Slime Immortal.

Chapter 30 A Deal That Risks Everything
"Could it be that……"

Arno struggled to sit up, and just as he was about to think, he felt a burst of intense, bone-deep pain in his back, as if he had been stung by a swarm of poisonous bees.

But that's not the point.

He subconsciously reached out to touch it, and the skin his fingertips touched was warm and elastic, no longer that hopelessly stiff and cold.

Is petrification cured?!

He looked ecstatic.

The pain from the needle prick...at this moment, it became the most wonderful feeling.

He took a deep breath—the damp air with the smell of rotten leaves rushed into his lungs so smoothly that he almost cried.

I tried to move my right arm. Although it was still weak and my muscles were sore as if they had been beaten, the suffocating petrified shackles... disappeared!

At least temporarily gone.

A long-lost feeling of lightness belonging to a living being flowed through the whole body. Although the body was still as weak as if it had just suffered a serious illness, the heaviness like carrying a sarcophagus was swept away.

The cheers of life flow like a warm current through every part of your body.

However, this joy only lasted for a short moment before it was covered by cold memories.

He sold his soul... to the devil.

A chill ran up his spine, and he subconsciously touched his chest, as if an invisible mark had been engraved there.

What is the price of praying to the devil?
Eternal slavery?
Or is the soul thrown into endless torment after death?

His mind was in a mess, but soon a strong sense of self-mockery surged into his heart. He pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

Arno Belmonte, what do you have to lose? He asked himself in his heart.

A noble surname? It's already worthless.

A healthy body? That was just temporarily lent to him by the devil.

The dignity of a knight? The moment he knelt down and begged the devil, it was crushed into mud.

The only thing left is the heavy and inseparable responsibility towards Laura and the children.

As long as it allows them to survive, live a slightly better life... Soul? Take it.

This cursed and filthy soul is the reward the devil deserves!
"Take my gift and return... When you return next time, remember to bring books in the Demihuman language, books in the Common language, ink for magic writing, cream cakes, chocolates, and candies..."

The demon's hoarse, inhuman whisper echoed in his mind again.

He glanced around and found a small object wrapped in some tough leaves on the slippery moss.

Carefully opening it, an extremely pungent, strange smell mixed with sweetness and corruption hit me in the face. Inside was a dark amber, almost black, sticky paste.

Arno's pupils contracted slightly.

"Stinger bee pulp?"

As a down-and-out nobleman who had spent some time in Iron Boots Town, he recognized this thing!
A product of a hive of stinging bees deep in the swamp, it is extremely poisonous, and collectors risk their lives, but it is the catalyst that some alchemists dream of.

Such a small package can be sold for at least a dozen gold coins at the Adventurer's Guild's purchasing office!

The ecstasy instantly diluted the self-mockery.

A dozen gold coins! Although it was far from enough to compensate for the loss of his entire caravan and cargo, it was enough to pay the rent he owed for the inn, buy him some decent clothes, and even... leave a little for a comeback!

This is simply a windfall in a desperate situation!

He held the bag of precious meat pulp tightly, as if he was holding the last straw.

However, after the ecstasy, a huge sense of contradiction immediately gripped him.

Are you going to... come back to this damn swamp again?
The fear brought by those gray-scaled beasts still lingered in my heart like a cold shadow.

Deeper into the swamp, there lurks the eerie forest path, a demon that devours souls… Just thinking of those ghostly green, emotionless eyes is enough to freeze his blood. But he had no other choice, did he?

He remembered the demon's strange request... books in the Demihuman language, books in the Common language...

Language books?

Was it to communicate, or to prepare a spell for some sinister ritual?
Magic writing ink... sounds like it would be worth a fortune.

As for cream cakes, chocolates... and candies? This request seemed particularly strange, even a little... absurd. Could it be used as a sacrificial offering?

He shook his head, his confused thoughts were like tangled vines, and he couldn't make sense of them.

forget about it!
He stood up suddenly, the pain in his body reminding him of his current weakness, but the instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

The most urgent thing is to leave this forest alive!

Arno finally took a look into the depths of the foggy forest with an indescribable complex emotion, then turned around without hesitation and walked towards the outside world where the sunlight was gradually growing stronger, limping but with great determination.

Every step is on the way home, but every step also feels like walking on thin ice of an unknown fate.

The journey home is heavier than the journey there.

……

In the dark swamp, as Arno left, a round ball of slime jumped out of the thick fog.

After taking a look at the figure that was gradually swallowed by the fog, Chen Yu turned around and left, returning to his territory.

In fact, he didn't really care whether the human would come back or not. What he cared more about now was the development of the deep swamp.

While it was still early, he checked the reserves of poisonous stinger swords, then left the territory alone and disappeared in the thick poisonous fog.

Even during the day, the fog in the depths of the swamp was so thick that no light could penetrate, and it was as dark as night.

Only the fluorescent moss glowed faintly, and the figures of fungus people could be vaguely seen moving within. Deeper in the swamp, leeches as huge as snakes and flying mosquitoes the size of fists surged...

Toxin resistance is a necessary talent for the monsters living here, and they also seem to have other unique talents.

These monsters may be far more than just the Black Iron level.

During the campfire chat, Sergash once mentioned the levels of monsters. The black iron level monsters were almost the lowest level of existence in this forest.

Further up, there are terrifying bronze-level monsters and silver-level monsters.

Even a bronze-level monster is enough to fight against an ordinary lizardman hunting team of three people. As for the silver-level monster, it is an existence that Sergash has never seen before and may exist deeper in the swamp.

Thick darkness enveloped him, and only his gel body was emitting a faint fluorescence, as if reminding the predator that a delicious slime dessert had broken in.

In fact, a fluorescent mushroom man did target him.

It came over with exaggerated steps, scattering fluorescent hallucinogenic spores along the way, trying to completely knock Chen Yu unconscious.

But the next moment, the prey in its eyes suddenly exuded a dangerous aura.

A water arrow condensed and stretched, then shot out quickly.

call out!
The water arrow pierced through the handle of the fluorescent mushroom man's umbrella and knocked off the dark blue mushroom head. It fell straight to the ground, deader than dead.

Chen Yu waited until the floating spores gradually calmed down before swallowing the entire fluorescent mushroom man in one gulp.

The moment he swallowed it, his body shuddered, as if he had swallowed a cool mint candy, with a hallucinogenic effect.

His vision began to shake, and several dancing figures ran out.

This thing...

It’s really exciting.

(End of this chapter)