《Re: White Slime Knight》 Chapter 1: Failed Summoning It was after the Benevolent Entities foretold of a great cataclysmic evil that all the races of the world Troria performed the hero summoning. Every Kingdom so far was successful and at last it was the Human Kingdom that had to perform the summoning. Hero summoning is not a simple process. The summoning was held at the Grand Church in the Human Capital of Ashwood. It was selected due to it having the highest concentration of Divine Mana that made hero summoning easier. They also had access to the mana crystal vein underneath the Capital. Unlike the other races, both had yet to be drained for the summoning. Lastly the summoning circle drawn by a Benevolent was operated by the strongest mages from each race. This is why each kingdom had to take turns. Sitting on his throne was King Leon Elmheard with a scowl on his face. Why did he show such an emotion so openly? It was the man standing next to him. Leon had never met with a man as happy as the Human Pope of the benevolent beings. The man was quite probably the very embodiment of good. ¡®Such a man should not exist¡¯ and yet there was a cheerful fat man smiling next to him. Somehow the pope was bathed in light and surrounded by flowers. ¡®Is this an illusion?¡¯ the King thought straining his eyes. ¡°Sariel there is an unknown evil brewing and you are smiling.¡± The king immediately regretted addressing the Pope. Sariel¡¯s smile widened and somehow his aura intensified. ¡°Your Majesty, I am merely glad to have the opportunity to make acquaintance with a hero during my life time.¡± ¡°Fair enough¡± The King ended the conversation quickly. ¡®Such a man should not exist¡¯ he repeated. Leon was a cynical man, he had to be, as he was the king and was always deep in political strife. That said, no matter how hard he tried he could not find one shred of evidence, not one fault in the Pope and that bothered him. A lot. It was at this point that the Human Court Mage Elelron approached. ¡°Highness the preparations are finished and we can now start the summoning.¡± ¡°Begin.¡± It was his time to shine. Leon projected a king¡¯s aura suitable for his position. He put extra effort into it so he could not be out done by the Pope. The summoning proceeded with flashing lights and rainbow lightning. Nothing too special, he had seen flashier spells. In the centre of the magic circle a humanoid figure of the hero could be seen covered in light. ¡®Well this is taking some time. Guess I can relax for a while.¡¯ Leon decided to review the information that the Court Mage Elelron lectured to him about. ¡°Hero summoning is rare. So rare in fact that in the last one thousand years it has only been used five times. It¡¯s only used during cataclysmic events. The only other reason it hasn¡¯t been exploited is because only Benevolent Beings are capable of drawing the magic circle for it. Past imitations have failed because of its complexity.¡± Stolen story; please report. ¡°Your Majesty, a warning, heroes are heroes for a reason. If they deem you unworthy or you do not convince them to save the world they will become almost unpredictable and rebel. This was seen in the fourth generation of heroes when the dwarfen race enslaved their hero to harvest the most dangerous and precious of materials. Eventually the hero grew strong enough to break out of the magical enslavement and caused chaos within the kingdom. The dwarfs took a century to recover from that event.¡± ¡°The hero summoning summons the ¡®recently dead¡¯. So you do not have to worry about being accused of kidnapping as that issue was solved with the second generation. Also it is likely that the hero will be confused so please reassure them.¡± Leon¡¯s mind echoed Elelron¡¯s boring lecture. Gasp! ¡®Ah I missed something.¡¯ In the centre of the summoning circle there was a puddle of white sludge. The King assumed the worst. ¡°Elelron report.¡± Leon ordered the unconscious mage. ¡°¡­¡± Luckily the orc shaman answered instead ¡°We failed! When the Divine Mana ran out the required mana rose to insane amounts. We could not channel that amount!¡± About half of the strongest mages in the world had collapsed. One was even foaming at the mouth with the white of his eyes showing. A priestess was attending him. ¡®So I can count my court mage out for a week.¡¯ ¡°How much mana is left in the crystal vein?¡± ¡°About half sir!¡± ¡®Good, at least we are left with something to work with.¡¯ The world would count one less hero to save it. In the grand scheme of things it was a significant loss with huge costs. ¡®What am I going to do?¡¯ There were a number of things he could think of immediately. It would be hard on his people more than what it would have been even with the hero. However the humans had their share to contribute to the effort. They could not run away from this responsibility as the calamity involved them too. The King¡¯s fingers dug into the bridge of his nose. ¡®Today is a bad day.¡¯ He then turned his head towards the Pope whose expression was close to crying. ¡®I take it back, today is a good day hehehe.¡¯ --------------- There is a lot of research before I start writing the next chapter... sigh. Then there are the tables (I FEEL YOUR PAIN FELLOW RRL WRITERS!). Then I have to think of a way to introduce the mc, the world and his initial start without info dumping all the time.... sigh. YEP don''t expect frequent updates. That said: Hello every one! :D Chapter 2: The Slime Reflects! Chapter 2: The Slime reflects! The Scavengers Yard was more of a garbage field where people¡¯s undesirables went. If you were to scavenge from it you would get scraps and rarely find something worthwhile. But only the poor or the homeless would enter this place. Why would not anyone else go to this ¡®treasure¡¯ filled place? It was dangerous. It had monsters. They are not the dangerous kind of monsters but the kind that ¡®takes everything valuable¡¯ kind. What made the place dangerous were the giant piles of garbage waiting to topple over. There was also the stench. The stench in some places got so bad that people literally died from exposure. The lucky ones suffer from health issues. It was nothing that magic cannot solve but those who had such powers earnt more with actual jobs. Healing the poor cannot afford. However there was a strange sight to be held in this place. Two males walked amongst the towers of garbage. One was a keeper of the Scavengers Yard and the other was a boy hauling a bucket of white sludge. ¡°Why don¡¯t we chuck this onto that garbage back there?¡± ¡°Y¡¯all don¡¯t want to beh going near those piles boy; they¡¯ll collapse and I don¡¯t wanna fish out your corpse.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± The orphan boy working in the church was tasked with cleaning up the waste the failed summoning made. ¡®Why do I have to clean up and come to this¡­ ugh this place reeks!¡¯ Surprisingly the white mess was easy to clean up. All the boy had to do was pick it up and put in in a bucket. He did not have to clean his hands afterward. If anything they were cleaner after he had handled the waste. ¡°Boy, let me guess, did a Miss try to make a meal? Made that white mush that even dogs won¡¯t eat?¡± ¡°Nope Mister! Today the church tried to do a hero summoning! Then plob! This white stuff came out!¡± ¡°White stuff¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± ¡°uhhh It¡¯s nothing, just thinking about some adult stuff.¡± ¡°OH! Tell me sir. What kind of adult stuff?!¡± ¡°Yer too young to be knowing ¡®bout that kid!¡± It was not long until they found a good spot to dump the sludge. The white stuff slowly drained to the bottom of the pile. ------------------------------ There was nothing but myself in the dark void. I already knew I was dead so I could not help but think that I was awaiting judgment. I waited for some angel, demon or God himself to pass me onto heaven or hell. I waited a long time. Well there was no sun or clock so I didn¡¯t know how much time had passed. ¡°¡­¡± There must be a huge queue before me, yeah, hundreds of people die every day so the queue must be very long and I must be at the end of it. So while I¡¯m waiting I may as well reflect on my life so far. Let¡¯s see... I¡¯m 26 years old, single, unemployed, depressed and I destroyed an entire criminal organisation within a month. I guess that¡¯s a summary of my life. I look around and see that there are no divine beings, golden gates or flame pits. Better continue occupying myself. I graduated from high school ranked slightly below average. Somehow got accepted into a university diploma course and graduated. Then a global financial crisis akin to the great depression occurred. As you could imagine there were no jobs to be found. Long lines of people looking for work. Even well educated people like me forced to beg and sometimes cheat for paid work. I played fairly waiting hours for an interview. Never got a job though. The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. Yep I¡¯m used to long queues. I¡¯m still alone in this void. I was the victim of some of the worse of actions humanity is capable of. Let¡¯s just say I¡¯m lucky to live in Australia and that I pity the US for their gun laws. Half of my ¡®friends¡¯ used me for their own benefit but the other half I consider lifelong friends. I am truly thankful for their company. During this period my parents passed on and left me a small inheritance. I had half expected to be robbed of what was left for me so I found it funny when I found out that society still worked. This money kept me afloat during the rest of my life as I was depressed, unemployed and single. At that point of my life I really wanted to love and be loved. I thought in such a way that it was almost as if survival was the least of my concerns. These thoughts heavily influenced what I did for the next month. The highlight of my life started when I saw a woman being mugged in an alleyway, a common sight these days. The lady was average in looks and I was desperate ¡®Maybe she¡¯ll date me if I save her¡¯ were my thoughts. Unfortunately the man who was mugging her was part of a mafia group that dominated the city. After I had beaten him up the police explained why they couldn¡¯t touch him, Due to my actions I had a price on my head and worse of all: I forgot to get that woman¡¯s number! ¡®Well if I¡¯m going out, I might as well go out with a bang.¡¯ I decided to ambush a mafia member to obtain his gun and torture him for information. I then proceeded to bore a hole right into the mafia¡¯s hierarchy and finally reached the god father of the group. How the heck did I manage to survive up to this point? It was pure luck. No matter how insane my subsequent actions were and no matter how many bullets flew through the air I never got hit once. I was a living breathing modern day Rambo. The media called me the Masked Head Hunter because all of my enemies were shot in the head. I remember somehow hitting a guy from one hundred metres away with a pistol. I wore a cowboy hat and a cloth mask. Yeah I lived a bloody insane existence but no matter how lucky I was I could not survive a rocket to the face. Talk about overkill, the god father had a RPG launcher meant for vehicles. Since it was me he was facing I guess I can understand his precautions. So my life ended that day but I managed to take him with me. Hehe I still wish I had gotten that lady¡¯s phone number. This darkness is beginning to get on my nerves and no one has appeared yet. Should I recall my life since childhood? No that would be boring. I know, let¡¯s try calling out to someone! ¡°Is anyone there!? Where am I!? I¡¯m sick and tired of waiting I need some answers!!!¡± It looks like my patience has run out. So much for bragging about waiting in long queues. Suddenly a blue box appeared in front of me. ----------------------- A cliff hanger so soon!? dun dun duuunnn dark days are ahead. I had intended to get this chapter out yesterday but I had to see my Father out as he went on a holiday. Oh and I became addicted to this piece of music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCcyVuSvWEw I just realised that I forgot to review this chapter... arg my broken English skills are showing! I must edit this later. Chapter 3: Im A Slime? A holographic blue box appears in front of me. It looks futuristic and cool but it¡¯s encompasses my entire vision which is very obtrusive.
Guide to Yourself, Life and the World Around you Writen by Unknown Welcome to your new life in the world of Troria!!! This is a world of swords, magic, dragons and royalty! But don¡¯t rejoice yet, unlike Earth, you are completely unfamiliar with this new world and how it works. Not knowing anything in a dangerous world will get you killed. That is why this Guide System was made to inform newly reincarnated or transported persons about their new environment. The Guide System will automatically unlock information as you need it. Keep in mind that this guide contains limited knowledge. Beginner¡¯s knowledge set has been unlocked! - About yourself - The Slime race
What? I¡¯m in another world? Does this mean that I¡¯ve been reincarnated? Am I in somebody¡¯s womb?! Oh shit, I am so confused right now. Ok calm down, what¡¯s this ¡®about yourself¡¯?
These are commands that you can use to learn more about yourself: Think or say aloud ¡®Open Status¡¯, ¡®Open Skills¡¯, ¡®Open Inventory¡¯, ¡®Open Options¡¯.
Is this a game? I hope this world isn¡¯t like a game, seriously the grinding required on Earth was bad enough. I say ¡°Open Status.¡±
caution: for balance reasons your luck stat has been reduced by Unknown
Names:White Stuff
Races:Holy Slime (Rank 6)
Cell Quality:1Mana:110/110
Cell Count*:1000Nucleus Health:12/12
Condition:
Attributes:
Strength1Intelligence100
Dexterity1Wisdom55
Constitution1Luck44
So I reincarnated as a holy slime whose appearance is apparently ¡®white¡¯. I have no idea what slimes are but I guess that¡¯s what the ¡®The Slime Race¡¯ information sheet is for¡­ Reduced luck, so that may explain why I was not hit by any bullets. If I were so lucky why did I live such a poor life and was single? Meh.
The Sime Race
A creature classified as a monster. Its body is made up of a gelatinous liquid. More powerful or semi-intelligent slimes have a nucleus which can kill the slime if destroyed. They survive by consuming the mana present in the air. However, to grow stronger they must consume physical objects preferably living organisms. Slimes eventually reach a state of ¡®critical mass.¡¯ This is where the surrounding mana in the air cannot replenish fast enough to meet the slimes needs for survival. This is why slimes split, their main method for birthing more slimes. Other methods of survival are to eat more food to replenish the mana they lose or move to a more mana rich location.
So I¡¯m some kind of jelly? I wonder if I¡¯m tasty hmmmm well to other monsters I probably am. I sigh at these revelations. In a state of disbelief I cannot really believe that I¡¯m living in a game-like world. A part of me wishes that this new world is completely alien and I hope that I do not encounter any rabbits. Holy hand grenades are in short supply after all. I mean that since I¡¯m still stuck inside of this void. There is no sense of sight, touch, smell, sound or the movement of my body, nothing. But I guess I¡¯m about to be born or something. So I¡¯m going to be prepared before that happens! ¡°Open Skills!¡±
Skills:
Analyse, Active. Level 1.Perception, Passive.
Class: Cell Manipulation, Active. Level 1.Class: Mana Manipulation, Active. Level 1.
Class: Cell Crafting, Active. Level 1.Light Magic, Active. Level 1.
Spells:
Traits:
Racial: EarthlingRacial: Holy SlimeBlessing: Unknown
LearnerBio HazardOmni Nucleus Link
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Skill: Analyse, Active. Level 1.
An upgraded version of Identify. Analyse gives detailed information. Focus on something to use. You can Identify anything. You can only Analyse ranks equal to the level of this skill. It is hard to level up this skill.
Skill: Perception, Passive.
Intelligence and Wisdom now affects your awareness.
Class Skill: Cell Manipulation, Active. Level 1.
Allows control over your cells and their functions. Unlocked: Matter and Mana Consumption. Locked: Movement (3), Nucleus split (4), Cell Transformation (5), Monitoring Cells (6), Cell Energy Transfer (8), Cell Transfer (10)
Class Skill: Mana Manipulation, Active. Level 1.
Can sense, see and manipulate mana with your will. It is very hard to level up this skill. Unlocked: Mana Sight (1). Locked: Magic Observation (5), Magic Hack (10)
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Class Skill: Cell Crafting, Active. Level 1.
Use the UI to craft items or bodies using cells, mana and/or raw materials from your inventory. Requires time to craft depending on the rank of the Item. Variety of creatable items and bodies requires blueprints. Blueprints can be created by consuming materials, items and bodies. Can only craft ranks equal to the level of this skill. Can only craft one item at a time. It¡¯s hard to level up this skill.
Skill: Light Magic, Active. Rank 4, Level 1.
Affects efficiency and strength of light magic spells. Mana Cost Reduction and Spell amplification per level: Spell Rank 1: -/+ 8% (-/+8%), Rank 2: -/+ 5% (-/+5%), Rank 3: -/+ 3% (-/+ 3%), Rank 4: -/+ 1% (-/+ 1%), Rank 5-10 full cost.
Trait: Earthling
You were a resident of the world Earth! Because of your origins you mysteriously have a unique trait! You now have the Advanced UI System, Inventory, and Map. Note that the nature of the UI system changes depending on the nature of the dimension you are currently in.
Trait: Racial: Holy Slime
You are more adaptable! Because of that you gain resistances more easily than most other races. You are made of slime! You have Cell Quality, Cell Count and Nucleus Health. Racial alignment to good, +10% luck.
Trait: Blessing: Unknown
You are blessed by an unknown entity outside of this dimension. + 30 luck
Trait: Learner.
You obtain and improve skills, gain Intelligence, gain Wisdom and learn more easily.
Trait: Bio Hazard.
You are an incredibly dangerous organism capable of mass destruction. You can have multiple race classifications. Requirements to evolve are reduced.
Trait: Omni Nucleus Link
All Nuclei split from you are connected and controlled by you no matter the distance.
Phew that¡¯s a lot of information. My eye balls feel like they are spinning! This is going to take a while to understand¡­ ----------------------------------- That took awhile to make, Thank whoever for the new table creation kit!!! *bows till his hips break* Keep in kind that the protagonist thinks he has been reincarnated and not the result of a failed summoning. I doubt he will ever find out... I feel as though the status box needs more and I have no idea how that [/ appeared before cell crafting Also "If I were so lucky why did I live such a poor life and was single?" this is significant because hehehee. --------------------- I would like some criticism on this chapter and the last. The reason I''m asking is because I think my writing on the protagonists narrative is too... let''s say jaggard. I almost think I''m not expanding on what his thoughts are. That my writing is just a bunch of dot points. So that''s why I ask for the readers opinion. Chapter 4: Being a slime puddle. I spent a couple of hours analysing and making assumptions about my new situation. The first most important thing to remember is that I no longer have the ¡®luck¡¯ that I had to dodge bullets. So taking on mighty foes is a big no no. The abilities this system says I have are kind of cool. For Example, that ¡®Cell Crafting¡¯ skill sounds as over powered as the destructive cuteness of a new born baby! What I mean is that I could craft anything I want as long as I have the blue print for it. But I have a feeling that such a skill is about as expensive as it is powerful. There is also the ¡®Mana Manipulation¡¯ Skill I have. The ¡®Help: Slime Race¡¯ description said that my species survives on mana. So if I develop the skill I may be able to manipulate mana to increase my survivability. I have no idea how to manipulate mana right now but I do know I am capable of it. I believe the sub-skill ¡®Mana Sight¡¯ will help me understand mana itself. ¡®Activate Mana Sight!¡¯ My mind was immediately met with the sight of blue hues. What I saw was indiscernible and overwhelming for an hour before my mind understood what it was looking at. Below me was a very pale blue, uniform in mana density and it reminded me of the ground. Above me there were many objects with different shapes and different shades of blue mana, are they clouds? Around me was an even more pale cloud of mana. It filled the gaps in between the objects above me, so I immediately associated that with air. This air was also being absorbed into my body. When I say body, I mean a puddle of blue within the mana sight. I was a puddle, A PUDDLE. If this was a RPG game and I am a slime then I expect to be a bun shaped mass of slime! It¡¯s no surprise that the world seems to disagree with my assumptions. Seems whatever gave birth to me has long run off, so no answers coming from that source. Heck, I wouldn¡¯t be surprised if I¡¯m just a random slime trail that the slime split off on passing. Kind of like a snail. Split properly dang¡¯it! After I calmed down my next action was to attempt to move but to further my frustration I am met with:
to take this action you require Cell manipulation level 3 to use the sub-skill ¡®movement¡¯
I want to shoot my foot but I don¡¯t have one. I am frustrated. I need ¡®movement¡¯ to make use of the sub-skill ¡®Matter and Mana Consumption¡¯. Mana consumption only lets me survive. It is matter consumption that will let me grow. Means nothing if I can¡¯t find anything to eat. I spent an hour trying to think of a roundabout way to get a food source. I did try to eat the ground beneath me but I found that I could not. Don¡¯t know why I could not, it is considered matter. To me that is. I also used ¡®analyse¡¯ on myself.
Identity: A messy puddle of ¡®White Stuff¡­¡¯ Cannot analyse.
The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. How humorous. I then noticed that the clouds above me have not moved. Why? Because they were not clouds, those indiscernible objects were actually edible objects just sitting on top of me. This realisation really made me want to face palm but I did not have a face. Also, how convenient. Anyway that¡¯s my food shortage problem solved for the time being. Before I start eating I better try something first. ¡®Open Options!¡¯
Options
¡®Open Inventory¡¯ ¡®Open Map¡¯ ¡®Open Cell Crafting¡¯ ¡®Open Calendar¡¯ ¡®Create Miscellaneous Option¡¯
Apparently the Advanced User Interface can create new features tailored to my needs. Sweet! It requires me to propose a system option then it notifies me whether or not it is possible. I know this because I tried to make a ¡®save point¡¯ option. ¡®Create Miscellaneous Option¡¯ I have two ideas in mind. The first is a ¡®Stocktake Loot¡¯ menu that creates a comprehensive list of items outside of my inventory with extra options to prevent cluttering. The system notifies me that it was successfully made due to me having the ¡®Open Map¡¯ option and the skill ¡®Analyse¡¯. The second was an option called ¡®Pass Time¡¯. It cuts my perception of time into a menu that summarises what I have done during that time. It is a very limited option that is very similar to hibernation. It requires me to input a proposed set of actions and is also tied in with ¡®Stocktake Loot¡¯ and ¡®Mana Sight¡¯. The system warns me that opportunities can be missed out on if ¡®Pass Time¡¯ is used. I will not use this option under normal circumstances but I doubt there are many opportunities to take advantage of since I am a puddle of slime. I begin to relax after a very stressful and frustrating period of thinking and planning. There is still much more to go on with but at least I can relax and pass time leisurely now. I really want to shoot a criminal in the head right about now but patience is a virtue. ----------------------------- I''m a really lazy man, so here is about 880 words for you guys after how long? I also want to get to the action/culture discovering/adventuring part of the story but setting this up takes priority. *cries* If any of you have any complaints about the ''pass time'' option then I''ll tell you that it is a plot device to prevent the MC from growing more insane than he already is. I mean he has killed an unspeakable number of mafia gangsters. That has to put a dent in someones mentality. Don''t worry he will not be able to exploit this skill, there will be no automatic grinding to level a skill (except Cell Crafting, that is already automatic), I''ve limited it to a hibernation-like state where he can only eat. It''s a great tool for passing time in prison but I can''t think of any other use for it. Chapter 5: The Longest Meal I find it strange when I experience two emotions at once, especially two conflicting emotions if that is even possible. On one hand, I am bored out of my mind since I currently possess an unmovable body. The only thing stimulating my mind is this low resolution blue vision and my own delusional mind. On the other hand, I¡¯m excited at the prospect of being able to move and do stuff! But I¡¯ll have to settle with eating the mystery that is on top of me. A mystery no more ¡®Open Stocktake Loot!¡¯ Well what did I expect? So far being flooded with information has been a staple of this ¡®Advanced UI System¡¯. I immediately get another headache as I tweak the options present, limiting the search area to the mystery directly on top of me and summarising the objects into categories. I am left with:
Stocktake Loot:
+ Wood
  • Chairs (broken) (rotting)
  • Tables (broken) (rotting)
  • Miscellaneous (rotting)
+ Stone
  • Slabs (broken)
  • Statues (broken) (ugly)
  • Miscellaneous
+ Clay
  • Pots (broken)
  • Statues (broken) (ugly)
  • Miscellaneous
+ Organic
  • Organic corpses (rotten)
  • Organic mush (rotten)
  • Organic liquid (rotten)
+ Currency
  • 3 Copper Coins
My first thought was ¡®Oh it¡¯s a junk yard¡¯ and I was about to eat it¡­ I soon discovered that I had no sense of taste... no, not in that sense. I¡¯ll rephrase: I literally had no taste buds to taste with. This means I may never be able to taste for the rest of my life. The future looks bleak. I also eat slowly. I assume the speed at which I eat is directly linked to cell manipulation. That will change in time, perhaps at max level I would be so acidic that anything I touch vaporises? Hehehe, That would be cool. Now, before I take a look at the ¡®pass time¡¯ option I better understand this world¡¯s dating system. This is where ¡®Open Calendar¡¯ is valuable. Oh this is simple! Appears one year in this world is 402 days. One year is divided into four seasons. That is summer, autumn, winter and spring. Summer and winter have 100 days while autumn and spring have 101 days. I guess I¡¯ll have to change my way of thinking from months to seasons. The calendar does not tell me how many hours are there in a day but it does have a handy note taking system for scheduling purposes. I set ¡®Pass Time¡¯ to divide time into days and summarise the outcome of each days. I propose to eat the pile of junk on top of me which is accepted by ¡®pass time¡¯. I then set it to eat only the pile in such a way that the pile does not collapse. To only eat the pile of junk until it reaches a height of two metres, to help avoid suspicion in case there are people. Finally to notify me of new items in the pile so I can choose what to eat and what to put into my inventory. I obviously choose to put the three coppers in my inventory; when it reaches me on the bottom in 5 days. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. I expand the organic list of items. I see most of it is mush and liquid that has settled on the bottom of the pile and on top of me. The rest is rotten fruit, vegetables and five rat corpses. Rats, huh, I guess they are eating off the rubbish here. I wonder how exactly eating matter will help me. The slime description only said that consuming physical objects makes slimes like me stronger. So I¡¯ll make a comparison with my current status.
Names:White Stuff
Races:Holy Slime (Rank 6)
Cell Quality:1Mana:110/110
Cell Count*:1000Nucleus Health:12/12
Condition:
Attributes:
Strength1Intelligence100
Dexterity1Wisdom55
Constitution1Luck44
Pass Time ¨C 22nd Summer day ¨C day 1
Consumed Organic x400
  • Organic mush x170*2 mana = 340 value
  • Organic liquid x230*1 mana = 230 value
Consumed Stone miscellaneous x13
  • Pebble x13*2.2 mana = 28.6 value
Consumed Clay miscellaneous x27
  • Clay Fragment x27*1.8 mana = 48.6 value
Total = 647.2 value. Successfully gained 647 cells! Cell Manipulation level 1 has increased to level 2!
(A/N: These are really ambiguous values so you cannot really trust them. Especially since this is a fantasy. Example: a random pebble could turn out to be a philosopher¡¯s stone or a piece of a powerful stone monster.) Oh, I almost doubled the number of cells I originally had. Maybe this will not be as difficult as I first thought, although I may regret thinking that.
Names:White Stuff
Races:Holy Slime (Rank 6)
Cell Quality:1Mana:116.47/116.47
Cell Count*:1647Nucleus Health:12.65/12.65
Condition:
Attributes:
Strength1Intelligence100
Dexterity1Wisdom55
Constitution1Luck44
Even though I have gained 647 cells there hasn¡¯t been much improvement in my statistics. I¡¯ve only gained 0.65 in nucleus health and 6.47 in mana, nothing else has improved. I sigh inwardly as I know it will take month¡­ I mean seasons to gain a major change in my situation. I do take note though that I¡¯ve only ate the minor items listed on the ¡®stocktake loot¡¯ option. So I hope these thoughts are immature. ----------------- Being lazy [th_084_.gif] Chapter 6: More than a Slime My Brain Nucleus has been working hard so I¡¯d say I¡¯ve done well so far but I still have a lot more work to do. So if I could crack my knuckles I would. Before I start spam clicking ¡®next day¡¯ on the ¡®pass time¡¯ option I have one more skill to check out. It¡¯s the last skill I can actively work on in my current state: Cell Crafting.
Class Skill: Cell Crafting, Active. Level 1.
Use the UI to craft items or bodies using cells, mana and/or raw materials from your inventory. Requires time to craft depending on the rank of the Item. Variety of creatable items and bodies requires blueprints. Blueprints can be created by consuming materials, items and bodies. Can only craft ranks equal to the level of this skill. Can only craft one item at a time. It¡¯s hard to level up this skill.
It¡¯s about as complicated as it sounds. From my perspective it¡¯s not a simple list of things I can craft. Cell crafting is a full designer suite with 3D modelling, density modifier, enchanting (If I know how to) and a list of materials (that I have eaten) I can choose from. It even has an in-built physics engine to test if the design works! On a minor note there¡¯s a barren blueprint section with only the materials I¡¯ve eaten so far. Wood rank 1, ceramic clay rank 1 and stone rank 1. Organic mush and liquid are not included for how useless it is. How underwhelming right? Oh, there is one more minor blueprint. It is a one-time-use blueprint for a High-Human body. Wait, WHAT!?
Cell Craft: High-Human body. One-time-use blueprint.
Constructs a High-Human body with a nucleus. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. High-Humans are superior to their regular human counter parts on a physical and magical level. Their bodies improve at a higher rate and they have higher potential limits. Normally considered a rank 5 body, level requirements have been waivered for this blueprint.
Construction options:
  • 2,000,000 cells and 1,000,000,000 mana over a one year period. Construction time: one year.
  • 500,000 cells, 15 kg of bones, 100 kilograms of organic flesh and 10,000 mana over a one year period. Construction time: one year.
The first option sounds to be near impossible to achieve but the second makes it possible. Soon I will be more than a slime; I can be both slime and human! The possibilities stretch far! I can only hope that I will not be the only human otherwise this would truly be an alien world. I propose an addition to my current ¡®pass time¡¯ settings. To spread to other piles of junk as I grow in size. To avoid detection in between piles I would eat through the ground. I think I forgot that I cannot eat dirt but apparently ¡®Cell manipulation level 2¡¯ allows me to do so. Hehe my puddle days will soon be over. In one year¡¯s time I will be human again and I will unleash my wrath upon the mafi- I mean peacefully explore this fantasy world! With that thought I start to spam the ¡®next day¡¯ button. ------------------------- short 500 word chapter, I am going overseas for about 15 days, so expect another chapter in 20 days. [th_113_.gif] Chapter 7: Intermission A scaping sound could be heard in a dark murky room. In this dark murky room was a man, an old and bearded man. Leon Elmheard the human king was this man, a husk of what he once was. Enslaved to a desk only to conjure miracles and sign approval letters. Only stopping to dip his pen into the ink well¡­ Time was precious to the king Leon Elmheard, this was especially true after the failed hero summoning two years ago. He had not the time for bare luxuries such as bathing but somehow he still had time to attend court. He just made sure no one got close enough to smell him. His children were at the age where they did not ask for hugs anymore so he could afford to remain unbathed. The reason for his inadequate living conditions was because the human kingdom had its share of war effort to contribute to combating the upcoming threat. They had no single hero to throw half of their money and attention towards strengthening. Instead the humans had to direct their resources towards readying the entire kingdom to war. It can be argued that having no hero to waste away an entire decade¡¯s worth of gold on is cheaper than building up larger armies and improving the nation¡¯s fortifications. It is, but the biggest drain is the man hours. Enlisting personal for the army, construction workers, specialists, trainers, lodging, administration, maintenance and the list goes on. Then there is the burden on planners and politicians. Both roles have taken the hardship of quickly organising and arranging things so that everything progresses smoothly. King Leon was both a planner and a politician. The role of a king took its toll. Even though things were tough and the cataclysmic event was upon them, he was thankful that time was on their side. ¡°¡­ and that¡¯s why it is believed that the enemy is producing quality over quantity in terms of military might.¡± said the Court Mage Elelron. ¡®Damn, I spaced out again,¡¯ ¡°Thank you for the information Elelron,¡± ¡®Just ignore him and keep writing, he should understand that I do not want to be interrupted.¡¯ ¡°Should I get the queen?¡± The dreaded scaping sound stops. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°You¡¯re exhausted and I do not think you were listening to my conjecture on how long we have before the cataclysm makes a move.¡± ¡°I was listening¡­¡± ¡°Then may I ask, how long do we think we have until the enemy comes?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Thought so, it¡¯s anywhere from ten to twenty years. Before I call for the queen I¡¯ll make this remark. Your political wit has dulled in here.¡± At this comment the king suddenly had a moment of clarity; splurged on by the insult he kept a stoic face while thinking: ¡®!!! He¡¯s calling me a smeg head! Curse you, I hope you live long enough to become an old man like me! Dang! I cannot appear before her without bathing first and a new change of clothes.¡¯ ¡°You are dismissed Elelron.¡± ¡°That¡¯s better my majesty¡± Elelron left with a bow. ----------------------------------------------------- In a remote forest three figures could be found beating the living heck out of a slime monster. (No, the slime monster is not the main character.) All three were women and each belonged to a different race. The elf was a tall, blonde, busty beauty who gave off a graceful impression. She wore a modest white one-piece dress that was sadly spoiled by some green slime. The elf was beating the slime with a metallic staff; it was adorned with an angel at the end which had bladed wings. ¡°Why are we doing this?¡± the elf Marry Atrix said. ¡°To release pent up frustration!¡± The nearby fairy exclaimed. Katia Johnstone was as short as fairies come. She was a metre high clad in organic leaf dress. Her wings were a radiant red. She wielded a slime covered mace twice her height which looked sinister in her little hands. If you asked anyone they would call her a violent tom-boy. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°Those stupid perverts! Uuurrgg! *smash* When we get back, raaahh! *smash* I¡¯ll make them wish they weren¡¯t born men! *smash*¡± Katia was scary indeed. Next in line was the Panther-beast Oprah Moss. Oprah¡¯s body was covered in black fur, sleek and smooth, it was great for patting. She wore black platted leather armour which had many daggers hidden in its folds, wrapped around her torso was her short bow and quiver. On any other day she would give off a composed and elegant impression but today¡­ ¡°You say it girl! I personally despise that orc for getting it up by looking alone!!!¡± Despite having black fur covering her entire face Oprah blushed at her recollection of the day before. The heroes meeting, the first to ever occur since two years ago when they all were first summoned in their respective temples. The moment the men saw Marry their hearts were already charmed. They were particularly attracted to her assets¡­ Katia and Oprah looked at Marry then themselves¡­ flat¡­ small¡­ If the unfortunate slime monster could have screamed it would have done so that day. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a white room within another dimension were half a dozen office desks each with a chair and a computer. On one of them was a disgruntled office worker. He was a benevolent¡­ yes a benevolent. He was one of the beings that many residents of the planet Troia were thankful towards. This office setting was merely a substitute made to be understandable for the puny minds of this fictions readers¡­ ah stuff it, I dislike conforming to the author¡¯s writing style (hey!). Hello my name is [censored]. You probably cannot read my name because it is a very long and incomprehensible cosmic name. I am a senior manager working for the Good Alignment Company on the Planet Troia Project! We strive to bring other cosmic beings entertainment and a sense of accomplishment with our many products. Want to watch or even play as an inhabitant of GAC¡¯s worlds? No problem! We allow paying members visit our locations in accordance with the Galactic Ethical Mortal Exploitation Policies or GEM-EP. Please take a look at our reasonably priced products and have a good day. ¡­ Now that the formalities are out of the way I¡¯ll tell you what I am doing. I am cleaning up the rookie¡¯s mess. The boy did not put in the required amount of divine mana into the human kingdom¡¯s capital temple and because of that the summoning failed. Because of the GEM-EP I cannot interfere too much. So it took me an entire day just to think up and develop a solution. Put the hero¡¯s soul into the inanimate slime the failed summoning produced and make the new body compatible with the hero¡¯s Advanced UI. Finally mess around with data values and explanations so that his existence would make some sense to anyone on the planet if they were to find out. This makes me want to sigh, I should be home playing galactic pinball with my trusty pet star monster. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Yay! I¡¯m back! Thailand was a bit boring and stinky but seeing fish skip on water, fly in the air and some playful dolphins made it worthwhile. I took a couple of days to recover from the sun burn before I started. It¡¯s too bad that the Blank Page of Doom is my nemesis so this came out late. Also I tried thinking up a joke ¡­ it started out like this but I could not think of anything funny¡­ ¡°An elf, a panther-beast and a fairy enter a bar.¡± Try to fill in the rest! Announcement: I think Im back! hello guys, after a long period of laziness and being somewhat busy I''ve decided to pick this hobby fiction up again. Anyway I tried doing the stat calculations to prepare for the next chapter''s release. Turns out that my little slime ball is about as OP as a blackhole!!! I''ll explain: my initial calculations in MS Excel were a bit ludicrous when after 100 days of absorbing garbage gave my character a figure of 2156521E+11 mana (I had no idea what that figure meant so I deemed it unacceptable). Cutting it down a bit more gave him over a million mana, I''m aiming to get it to about ten thousand mana to meet the requirements of creating that high human body without over doing it too much. uuuhhhhh the effort involved in making a somewhat sensible and logical growth rate makes me wish I had ditched status scenes from the start. The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. I guess you can see my dilemma. You may see a new chapter by tomorrow as well as a rewrite of the intermission. But if by the off chance that Ephemerality releases a new chapter for ''The Gam3'' then you will not be seeing it on Saturday. :D Peace.