Yet again, Earthlings were summoned.

A dying Time God, already half-corrupted, descended upon Earth with nothing but a single, blinking eye. No body. No mercy. Before he could explain why the other world was collapsing—or what happened—he died.
The chosen were cursed.
Each Earthling aged from 12 to 60 was reincarnated into another world.
Each was trapped in an isolated time loop.
Each was abandoned without answers.
Ganesh chose to reincarnate as the weakest race imaginable: a slime.
Not for survival—but because the system offered him a trait, very powerful:
Eternal Mastery [Mythic].
With every death, his body reset.
With every loop, his masteries, learned techniques, and pain carried over.
He awakened in a slime farm, where slimes were bred like cattle, harvested for food, and burned alive for amusement. He learned quickly.
He died quickly.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Across loops, Ganesh experimented with his own existence—
Fire Slime {Uncommon}. Water Slime {Uncommon}. Acid Slime {Uncommon}.
Elemental Slime {Rare+}. Spirit Slime {Legendary}.
Dragon Slime {Mythic}.
Even Primordial Slime {Divine}.
But strength revealed truth.
Humans had erased their own history using sealed artifacts.
Demons were branded as betrayers.
Gods fought unholy beings elsewhere—leaving their failures behind.
Beneath ruined cities and sealed fortresses, eldritch creatures waited—
Rituals granted power along with a curse.
Artifacts erased wills.
Faith was devoured before it could bloom.
And the deeper Ganesh went, the clearer it became:
The world had lost hope and was corrupted with Eldritch.
Even the sun and moon were taken over by Eldritch.
Now, as gods fall, timelines fracture, and ancient wars resurface, Ganesh must decide—
Will he save the world
Or will he follow the same path…
and become something unholy himself?
Dark Fantasy • Time Loop • Eldritch Horror • Progression Fantasy
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Elder Slime spread out the map and pointed. "We have to avoid this place." 


Everyone peeked in. It was just five kilometers away from them. 


'A skull mark… and some weird scribble,' Slime#47 mused, tilting his body. With that mark, he knew it meant death or something very dangerous. 


"Why?" Little Slime asked doubtfully. 


"This area houses a C-rank monster—Rock Fist Mandrill. If we even breathe near it, we're dead," Elder Slime said flatly.


'C‑rank? Monsters are also divided like adventurers, it seems…' Young Slime mused and asked, "So the monster I killed was?" 


"It's E‑rank," Elder Slime answered. 


'Same as… that slime farm owner…' Slime#47 thought. 


"Elder… monsters and demons… what's the real difference?" Cow#1 asked, ears trembling.


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