Slime Immortal

Slime Immortal

Author: My stomach is a little bloated

Summary:

Summary:

Spring is the season when all things come back to life.

The monsters in the swamp forest began to stir, the demi-humans on the reed river bank sharpened sticks to make traps, waiting for prey, and the human adventurers in the north were also carefully checking their wands and potions, preparing for the new year's exploration.

And in the dark, the slimes they regard as prey are watching all this.

It's waiting.

When the flying sword is forged and the Taoism is perfect, he will lay the foundation for his next self in another world.

That is when the Slime Immortal was born.

【Fantasy Farming】【Relax】【Daily】

Chapter 1 Slime and Flying Sword

In the spring of Ziarella, all things quietly wake up in the warmth.

When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning fell on the swamp forest, the moss monster woke up from its slumber, lay lazily on the tree roots, and began a new day.

Actually, it didn't sleep well last night.

The swamp forest in early spring is always full of restlessness. Even at night, the suppressed roars of monsters can be heard constantly, always waking it up from its sleep.

The unbearable hunger also troubled it.

So he continued to focus on the rotten wood in front of him that seemed to be endless, and his only thought was to fill his hungry stomach.

It moved slowly, its mossy bark rubbing against the wet surface of the tree roots, and its glands secreted acid that corroded the wood chips.

I don’t know how many days and nights I have repeated this humble and hard work.

But as a resident of the bottom layer of the swamp forest, this is its few means of survival.

But what comforts the moss monster is that in this cruel yet fertile forest, even it can feel superior.

——Slime.

A weak monster that even moss monsters dare to try to capture.

It seems that in the blood memory of the moss monsters they have a unique title - "Shame of Monsters".

These green, translucent little creatures lie quietly on swamps, mosses and tree roots every day, absorbing moisture and light to grow.

They have no hard shells, no sharp claws, and move as slowly as solidified morning dew. They pose no threat at all and are so weak that predators can eat them one by one as a snack.

It is also its favorite food.

none of them.

When he thought about how he could easily hunt slimes and chew on the sweet and sticky liquid, even the moss monster at the bottom couldn't help but straighten his back proudly, and chewed the rotten wood with more effort.

Now, the sunlight brought some warmth, its attention was slightly distracted, and suddenly it felt something intruding into its field of vision.

The tiny photosensitive eye spot on the moss monster's forehead struggled to capture a blurry, slowly crawling green shadow in front of it in the dim light.

That familiar, alluring silhouette...

It's slime!

The prey just came to my doorstep foolishly!

An intense desire instantly gripped it, and its chubby body tensed imperceptibly for a moment, while a large amount of acid gushed out from deep within its mouth as if by reflex.

"Fizz!"

The thought of a good meal set its simple nerve centres quivering with excitement.

Faced with the weak slime, it didn't even bother to defend itself, and impatiently opened its ferocious mouthparts, ready to spray acid.

call out!

A faint piercing sound was heard.

"hiss--!"

However, the first thing that splashed out was not the moss monster's acid, but a small wooden arrow shot from the direction of the slime, which pierced its body.

A flash of surprise crossed the Moss Monster's mind. He couldn't figure out what the wooden arrow was, and his photosensitive eyes dimmed.

It's dead.

Death at the hands of its prey.

This was its most unexpected ending.

Paji, paji...

On the opposite side, a ball of transparent jelly that looked harmless came leaping over.

Chen Yu swallowed the moss monster's corpse and his homemade "flying sword" into his gel body, and then with a "plop", he sank into the swamp mud and hid, leaving only a pair of eyes blinking in the dark.

If his jelly-like head remembered correctly, today should be the fifteenth day since he was born in the swamp forest.

This unfortunate moss monster also had the honor of becoming the eighth monster to be eaten by him.

This insect looks like a land sea cucumber. Its body is rich in gelatin and protein. It tastes crispy and chicken-like. It is chewier than a sea cucumber, but it has a bit of... muddy smell?

This delicacy is a rare one in this food desert, enough to provide Slime with the nutrition it needs for a day and bring a sense of satisfaction.

Of course, if only we could improve the dining conditions here, set up a cozy little tent in the swamp forest, have a steaming hot pot... and then boil the moss monster until it curls up, and eat it with some sauce...

Chen Yu's mind was full of unrealistic fantasies, and gradually a warm feeling emerged and gradually wrapped him up, making the slime feel so comfortable that it wanted to sleep.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, and at this moment, a curtain of light quietly appeared.

[Devour and Digestion Level 1 Triggered - Moss Monster Characteristics Recorded, Talents Incubated (8/10)]

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Race: Slime

Level: Black Iron Lv.1 [EXP: 9/10]

Cultivation: Qi Training Level 2 [Spiritual Power: 18/20]

Health Status: Healthy [HP: 50/50]

Racial Talent: Devouring and Digesting Lv.1

Other talents: None (obtained by devouring monsters)

Skills: Kaiyuanbaojuan Lv.4, Yuwushu Lv.2

Prestige Title: None (The Unknown Slime)

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"..."

Chen Yu stared at the panel as if he was used to it.

At first glance, this thing looks like a strange stitched panel that can only be seen after being poisoned by accidentally swallowing colorful mushrooms in the swamp.

But in fact, it is not an illusion. The sudden [cultivation] above is real.

Long story.

He had an experience even more bizarre than most time travelers - it was like a farce, and his soul was torn in half by a careless being when he traveled through time.

Pah! Half of it fell into this fantasy world called Ziarella.

The other half... uh...

Stuck in the immortal cultivation world called Xu Xuantian.

Sanyuan Sect.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the damp and cold air, carrying the fresh scent of mountain grass and trees, seeped into an ordinary thatched hut outside the gate.

Chen Yu woke up from the bed.

The change in his senses did not make him feel uncomfortable, as if he had long been accustomed to living in two different bodies. In comparison, the faint burning sensation in his stomach concerned him more.

"Gu..."

Very hungry.

It's time to eat.

Thinking about the delicious taste of the moss monster, Chen Yu quickly got up, took rice from the rice jar, washed it, put it into the casserole, added water, burned wood, and boiled it...

Then he took out a book and placed it on his knees and read.

The scroll was inscribed with "Guide to the Practice of Object Controlling Techniques". When one opened it, it was filled with text that would make one dizzy after just a few glances.

But whether it was because he was used to it or for some other reason, he became more and more energetic the more he watched.

As his fingers moved along with the contents of the scroll, he inexplicably thought of the moss monster whose body was pierced by a flying sword driven by the object control technique.

It's a pitiful death, but it smells so good.

The effective range of the object control technique is basically equivalent to stretching your arm and reaching forward, and the object must be something you have touched with your own hands.

It can only bully the moss monster, but it is powerless against more terrifying predators.

As for the advantages, it is down-to-earth and has a low threshold. He only took half a month to practice to level 2.

Only after the rice soup was cooked did Chen Yu come back to his senses from the book in his hand.

After bringing the rice soup to the table and letting it cool a little, he wolfed it down, soup and rice included. The burning sensation in his lower abdomen from the stomach acid was finally relieved a little.

Even Chen Yu found it magical—the slime and this body shared the same panel.

It was amazing enough that the slime could cultivate immortality and perform the art of controlling objects, but this body actually also had the slime's demonic talent.

This "devouring and digesting" talent is really useful in the slime's hometown. It can swallow a monster with a crunch, analyze the origin of the talent, and nurture talent.

However, it seemed to have no effect on the local monsters in Xu Xuantian's mind, and he could only help him practice by absorbing the essence from grains and meat.