Me? A slime? A villain who destroys a nation? Fine!

There were only 27 pieces of gravel.

Lin Ming had to use them sparingly, because having missiles alone wouldn't kill anyone; he had realized this when fighting the wolf pack.

Therefore, only by turning sharp pebbles into bullets can a one-shot kill be achieved.

The Stone Age method used by our ancestors was quite advanced.

Lin Ming peeked through the crack in the tavern door. Should he take advantage of the thieves' drinking and chatting to digest their food outside first?

Lin Ming looked at the small daggers and machetes he had scavenged, and then tried to absorb them.

[Disintegration (Middle) Activation]

A loud buzzing sound came from inside his stomach, as if the material of this hard weapon was a bit too much for Little Gulu.

Lin Ming was afraid of being disturbed, so he hid among the pile of corpses.

Although some thieves went outside during the incident, Lin Ming disguised the crime scene as if he were drunk and passed out, so he did not alert the thieves.

They were all quite drunk; if someone else hadn't come out, they probably wouldn't have discovered the crime scene.

Soon, the decomposition also yielded results:

[Decomposition yields: 3% ferrite, 1% gold]

Terrible!

It seems Lin Ming had overestimated Little Gulu's abilities; its decomposition level should be increased further.

Seeing the thief returning down the corridor with his pants down, Lin Ming immediately fired a sticky spray, causing the thief to let out a "whoosh" and blood to splatter.

Lin Ming even extended his tentacles to support the thief, to prevent him from falling too loudly.

Another thief's corpse was dragged to a dark corner. Lin Ming used this method to squat at the door and knock, attracting the thieves to come out and check the situation, and then took the opportunity to kill them.

The drunken thief vaguely heard the knocking and came out to deal with it, only to find his companion sitting gloomily in the corner, with Lin Ming controlling his hand from behind and beckoning them.

Then another scream rang out, and soon the corpses in the corner piled up. Unfortunately, the thieves didn't drop anything—just broken knives and sacks of small copper coins, pitifully little at that.

Using this method of staking out, Lin Ming had already silently killed eight thieves.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a single bottle of healing medicine.

He opened the wooden door again and peered through the old crack.

The reduction in the number of thieves also allowed the entire scene to be displayed effectively; even the cage that Lin Ming hadn't seen at first appeared in the corner of the tavern.

There was a young male villager who was imprisoned, a child, and a person wearing a cloak.

On the counter next to the cage was a large green crystal. I didn't know what it was, but it was definitely something good.

Around this time, a thief also seemed to have noticed the blue liquid behind the door.

"Hey, what's that outside the door?"

"have no idea."

The other thieves shook their heads. But the next second, a long, slimy projectile slashed across the thief's neck, the splash of blood and screams immediately alerting the surrounding thieves.

But the missiles were very fast afterward, and a blurry, slimy creature suddenly pounced on a thief's head, followed by a wide barrage of missiles.

The scene of the mass shooting was chaotic, with screams and terror rising everywhere. Even the slaves in the cages covered their ears in fear and dared not look.

Screams erupted and blood splattered everywhere.

That was because of the commotion Lin Ming made; the sound gradually traveled into the depths of the cave and reached the ears of a red-haired man.

In the deep secret passage, in a spacious room filled with various spoils of war, treasures, and books, the thief leader, Dorak, frowned warily.

The thief standing before him, head bowed and hands trembling, was also overwhelmed by his quiet, oppressive aura.

The other person had slicked-back red hair, a physique as large as a bear, dark skin, bulging, hard muscles, and was covered in red tattoos.

He was a former nobleman, expelled for various offenses, and now the leader of the bandits.

Hearing the commotion outside, he called out in a low voice, "Kahongna."

"exist."

A woman dressed as a pirate is walking towards us.

"Go outside and see what's going on."

She nodded and left the room as instructed, leaving only the bruised and battered thief and his leader inside.

The thief, sweating profusely, kept his head down, not daring to make a move for even a moment.

"You mean, your older brother was killed by a slime? I'll ask you again, is that right?"

"Yes, I'm absolutely not lying to you. That commotion just now could have been from that slime chasing after us. That slime is extremely ferocious, completely different from the roadside slimes you hear about!"

The thief's underlings explained in a panicked tone. Their leader, however, simply picked up a glass of red wine and drank it with complete disdain.

After all, the other party's reason was too far-fetched. It was also possible that he killed the leader or embezzled the resources, which was a very common thing among thieves.

The leader, Dorak, listened calmly, but his expression betrayed some displeasure, for he might kill the thief at any moment.

However, he did hear leaked news—that slimes had been reborn on the Slime Continent.

Although this is not as profitable as buying and selling slaves, the unit price and the amount of money involved are still very large.

Things are valued for their rarity, and this item is particularly popular among princesses in certain kingdoms, as well as some sorcerers who study it.

In other words, this brat somehow got the news and immediately took his men to take it all for himself?

With a glare from Dorak, the bandit subordinates below trembled with fear, sweating profusely as if they were being roasted by flames.

"What kind of slime killed your older brother? What did it look like? Was it a little goblin? Wasn't it a guard-type slime?"

"It's a mascot type... Little Gollum." The thief subordinate reiterated, but then timidly whispered, "But I don't feel like it..."

Dorak almost thought he'd misheard. Was this a joke? Two towering thieves killed by a mascot slime?

That thing runs slowly, escapes slowly, and doesn't do any damage. It's just a ball, yet it can kill people?

This made the bandit leader increasingly suspicious of his subordinates, even thinking they were treating him like a fool.

He's already pocketed the slime, and now he's pretending it's an accident scene to report to him, isn't he?

Thinking it over, Dorak slowly reached for the giant axe on the table.

The thief's henchmen, terrified, immediately knelt down, begging for mercy, "Boss! Boss!! I'm not lying to you, I really am! Go outside and see for yourself, that slime has already caught up with me to the vicinity, right in the village! I'll take you to see it if you don't believe me. He even gave many villagers incredible buffs, and they even call him 'Fairy Lord'!!!"

The thief frantically explained, desperately begging his leader to spare his life.

This caused Dorak to slowly lower his hand from the giant axe, his red eyebrows gradually furrowing.

After all, that enormous axe was twice as tall as the bandits' men, and it was placed diagonally against the wall. It was no exaggeration to say that it was large enough to split a giant bear in two.