It was the next day.
Aiden was a bit surprised to see Emilia asleep — he didn't think the commander of a rebel army could sleep so peacefully.
At first, he didn't understand why.
Then he saw the reason.
When Ederra came back from his battle, his blade was soaked in blood. Each drop that fell to the ground hissed faintly — as if the metal itself still burned from the fight. In his other hand, he carried one of Volt's black dog banners, torn and scorched.
He slid off his horse, lifted the flag high, and the entire camp erupted into cheers.
Aiden didn't join them.
Because what truly unsettled him wasn't the blood, or the sword, or the victory.
It was the fact that Ederra had just recovered.
And in his own words… he was "still weak."
Radomira looked at Ederra, as he blinked. "He... Did he take a Whole Black Dog Camp all by himself?".
Aiden's slime form rippled slightly — a reflex of disbelief. Even he couldn't process what Radomira just said.
He turned his gaze toward the man still holding the banner high. The cheers of the soldiers echoed across the camp, proud and victorious, but Aiden's focus narrowed on Ederra's presence.
The air around him shimmered.
Mana — thick, violent, unstable — leaked from Ederra's body like steam from a boiling cauldron. His veins glowed faintly beneath his skin, and for a moment, Aiden swore he saw something inhuman flare in his eyes.
Aiden muttered quietly, "…Yeah. He did."
Fenrir's deep voice rumbled inside Aiden's mind, low and wary. "That man… he smells like rage. Old rage. Caged, not freed."
Radomira crossed her arms, her tone unusually serious. "So much power, in someone who was dying yesterday. Either your healing did more than you meant it to…"
She looked at Aiden, her yellow eyes narrowing. "…or that man wasn't as human as we thought."
Aiden looked at Radomira as he spoke. "No, I don't think it was my healing that did something, first of all look at how the Soldiers are cheering, or the fact that Emilia is not resting, or just how he can lift the buster sword".
Radomira tilted her head slightly, her long purple hair brushing against her outfit as she stared at Ederra, who was now laughing with his soldiers.
"Then what are you suggesting?" she asked calmly, though her tone carried a faint edge of unease.
Aiden's core pulsed faintly inside his slimy body as he watched Ederra raise the Buster Sword high. "That sword isn't normal. Neither is he. I mean—he woke up after three days in a coma, went straight to battle, and came back with an entire enemy camp destroyed."
Radomira's eyes narrowed, studying the faint blue aura flickering around Ederra's form. "You think he's something else?"
Aiden replied quietly. "No… I know he's something else."
The two stood in silence for a moment, the wind carrying the echoes of cheers and the faint smell of blood and smoke.
Aiden continued, voice lower this time. "Whatever healed him, whatever drives him—it's not just human will. It's something deeper… something that shouldn't exist in this world."
Radomira's head turned toward the tent where Emilia slept, the faint shimmer of the barrier still flickering weakly in the morning light. Her tail swayed lazily, but her tone was anything but relaxed.
"In all honesty, this family is not normal," she said, her eyes narrowing. "She stayed awake for three days straight maintaining that barrier, barely ate, and only collapsed when we showed up. And now her brother returns from death's door and annihilates a whole camp in one night."
Aiden's core pulsed faintly, and a small chuckle bubbled out of his slime body. "Protagonist," he said simply.
Radomira gave him a sideways look, half amusement, half suspicion. "You think this world actually has one?"
Aiden shrugged—or the slime equivalent of it. "Oh, I've seen enough tropes to recognize one when I see it. Strong sense of justice, unbreakable will, hidden power no one understands... classic main character energy."
Radomira smirked. "Then that makes us what, the supporting cast? Or the questionable allies who might betray him halfway through?"
Aiden's body rippled with faint laughter. "Nah. I'm aiming for the wildcard who rewrites the story. If this world has a script, I'm going to burn it and make my own ending."
Radomira folded her arms, eyes still fixed on the tent. "Careful, Slime. Protagonists have a habit of dragging everyone into their tragedy."
Aiden's voice grew quieter, almost thoughtful. "Then let's make sure it's their tragedy this time… not ours."
From the distance, a horn blew — a call to arms or celebration, none could tell. But Aiden felt it again… that faint tremor in the air, the sense that something much larger was watching, waiting, and taking notes on how the story would unfold next.
Ederra heard the horn as he rushed in, and Aiden saw this. "Will, can't let him out show me"
He got on Fenrir as they went, as they went to the edge of the Camp, as they saw the monster charging at them, clearly Volt army, or well a small fraction of it.
One of the Soldiers spoke. "Damm it, they have been keeping an eye, they saw the Barrier down and went to attack".
Ederra screamed as he looked at the Soldier. "What are you waiting for, Knight move with, Archer cover us, mages cast spells".
The entire camp burst into motion at Ederra's command — soldiers scrambling for weapons, mages drawing circles in the dirt, and archers pulling back their bowstrings with trembling hands. The morning calm shattered, replaced by the thunder of boots, the metallic chorus of swords, and the smell of charged mana in the air.
Aiden, riding atop Fenrir, could already see the incoming force — twisted creatures clad in Volt's armor, their eyes glowing a sickly red. They moved unnaturally, like puppets forced to dance.
Fenrir's growl echoed in his mind. "These are not ordinary beasts, Master. They reek of corruption — of forced evolution."
Radomira appeared beside them, wings unfurled, her aura flickering with violet flames. "I can sense the stench of binding magic. Someone's experimenting again. Volt never learns."
Ederra's voice roared through the chaos. "Archers, loose! Mages, focus fire on the front line! Don't let them breach the wall!"
Bolts of fire and lightning cut through the air, slamming into the advancing horde — but for every monster that fell, two more seemed to crawl out from the fog.
Aiden's body rippled, his tone shifting from curiosity to calm determination. "Alright then… let's make sure they regret stepping into this camp."
He raised a slime arm — and dozens of small magistone orbs floated around him, pulsing like miniature suns.
Radomira smirked. "Now that's the face I wanted to see. Go on, paradox, show them what a 'supporting character' can do."
As the first wave of Volt's monsters broke through the treeline, Aiden pointed forward. "Fenrir— Devour."
The great wolf leapt forward, jaws opening as purple flames erupted across the battlefield — the air itself trembling from the force.
For a moment, even Ederra turned his head, his sapphire eyes wide as he watched the infernal storm tear through the enemy line.
And in that instant, Aiden couldn't help but grin.
"Let's see which of us they'll call the protagonist after this."
Aiden jumped, sending out water blades and lightning blasts to take down a few more. Seeing this with Inhuman speed, he cut down a few more monsters.
Aiden jumped, transforming into the Black Serpent, as he used [Poseidon's breath]. Seeing this, the small Bat Master then flew up, and at first, you wondered what it could do.
But then it moved its mouth was everyone was shocked by the baby bat's mouth, which was a large shock, blasting most of the stronger monsters away and killing the ones like the Goblin.
The explosion of sound rippled across the battlefield like a living storm.
Aiden, now in his Black Serpent form, coiled midair — scales glinting like obsidian as arcs of blue lightning danced along his body. The roar of [Poseidon's Breath] tore through the ranks of Volt's monsters, splitting the ground and turning soil into boiling mud.
As the steam rose, the shrill SCREEEAAACH from above shattered what little order remained in the enemy lines.
Everyone's eyes turned skyward — and there, flapping its tiny wings, was the small bat that had been perched quietly in camp hours ago. Its innocent appearance betrayed the devastation it unleashed.
The moment its mouth opened, a shockwave — pure concussive force mixed with mana resonance — burst out like a cannon.
Trees snapped in half.
Armor shattered like glass.
The front line of Volt's army was thrown back, bodies rolling across the ground.
Ederra froze for half a second, watching the baby bat hover proudly, puffing its tiny chest. "That… was a baby?"
Radomira couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, that's just Noivern. Give him a week and he'll be breaking fortresses for fun."
Aiden landed beside them, the ground splashing from his impact before he reverted to his humanoid slime form.
"Note to self," he said with a grin, "never underestimate small, cute things again."
Fenrir's voice rumbled in his mind. "Master, they're retreating."
Sure enough, what remained of the Volt force was pulling back — their commanding officer signaling withdrawal. The once-roaring battlefield had gone eerily quiet, leaving only the sound of crackling flames and the distant groans of dying beasts.
Ederra tightened his grip on his sword, looking at Aiden with a mix of awe and disbelief.
"…Just what kind of monster are you?"
Aiden chuckled, his golden core pulsing faintly. "The helpful kind, hopefully."
Aiden looked at Ederra. "So what do you think?".
Ederra laughed as he spoke. "That it was Amazing, we finally have stronger people, but".
He looked at Aiden. "Can you send your Inferno wolf to retrieve Volt Force's, it's better if they don't survive"
Aiden's slimy body giggled as he spoke. "Will now that I have person, Fenrir you and your Pack... Time to hunt".
Aiden grinned, the gold in his core flickering like a throat-clearing chuckle. "Fenrir—pack, showtime."
Fenrir rose, muscles coiling, violet lightning crackling along his mane. The pack answered in a low chorus that felt like thunder rolling through bone. Aiden leaned forward on Fenrir's back and gave the order with the comfortable casualness of someone asking a pet to fetch a stick. "Go clean up. No prisoners, no mercy for them."
The wolves exploded from the line like living fire. They moved with terrifying efficiency — flank, herd, isolate. Where they struck the remaining Volt fighters scattered like ash on the wind: some were swallowed whole, some were torn apart by teeth and claw, a few were seized and dragged into blazing pyres the pack made of the ruined wagons. It was brutal, fast, and final. The field became a place of silence and smoke almost before anyone could register it properly.
Ederra watched with a hard, tight smile while his soldiers moved to secure the perimeter. "Good," he said, voice flat. "If they're left alive, they'll just rise again. Better this way." His gaze flicked to Aiden, then to Fenrir, grudging respect sharpening his tone. "You didn't just heal me — you brought the kind of force that ends whole campaigns."
Emilia, standing at the camp's edge, didn't cheer. She simply breathed once and let the magnitude of it settle. "Do it, but do it clean," she told her commanders. "Leave nothing that can be remade into an engine of Volt's cruelty." Then, quieter, to Aiden: "We'll use what we can from the ruins. Weapons, magistone — salvage it. Nothing wasted."
Aiden's laugh was soft. "Copy that. Fenrir — bring back the banners. I want their flags nailed to the gate." Fenrir's reply was a single, satisfied howl that rolled across the clearing as the wolves returned, trophies and ashes in tow. The camp watched them come back not with fear now, but with the strange, fierce relief of people who see their enemy finally stopped.
Aiden looked at the awake Emilia. "So you woke up".
Emilia looked at him as she spoke. "After that sound blast, I don't think anyone could even stay asleep, if they were".
Ederra looked at his sister as he spoke. "Sister my Apologies".
Noivern went to her, the small purple baby bat went to her and nuzzled up to her, almost like an Apology to wake her up, she chuckled as she Patted the Dragon.
Emilia couldn't help but smile softly, her exhaustion melting just a little as she patted the tiny dragon's head. "It's alright, little one… I can't exactly stay mad at something this cute."
Noivern chirped happily, curling around her shoulder like a scarf as its wings fluttered slightly, eyes closing with a content hum.
Aiden chuckled, his slime body rippling with amusement. "You know, you'd be surprised how often that works for him. He causes chaos, then acts adorable. Instant forgiveness."
Ederra crossed his arms with a smirk. "Maybe I should try that next time I make a mess in camp."
Emilia shot him a deadpan look. "Try it, and I'll make sure you're cleaning the stables for a week."
Radomira laughed, her tail swaying. "You two really are siblings. Same glare, same sarcasm. It's almost nostalgic watching this."
Aiden looked at them with a faint smile as he muttered, "Guess this war isn't entirely without warmth."
Emilia raised a brow, still scratching Noivern under the chin. "Don't get sentimental on me, slime. You're still under observation, remember?"
Aiden's golden eyes blinked once before his voice came out in a teasing tone. "Observation, huh? Sure. But I prefer to call it mutual trust-building exercises."
Ederra groaned. "Oh great. He's a talker too."
That earned another round of laughter — brief, genuine, and oddly comforting — before the distant echo of Fenrir's howl rolled through the morning again, reminding everyone that peace was still fragile.
Epilogue
In the White Void, both Truth and the Dragon of Rebirth were watching.
Truth tilted his head as he spoke. "Now, we are getting the good Stupid". He then pocketed 10 Divin Bucks from winning his bet against the Dragon of Rebirth.
The Dragon of Rebirth just rolled his eyes at his brother as he spoke. "Indeed, things are getting interesting".
Truth catcher as he looked at him. "You said interesting and not amusing? Hey look at you, finally updating with the time".
The Dragon of Rebirth let out a long, rumbling sigh that echoed across the void. "You act as if mortals' slang is worth adapting to," he muttered, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. "You've been spending far too much time listening to their memes."
Truth smirked, twirling the divine bucks between his fingers like poker chips. "Oh please, brother, you just can't admit that mortal entertainment has improved. Besides—" he pointed down toward the world, "—you have to admit, this little story is shaping up nicely. Drama, rebellion, divine irony, and a slime who's half philosopher, half disaster magnet."
The Dragon's tail flicked, shaking ripples of light across the void. "Disaster magnet, yes… philosopher, debatable." He crossed his arms. "Though I'll grant you, this world has begun to shift faster than expected. Fate itself is starting to… hesitate."
Truth chuckled, taking a sip from a mug that appeared out of nowhere labeled 'Worldbuilding Juice'. "That's what happens when I get involved. I make things… entertaining."
The Dragon of Rebirth arched a brow. "Entertaining for you, perhaps. But for them?"
Truth grinned wickedly, leaning back in his invisible chair. "For them—it's character development."
The Dragon sighed again, muttering to himself, "And people wonder why I'm the sane one."
Truth only laughed harder, flicking another divine coin into his brother's direction. "Oh lighten up, Scales-for-Brains. The next chapter's about to start. I bet you ten more divine bucks that the slime causes emotional chaos again."
The Dragon just stared blankly before turning back toward the swirling images of the mortal world. "…You're on."
To be continued hope people like this ch and give me power stones and enjoy