¡± The voice didn¡¯t answer. Before he could inquire further, a slime tinier than even him bopped on by, heading in his direction. Weak, small, and stupid¡ªlikely running for cover just like he was. He observed the blobs from afar. Some had tendrils, tentacles, and even hands, which they used to kill the smaller ones. Others simply walked into those of lesser width and height, absorbing them on contact. A dark thought crossed his mind. Kill, eat, devour, consume. Viktorian lunged at the little slime in front of him, pressing his weight on top of the poor creature and slowly starting to consume it. It struggled as it was being absorbed. Viktorian could taste everything and nothing¡ªthe gelatinous ooze had an oddly sweet, almost candy-like flavor, but was far too sticky. Was he wrong to think yummy? Had he ingested this much as a human, his organs would be clogged by now. As the tiny slime dissolved inside of him and he grew bigger and thicker, Viktorian¡¯s nonexistent stomach felt full. +25 EXP Level Up! [System Notification] Name: Viktorian Level: 2 Race: Slime (Baby) Class: None HP: 40/40 (¡ü20) MP: 10/10 Stamina: 16/16 Attributes: Strength: 2 ¡ú 3 Dexterity: 4 ¡ú 5 Constitution: 2 ¡ú 3 Intelligence: 1 ¡ú 2 Wisdom: 1 ¡ú 2 Charisma: 2 ¡ú 3 He should have felt joy, or awe, or maybe even amusement. Instead, he felt nothing¡ªpure emptiness. They were just numbers on a screen and although he felt stronger he was unsatisfied. This wasn¡¯t what he cared about. It wasn¡¯t fair. It wasn¡¯t fucking fair. He wanted a Harem not be consigned to a life of strife. He wanted to be around voluptuous beauties, pretty barmaids, and female knights whose boots he could even lick, while they trampled him. Not this. Not¡­ slime stuff. Before he could spiral into despair, another screen popped up. ? Slime Tendril (Lv 1) Unleash a swift, elongated tendril of viscous flesh to pierce enemies with precision. Flexible yet razor-sharp, it extends from your body, striking foes with deadly accuracy. ¡°Slime tendril? What in the tarnation?¡± Viktorian summoned the tendril. It shot out of him like a jet. It still wasn¡¯t the same as the tentacles the big ones had. [Good, you are growing. Good. I suggest you get some sleep.] ¡°Sleep? How can I sleep in this mess? Voice, look around.¡± Viktorian stared at the chaos, disappointed. The voice did not comment. Instead, he summoned the tendril again, playing with it a bit. A strange sensation filled him when he touched a rock. He could feel the rock¡¯s texture¡ªbut he felt it all the way to the end of his body. He could taste the rock, feel it¡¯s weight all form a single touch. A realization struck him. He may have lost Johnson¡­ but he had Tendrilson right here. His mind raced. Lewd thoughts. Ideas. Maybe this wasn¡¯t so bad after all. Viktorian crept back into the crevice, waiting for the commotion to die down. Then he would decide if being is a slime was worth living for. He his goggly eyes closed. 3 – A deal with a goddess? [Hey! Wake up!] Viktorian was deep in a slumbering state, his gooey form juggled in his sleep, wiggling as he stirred his slimy body. His mind wandered¡ªhe was dreaming. A mixture of fantasy and desires, unattainable to him. He was back home, seated on his computer. The ghost girl was next to him, staring at him, watching. Her blue face gawking open mouth as she watched him, game mindlessly. They stared at each other. Just waiting. A game was on¡ªsomething, a shooter of sorts. The menu was stuck on a loading screen, but he bore it. The phantom approached him, her eyes haunting, like an evil succubus, she took control of his body. He shook, unable to move, sleep paralysis. What did she want him? Why did she haunt him, of all people? Why? [Hey! Slimeboy! Wake up!] Viktorian stirred. His thoughts shifted. The ghost was gone, he was elsewhere. He dreamt of soft cushions, cozy and comfy. His cushion had pale white skin and a pinkish puffy dot at its middle bits. It was squeezable and comfy. The cushion jiggled, and so too did Viktorian as he waked himself.. [WAKE UP!] Viktorian bounced off teh ground. Eyes fluttering open. Staring at the darkness in front of him, he couldn¡¯t blink, but he stared twice over at his surroundings. He shivered. It really wasn¡¯t a dream. He really was transported to another world. He was still hiding in that little crevice. He heard someone shouting¡ªa voice. No. The voice. He was stuck here¡ªthe fantastical equivalent of an oversized booger. His future choices were sparse, but he needed to find a way to get a human body, at least if it was possible. The one good thing was that he was still himself. He still had his intact mind. It meant he could plan and think. A normal slime seemed mindless in comparison. Speaking of slimes, very few were near the little dark crevice he had slipped into. He peered his gelatinous body outside, staring for hostiles, then waiting. ¡°Voice...? Voice! Who are you? Where are you?¡± [I¡¯m right here.] where?! Then a vision clouded his eyes. He was in an empty white space, much like the void, except it was white instead of pitch black nothingness. Though he had no hands or legs, he could see himself just fine. The voice, disembodied before, spoke again¡ªthis time with command and regal beauty. The voice had a body and appeared before him. Her skin was flawless, glowing in the dark, her curves divine from chest to bosom. She was covered in a nightrobe, on which seemed to contain literal stars or star like things. He quivered purely from being in her presence. Who was she? ¡°Are you awake, slime boy? I have a quest for you.¡± She loomed closer and pointed her open palm at him. The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. She was beautiful, her fiery hair was like the sun. [I am the goddess of Reincarnation, and you have been duped by your own stupidity no less.] ¡°Huh?¡± [Don¡¯t huh me, listen, understand and follow my commands mortal.] ¡°If you¡¯re the goddess of reincarnation, then who sent me here.¡± [A imposter, a usurper, my enemy, a bitch.] Yikes. Looks like he spawned right into divine drama. [Now, listen to me] Viktorian¡¯s mind raced. He had just been transported into the body of a slime. By listening to a snary goddess. Goddess why would he listen to another one? [Because I saved your life, and that means you owe me a debt. You¡¯d have end being cannibalized by your new kind.] True. But it was a debt he didn¡¯t sign up for. [Ignore your tomfoolery. A sword resides at the upper base of the mountain. I want you to retrieve it.] ¡°A sword.¡± [A wholly, onto which I was sealed. Free me and I will bless with an eternity of pleasure and leisure, anything you could imagine.] There were so many things he wanted. But he wasn¡¯t a fool. If something sounded too good to be true. It probably is. Why did he have to give in to her whims? Trust goes both ways. ¡°And if I refuse?¡± [Consider my assistance null and void.] Viktorian pondered what might be the best choice. He may as well help her¡ªagain, she did save him from death. Though even that claim was dubious, that massive gust of wind, could have been a natural disaster, or even another reincarnatee as far as he was concerned. ¡°Alright, this sword?¡± he asked her. ¡°I get to it, then what? What do I get?¡± [Anything you could desire. I am no ordinary goddess. I was sealed here, shut by people who understand no part of it.] He needed an incentive to do the work. Even as a slime, he was a lazy bum. [You''re a lecherous character, I can see it in your soul. Do you wish to own your own harem, little slime?] His interest was piqued. Would that be possible as a monster? [What if you could be a man again?] The vision disappeared and he found himself back in reality. He stood up in the crevice, a little too hard. The stone walls around him shook. The little slimes in the surrounding area stirred. Oops. [Now you have to leave, may as well listen.] He had tendrils now, he could keep hunkering down, if they came to disturb him. [They would overwhelm you eventually. To grow and level properly, you need to sleep and rest. You¡¯d be choosing death. Leave the crevice, and move through these hallowed out chambers, the sword shouldn¡¯t be far.] Viktorian peered at up at where she had pointed. There, what appeared to be three stories high on the opposite end of the mountain. This goddess had left him with a temporary purpose. It was worth a try, if it meant the reward outweigh the risks. Viktorian left the dark spot, and had started slithering towards the sword, baring most of the way. The sword was actually in view, just hidden by a tall grass brush. He needed only to get there. It should be easy¡ªperhaps he had been blessed after all. Using his tendril as a tool, Viktorian wiggled and bounced and shuffled forward. Little slumbering slimes stood inactive in the afternoon but said no word. Viktorian would not let this opportunity pass. He jumped at two of them, slamming one into the ground and then baring it. knocked a slumbering slime over, slowly piercing it with his tentacle.. He slammed one. [+ 24 Exp ] Stabbed the next one. [+ 80 Exp] No level up? Did every level exponentially scale? Regardless. There wasn¡¯t time to absorb, he needed to be nimble, he moved on. Viktorian pressed onwards, then reached a broken land bridge¡ªor rather, a makeshift one, half destroyed. How the hell was he going to get across? [Slimes are like stretchy rubber. Try moving your clusters of parts] Wait, can I manipulate myself and make myself a bridge? He wondered. In some way, he was like a little rubber band. Oh, well, he¡¯d just have to test it. He imagined himself stretching himself apart. He elongated and then wiggled into the gap. As he peered below, his heart sank. Horror overtook him. The drop-down below was far away¡ªit could be fatal if he fell. Every moment spent in the editor was loopy. Viktorian crossed it halfway, his other half stuck behind. He almost lost balance¡ªslipping, wobbling. However, he pushed forward, clamping himself to dirt pockets on the other side of the gap. Shifted his gelatinous mass to move upwards. He reached it. Staring up. The sword loomed ever closer, and hopefully an escape out of this nightmare. The voice giggled in his head. As he stood there on the precipice. She had better not be scheming.