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

The squad began to advance one after another, continuously surrounding the fleeing slime.

Especially when the shield soldier was chasing the slime, it suddenly noticed that the slime had turned around and transformed, so it immediately switched to tire mode and quickly left the shield soldier behind.

"Wait, this is a slime?? That's weird!" The shieldbearer quickly turned to the magician and shouted, "It ran away! Quick, cast some magic!"

With the shieldbearer helpless, the magician began to chant. Soon, a wall of wind appeared in the direction Lin Ming was fleeing, causing him to crash into it and bounce back, his body swaying back like a jelly.

"Huh?" Lin Ming was slightly taken aback. The squad immediately surrounded him. As the shield soldier and Zeng Lü pounced, Lin Ming still managed to nimbly dodge them, darting out of the squad's encirclement and rolling into the air.

"Damn it! Watch me burn away the quality of the slime on your body, and see if you can still run around like that!" The mage raised his staff, and a large number of magic circles floated in front of him, and began to stack up as he chanted.

Lin Ming casually grew a thick, cyclops-like right arm from his body. The mage who was chanting was stunned for a moment as the slime suddenly mutated.

Lin Ming grabbed the chanting monk on the spot and, while the monk was startled, slammed him to the ground.

"Pfft!?" The mage was thrown to the ground and coughed up blood. The surrounding team members were startled by the sight, especially when the little goblin grew out of the Cyclops part.

"What—!? This isn't an ordinary slime, is it!?" The monk tried to cast a healing spell on the mage, but Lin Ming's arm, which was sweeping across the ground, knocked him over, leaving him wide-eyed in mid-air.

This combo seemed to know Zeng Lü's position, catching Zeng Lü off guard. He was smashed away like a billiard ball by Lin Ming, crashing into the shield soldier and causing the two of them to roll away while holding each other.

Firas also clearly sensed something was wrong. He immediately drew his longsword from his waist, rushed over, and slashed off Lin Ming's right hand with incredible speed.

But he didn't expect that Lin Ming would grow a Cyclops arm on his left side again, and it punched him on the spot.

Bang! The punch made Firas's eyeball bulge, his face ripple, and he tumbled through the air.

"H-How is this possible???" Firas' eyes widened. He was stunned after falling to the ground and didn't even have time to activate his protective aura.

"You're crazy, why did you mess with me for no reason?" Lin Ming retracted his arm, landed on the ground, cursed, and rolled away.

So the squad watched helplessly as the slime slipped away, and even went back and dragged away several Cyclopes' corpses.

"What...? How could this happen?" The group watched helplessly as the slime ran away, even taking a bunch of buffet food with it.

This infuriated Firas so much that he barely managed to shake his head and get up, punching the ground. But by the time he recovered, the slime had already disappeared.

"Damn it! Go after them!!" Feralas stomped his foot in anger, turned back, and pointed at his teammates, yelling, "What are you guys good for? You can't even catch a slime!"

He turned around and vented all his resentment and dissatisfaction on his teammates, who could only keep their heads down in silence.

"But that slime is strange... I've never seen that kind of slime before..." the shieldman muttered to himself.

"You dare talk back? Where will we put our faces if word gets out? Did I spend money training you all just to see you in this sorry state?"

Feralas even kicked the shieldbearer, who could only rage but dare not utter a word.

"Damn it! I'll find my wind spirit first, then I'm definitely going to roast that slime! How dare it slap me in the face!" Firas touched his handsome face, which he was so proud of. He could tolerate anything, but he couldn't stand being slapped in the face.

He touched the slightly reddened fist mark on his face, and his back teeth felt slightly numb. This numbness made him feel resentful from the bottom of his heart.

"Get up and chase after you bunch of useless trash! If you don't do your job properly, you'll all be packing your bags and getting out of here sooner or later!"

After Feralas's angry outburst, the squad members who had fallen to the ground gritted their teeth and got up one after another, quickly following after him, even though they were still a little dazed from being hit by the slime.

Suddenly, a bird flew out from the blue sky. It looked like an owl, but its body was made of magic and emitted a magical light.

The opponent opened up their view in the vast sky, aimed at the little slime that was scurrying around in the scorched forest, and immediately located Lin Ming's position.

Lin Ming simply turned his head and fired a burst of bullets, shooting down the owl and breaking the magician's long-range observation spell on the spot. The pain caused the lens of his right eye to shatter.

"Ouch! That hurts! My...my magic eagle is dead?" The magician cried out in disbelief, clutching his face. "It was on the left! It hadn't gone far!"

That's how the team was able to chase after them in that direction.

Lin Ming has always been a bird-hunting expert. When he saw an eagle flying in the sky, he naturally spurred it towards it.

As expected, it was a creation of the opponent's magic. He had seen this thing in the kingdom before; it was used to track the enemy's location.

Seeing this, Lin Ming quickly rolled faster and rolled into the small hole, landing on the slime spider web, and then traveled back to the Fragrant Kingdom next door.

When the group of heroes caught up with Lin Ming, they found that he had already disappeared.

Firas's anger once again emanated an invisible pressure, putting immense strain on the entire squad.

Seeing this, the monk hurriedly waved his hand and shouted in a panic:

"No, we didn't lose him! He's heading back towards the Slime Continent, the slime's habitat! If we get there, we'll definitely encounter that little goblin again. He's just out hunting right now. That's a common occurrence with most slimes. Don't be angry, young master. We'll ambush him there and catch him easily!"

The mage fawned over the young master, "Besides, the place you're looking for the Wind Spirit is very close to the Slime Continent. Shall we go get the Wind Spirit first, young master?"

Firas twitched his face, but still reluctantly gave the other party a chance. Even though this slime was strange, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Because he is one of the candidates for the Wind Warrior, if word gets out that he was knocked to the ground by a slime, just the fact that a slime, a species that sounds like something out of the ordinary, is associated with him would be a very negative impact on him.

This poses a serious problem for his candidacy.

His family and the surrounding chatter didn't care what happened to the slime; all they heard was that Firas, the candidate for Wind Warrior, had been slapped to the ground by a roadside slime!

That slime must die by the sword of a wind warrior like him—that's the slime's fate. Otherwise, his illustrious biography would be completely ruined by this slime.

Firas was filled with uncontrollable rage, his fists pounding so hard they cracked, and the anger and killing intent he exuded made the squad unable to lift their heads.

Then, on the other side of the Fragrant Kingdom, the land began to rise, and Lin Ming popped out from the slime line hidden beneath the soil.

He gazed in the direction far from the kingdom and sighed inexplicably.

It looks like we can't get in today. The security is so tight, and it's been attacked by monsters before. There probably won't be anyone here for a while.

What's more, he also provoked a group of people who seemed to be adventurers, one of whom appeared to be a hero. After all, Lin Ming hated heroes the most, and he specifically slapped him in the face back then.

Lin Ming made me feel good.

After all, when he transmigrated to this world, everyone around him had the potential to be a hero, while he was just an alchemist and was severely ostracized and belittled.

The Wind Warrior looked strangely familiar, but Lin Ming couldn't quite place him. However, he was sure he was right.

Left with no other choice, Lin Ming jumped back onto the bend in the spiderweb slime line, squatted down, and headed back home, passing through the village along the way.

The villagers have already returned home, and the old man's granddaughter, dressed in a beautiful new outfit, came up to Lin Ming, swaying her white dress, after he returned to the village.

"I've changed into new clothes! Don't they look great?"

Lin Ming, as usual, reached out his slimy little hand and patted Millie's head.

But he simply ignored her and called out to the group of three, including Mirar, who were helping the villagers repair their homes and guard their property.

After all, the three of them were the only relatively strong people in the whole village; the rest were mostly elderly women and the sick, with elderly women making up a large proportion of the population.

"Fairy, what is it?" Miral, as always, came over and knelt on one knee, pulling her two juniors to kneel down in front of her.

"I've got you a job. Come with me and we'll go farm."

"Huh? Farming? But our fields are already..." Miral looked at their hard soil, which was stained black and could not be cultivated.

"Did I say I planted it here? Come to my place."