Dextra Palma. The new world Jack was a fantasy world through and through. Levels. Classes. Monsters. Magic. Jack's soul was brought to the Inera Continent in the city of Holia.
Turns out Jack's arrival was not the majestic star-filled entrance he imagined. He plopped onto stone with a wet squelch. Cold and weak, a single thought dominated: Maybe I made a mistake.
Below Jack was a magic circle: a summoning circle that resembled those you see in hero summons. Recognizing the circle, he looked up.
A giant face was looking up at him. The priestess's eyes bulged. Her rosy lips twisted in utter shock, her breath hitching so dramatically it made him vibrate.
Before Jack could even process her form, he was already enveloped by her grasp.
"WHY ARE YOU A SLIME!"
Her voice boomed, a cataclysm of fury and despair that echoed off ancient stone walls. It ringed in his brain or core? He had no idea what slime anatomy was.
"Quiet, you're giving me a headache."
His voice was the definition of puberty. A squeaky mess. The priestess flinched as if she'd been struck. She stared at her gloved palm, where a single, tiny green slime wobbled.
She frantically started walking up and down.
"I risked my life for this?" she whispered to herself.
"For a talking blob?"
Jack found the strength to bounce. A pathetic little hop that managed to convey all his indignation.
The priestess went on her knees and started praying.
"Holy mother, tell me why?"
As she prayed, Jack took in the scene. He was in a massive chamber, all stone arches and flickering torches. It gave off eerie vibes. Like a forbidden temple that a priestess was obviously not supposed to be in.
Suddenly, the priestess stood up, her prayer forgotten. Her pale hands started to glow. The goldish hue made Jack a little nervous.
[Host, that spell does 15 damage.]
The system chimed in.
15 damage? That didn't seem so bad.
[HP: 5/5] The system updated, and Jack's confidence evaporated.
"Whoa, hold on there, holy lady," Jack projected, trying to keep the squeak from his tone.
"Let's not get hasty."
The holy lady closed her eyes.
"Maybe if I erase all traces of the demonic ritual, they won't hunt me," she muttered to herself, more than to him.
She was going to kill him. Not out of malice, but for convenience. A clean-up detail.
[Danger detected.]
The system unhelpfully added.
Fear, primal and absolute, surged through Jack's gelatinous body.
"Holy spear," she said as a spear formed in her palm. The golden aura around the weapon made the torches look like mere candles.
He had seconds before disintegration.
She launched it.
Jack's had to quickly push himself into a narrow crack between two stone tiles in the floor. The spear scorched the spot he'd just occupied, the heat of its passing sizzling the edges of his slime ass like a hotdog.
[HP: 1/5]
His health bar was a sliver. He could feel it: his body felt thin, transparent, like water on the verge of evaporation.
"But I didn't get hit? How Did I lose hp."
[Splash damage from the heat.]
Jack grumbled something incomprehensible at this system.
Crawling in between the stone tiles, dodging more and more holy spears, he berated the system for its uselessness.
Discount-binAI.
"Where is my system? My skill page?"
His mind raced, trying to access the menus and windows he'd grown so familiar with in his games. As if responding to his frantic thought, a simple window materialized in the slime's consciousness.
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Skills: Slime Throw (1)
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"That's it? One skill? Slime Throw?" His despair morphed into a kind of gallows humor.
"Talking blob," the priestess was muttering again, her pacing resuming.
"Heretic summoning… it has to be destroyed."
She raised her glowing hands once more, forming another shimmering spear of golden light.
He had to move. Pushing with all his remaining strength, he oozed out from the crack. He focused on her feet.
"Slime throw!" he commanded.
A tiny droplet, barely the size of a tear, launched from his body, hitting the priestess shoes.
[Damage Dealt: 0.01]
The priestess twitched.
It was less an attack and more of a cold, unpleasant surprise. She looked down. There was a green splotch on her white shoe. That was it.
"You oozed on me?" Her voice trembled with an odd mix of revulsion and disbelief.
"Without performing the sacred ritual of hand-holding."
Her grip on her magic tightened, the light flaring.
"Your sins compound, little demon. I Jeanne D'Amain shall have to cleanse the world of you and your insolence"
But before she could act on her threat, her eyes darted to the door of the chamber.
"Why holy mother," she whispered.
Heavy footsteps and a muffled, domineering-sounding cough echoed from beyond the heavy stone door. Jeanne grabbed Jack, her fingers pinching his small mana core. He was hanging like a baby cat.
"You will suffer with me," she muttered as a smile stretched her lips. One would have mistaken that smile for kindness. The way her eyes lit up it was like the spark of a madman finding a new toy.
Jack's body tingled. Maybe he'd have better luck with whatever was behind that door. Maybe they would take him in as a refuge? An innocent slime? A slime with the vocal cords of a pre-teen on the verge of a voice crack was not on the high list for demonic creatures.
Right before the wooden door of the chamber opened, Jeanne stuffed him into her shirt. Right between the fabric and her chest. The soft fabric and her rapid heartbeat created a weird sense of comfort.
"Hey listen..."
The jiggle of her breasts made him pur. He stopped himself before he enjoyed it too much.
"I think I'd rather stay with the new..."
Glowing swords cut through the door. Full-body-armoured knights burst through it. Golden armour. It was no doubt paladins. They held large crosses on their shoulders, like a batman signal that screamed 'heretics beware'.
One of them locked eyes with Jack who was peeking outside of Jeanne's cleavage.
"By the saints, what is that, a rat?"
The one in front pointed with her sword.
"Regardless kill it."
She said this like she'd ask someone to pass the salt at dinner.
Jack retreated back into her cleavage. Safer than the paladins and maybe he'd get squished to death which was arguably a better way to die than being turned to holy ash.
As he was thinking Jeanne jumped throughed a window, into the streets of Holia with four paladins after them.