Slime Immortal.

Chapter 178 Slime Fantasy Land
In his sleep, Turk felt as if he had fallen into a large, cool, bouncy slime gel.

He tried desperately to stand up, but every time he tried, the elastic gel would bounce him back with a "pop," like a poor worm that had lost control on a mushroom.

After struggling for a while, the feeling did not disappear but became more and more real. There was even a real pressure on my chest, as if there was a soft lump lying on it.

No, this isn't a dream.

Turk jolted awake from his sleep and instinctively clung tightly to the tree trunk behind him to avoid falling due to the sudden movement.

As soon as he came to his senses, he felt a heavy weight on his chest. Looking down, he saw a small, green, jelly-like thing sitting steadily on his chest, rising and falling gently with his breath.

A flicker of doubt crossed his mind, and Türk's eyes widened instantly.

"Slime... a slime?!"

In his excitement, he forgot he was still in the tree, and as a result, he and the little green creature fell off the tree, rolling around in the soft moss and mud several times, getting covered in mud and looking quite disheveled.

However, the mud covering his body couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

He searched for the slime all day yesterday without finding a trace, but when he opened his eyes this morning, it actually came to him on its own.

Is this fate arranged by Putu?

Turk carefully opened his arms, revealing the slime he was protecting in his chest. He held it up in his hands and asked, "Great son of Putu, spirit of nature, please tell your devout believer what your wish is. Turk is willing to do everything in his power to fulfill all your requests."

Looking at the mud-covered lizardman, Chen Yu saw a resemblance to Thergas in this silly boy.

The lizard people who worship Ptut seem to be quite stupid.

Realizing that he was undergoing some kind of trial, Chen Yu suddenly jumped up, and a soft, sweet voice entered his mind.

“Young lizardman, you may call me…the messenger of Pttu. Now, I have lost my way and need your help to find my way home.”

"Putu's envoy?"

Turk was taken aback at first, then his face showed an expression of "I knew it," and he was no longer surprised that the slime could talk.

After all, this is Putu's envoy, so it's reasonable for him to be able to speak.

He finally heard the specific request, breathed a long sigh of relief, and respectfully asked, "Respected messenger, where is your home? Could you give this foolish believer a little revelation?"

Chen Yu thought to himself that the "kidnapping" plan had worked, and continued to answer with a straight face: "Head west, deep into the swamp, that's my home."

“I understand!” Türk took a deep breath, his expression becoming extremely solemn, as if he were receiving a sacred mission.

"Please rest assured, envoy, I will definitely protect you and ensure your safe return home."

In his imagination, the depths of the swamp should be an even more treacherous environment, filled with turbulent magic and dangerous monsters.

But he was already prepared, so he carefully placed the slime messenger on his shoulder, gripped the simple wooden spear, and began to move westward step by step.

Because of his excessive caution, he only managed to move a few kilometers after walking for most of the day.

Chen Yu was speechless. Was this really necessary? Did they think his territory was some terrifying dragon's lair?

He couldn't help but remind him again: "Almost there, almost there, hurry up, I'm in a rush to get home for dinner."

“Yes, yes, please sit tight, Your Excellency,” Turke replied quickly, while cautiously scanning his surroundings.

He quickly flipped over a broken, rotten log, preparing to continue groping forward, when he suddenly heard a gurgling sound of bubbles coming from the mist ahead.

Normally, he would have assumed it was just bubbles rising from the swamp at the bottom.

But now, he seemed to see a dark shadow blocking his path in the fog, which immediately put him on alert, making him realize that this trial was indeed not simple.

After all, the final step of the trial could not be as simple as just sending the envoy home; the road would certainly be full of various difficulties and powerful enemies.

After mentally preparing himself, he crouched low, adopted a hunting stance, and stealthily crept forward.

The bubbling sound continued, growing clearer in his ears.

As they drew closer, the mist receded to both sides, revealing the true form of the shadowy figure.

A seemingly dazed little crocodile met his gaze, blinking its big eyes curiously, as if to say, "Two-legged creature, what are you doing sneaking around like that?"

Just a crocodile...

Before Turck could relax, his gaze fell on the little crocodile's folded wings.

A...A dragon?!

Turk's face turned deathly pale in an instant. He was so frightened that he sat down on the slippery moss, his hands trembling so much that he could barely hold the wooden spear.

Are you kidding me?
To become a shaman, the final trial is to defeat a whelp?!

How exactly did Shazak Shaman and Sister Sergash pass through back then?
Are they all hidden dragon slayers?!

Countless chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind. Although fear made his limbs tremble slightly, he gritted his teeth, suppressed the urge to turn and run away, and used the wooden spear to support himself as he stood up.

"Come on, come on! I... I'm not afraid of you!" He roared at the dragon, trying to dispel his fear with his voice.

However, the dragon seemed uninterested in his provocation and instead turned its gaze to the slime on his shoulder.

Chen Yu was completely speechless.

"Little Ka, what are you doing hiding here?"

Little Ka shook its wings, like a child caught doing something wrong, lowered its head, and covered its mouth with its claws.

"Little Ka, blow...blow bubbles, play."

"I'm sorry, Wang."

Chen Yu sighed helplessly, "It's alright, you can carry this lizardman back with you, so he won't dawdle."

Then, Chen Yu explained to the tense Turk, "Don't be nervous, this is Little Ka, the guardian of our Slime Home. It will take us back."

After he finished speaking, Little Ka turned around obediently, spread his rather intimidating wings, and lay down obediently, indicating that Erke should sit on him.

"Guards?" Turk was stunned for several seconds upon hearing this. Although his muscles were still tense, his expression was noticeably more relaxed.

After regaining his senses, he was amazed that the dragon would protect the slime.

And that slime homeland he'd never heard of—could it be that Putu's hidden divine kingdom deep in the swamp?

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even realize when he had unknowingly approached the dragon and actually sat on it.

Although the lizardmen are shorter than humans, they still appear somewhat large compared to this young dragon.

While he was still worrying about whether the dragon could carry him, Little Ka had already flapped its wings and steadily ascended into the air.

"Wow!"

Turk cried out in fright and quickly clung tightly to Kaka's neck, afraid that he might fall from the sky if he wasn't careful.

However, once the initial fear subsided and he adjusted to the smoothness of flight, an indescribable excitement and exhilaration welled up in Turke's heart. He... a lizardman who had lived in the mud for generations was actually flying! Soaring through the sky!

This is a scene that only happens in dreams!
Thinking about this, his tension and fear were replaced by a sense of novelty and anticipation for this dream journey.

He began to imagine what a wondrous sight the legendary Kingdom of Putu, the home of slimes, would be...

As he was lost in his fantasy, the outline of the swamp fortress was already in sight.

As the car carried him through a drifting mist, the majestic fortress walls suddenly appeared in his field of vision, like a miracle.

Sunlight streamed into the territory, making it appear exceptionally busy.

The stinging wasps patrolled and flew in an orderly fashion, while the beetles lined up in long rows, steadily carrying various supplies.

The most common of them all is slime!
Slimes of all colors hop freely across this land, moving between neat farmlands and peculiar treehouses.

What surprised him even more was that the different groups of slimes had different outfits. Some wore small flowers on their heads, some wore mini hats, and some were even busy around the building like craftsmen.

Just like the humans he saw, although they all looked similar, they wore different clothes that made it easy to identify their identities.

Turk's face turned blank; he felt as if he had stumbled into a dreamlike kingdom that only existed in legends and belonged to slimes.

"Putu above..."

He murmured to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief, shock, and reverence, "Is this... the Gensokyo created by Putu?"

Even after Little Ka landed smoothly on the flat grass within his territory, Turck remained in a daze.

He awkwardly slid off the dragon's back, his feet landing on solid ground, yet it felt as unreal as if he were walking on clouds.

He stood there blankly, looking around.

A dwarf with a long beard yawned as he passed by him. Seeing his appearance, he couldn't help but mutter, "Where did this lizardman kid come from? He looks silly. What's he doing standing here like a sleepwalker so early in the morning?"

After the dwarf finished speaking, he casually nodded at the slime on Turk's shoulder, "Good morning, Your Majesty."

Chen Yu waved his gel-like hand in return, then said to Turk, "Our king, king of the slimes, I heard you've come and would like to meet you. Would you like to come with me?"

"Slime...King? You want to see me?"

Is he about to meet the master of this fantasy world?
Turk snapped out of his daze, his heart pounding, and nodded frantically, "Yes, of course I'm willing, it's my honor."

Guided by Chen Yu, Turk carefully took each step, afraid of stepping on the bouncy slime residents on the ground.

He entered a peculiar building that seemed to have grown naturally from several giant swamp oak trees, yet cleverly integrated with brick and stone structures, exuding a magical beauty that combined nature and craftsmanship.

The treehouse is spacious and warm, with sunlight streaming in through its carefully designed windows.

At the end of the treehouse, on a throne carved from oak, sat a much larger green slime, with a small crown on its head.

It looked no different from other slimes, but it had a unique friendly temperament that instantly eased Turck's tension.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and bowed with the utmost solemnity: "Turk of the Moss Tribe pays his respects to His Majesty the Great Slime King."

Chen Yu, sitting on the oak throne, shook the gel up and down, nodding as he tried to project the majesty befitting a king.

"Welcome, devout believer of Putu, to the Slime Kingdom, to this land blessed by nature."

"The Slime Kingdom..."

Türk murmured the name repeatedly, his eyes still somewhat dazed.

He originally just wanted to pass the tribe's shamanic trials, but somehow he ended up experiencing such a fantastical journey.

Not only did they ride a dragon into the sky and find the legendary slime kingdom, but they even met their king in person.

All of this was too incredible. He even felt that even if he went back and told his parents, they would never believe him and would only think that their son had hallucinated from being starving in the swamp.

Seeing the boy looking blankly, Chen Yu continued, "Putu's gaze is always fixed on His believers. Your piety and courage have already passed the test of nature."

"You must be very hungry, having come from a faraway place. Enjoy some of the kingdom's food first."

As soon as Chen Yu finished speaking, several beetles steadily crawled in. On their broad carapaces were foods served in large leaves: several pieces of roasted tubers with charred outer skins, and strings of plump, sizzling moss worms.

The aroma of food instantly filled Turck's nostrils, and his stomach rumbled loudly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After thanking him, he couldn't resist any longer and picked up a piece of roasted tuber that was bigger than his fist and took a bite.

He swallowed a large piece of tuber in no time, barely tasting it, only finding it very fragrant...

At that moment, he thought of his people who were still worrying about winter supplies on the banks of the Reed River.

The thought of the cold winter approaching and the possibility that someone in the tribe might collapse due to food shortages makes me feel sad, and even the delicious food in my hand doesn't taste good anymore.

After satisfying my hunger a little, my courage seemed to increase as well.

He raised his head, looked at the Slime King on the throne, and mustered his courage to say, "Your Majesty, please forgive my intrusion, but are there many more foods like this in the kingdom?"

"Our Moss Tribe is willing to exchange anything we have that you might be interested in, whether it's fur, herbs, or our labor."

Oh?
Chen Yu was secretly pleased. This silly lizardman had finally shown some intelligence and come up with the idea of ​​trading food.

He tried to maintain his composure and replied, "The Slime Kingdom generally does not engage in food trade with the outside world."

"However, the kingdom promises that it will never let its people who live on this land go hungry or freeze in the cold."

"The kingdom has enough power to protect its people from external oppression and the harshness of nature."

Never go hungry or cold? Never be bullied?
These words deeply touched Türk.

This is simply... this is simply the place of his, and indeed all the lizardmen's, dreams for generations.

It was almost exactly the same as the Ptut Kingdom he had imagined.

Legend has it that in the divine kingdom of Putu, there live countless slimes, where sweet dew flows, and even the ground is made of bread and jelly, never smelling of fish.

At that moment, the young lizardman thought a lot, and even felt that this was the only opportunity he could not miss in his life.

For our elderly parents, for our hungry young cubs, and for all our people who are still struggling to survive.

The young lizardman took a deep breath, calmed his wildly beating heart, and made a decision that could change the fate of his tribe.

He stepped forward and made his request in an unprecedentedly solemn tone:

"Your Majesty the Great Slime King, please forgive my rudeness and greed."

"But here I am, as a shaman of the Rotten Moss tribe, I humbly request that you take our tribe in. We are willing to join the Slime Kingdom as a whole and become your loyal subjects."

(End of this chapter)