Seraphina crept through the violet forest, her boots sinking softly into the moss. The floating islands above reflected golden light, but her attention was on the shadows below, searching for the weakest prey. She knew she needed practice—starting small—but even a single slime felt intimidating in her untrained hands.
Ahead, a faint squelch caught her ear. She ducked behind a mossy root and spotted it: a small slime, barely larger than a basketball, its translucent green body pulsing lazily.
[Name: Slime | Type: Beast | HP: 10 | Attack: 1 | Defense: 0 | Speed: 0.5 | Intelligence: Minimal]
Her lips curved into a shy, mischievous smile. This should be easy enough… maybe.
She crouched, pulling her fists back. Then reality hit: her chest, full and heavy, shifted with every movement, pulling her balance forward awkwardly. Her narrow waist offered little support against the weight of her exaggerated proportions, and every swing of her arms felt awkwardly uncoordinated. Her wide hips made pivoting difficult; even stepping quickly required effort. The forest floor was slippery, and she stumbled slightly on the moss.
With a deep breath, she swung at the slime. Her knuckles sank slightly into the gelatinous body, but the impact was far less effective than she expected. The slime wobbled, barely reacting, and slid forward. Seraphina staggered, her chest bouncing with the motion, throwing her off balance. She tried to pivot for a kick, but her hips resisted the movement, forcing her to awkwardly shuffle her feet.
"Ugh… why is this harder than I imagined?" she murmured, breath catching in her throat. She felt her cheeks flush—not from exertion, exactly, but from embarrassment at how clumsy she looked. Her wide, innocent eyes glimmered with frustration and determination.
She jabbed again, this time stepping back deliberately, trying to control her torso as her chest pressed against her arms. The slime pulsed toward her lazily, its minimal movements making her overthink every strike. She swung again—clumsy, off-balance, yet slightly more effective. The gelatinous body shivered, wobbling violently. Her arms ached, her legs trembled, and sweat dampened her hair.
After several minutes of awkward, uncoordinated strikes and dodges, she finally managed a decisive hit to the slime's center. It quivered and collapsed, dissolving into a puddle of green ooze. Seraphina sank to her knees, heaving for air. Every muscle screamed, her exaggerated body having made every swing and pivot a struggle. Her chest heaved heavily with each breath, and the weight of her body made her feel clumsier than she had ever felt in her mundane world.
[Slime Defeated ]
She glanced at the system screen. The slime's stats had guided her, but the system remained silent—no encouragement, no interference, only numbers floating faintly in her vision.
[Cultivation : none]
[ EXP: 0.5 / 10]
[Shop points: 0.05]
She groaned softly, not even up to 1 exp.
when will she get to 10 exp.
Her body ached more than she expected. Each exaggerated curve, each heavy sway of her chest, every narrow twist of her waist had made the fight a struggle. Even a weak slime had required all her strength, all her focus.
A soft breeze rustled the violet forest. Seraphina flexed her sore fingers, brushing moss from her knees, and blinked at the floating islands above. Somewhere, more creatures stirred. She wasn't strong yet; her body was a hindrance as much as a weapon, but she had survived. She had fought. She had learned.
A shy, mischievous grin crept across her face. This is just the beginning…
Her heart raced as she crouched once more, scanning the undergrowth for the next slime. Each movement required calculation now, accounting for her chest's weight, the sway of her hips, and the awkward leverage of her limbs. Every strike was deliberate, every pivot planned.
She didn't need it yet. The shop could wait. She needed the raw, exhausting thrill of struggle—the first taste of real combat against a living creature, where her exaggerated body made even the simplest kill a challenge.
With careful, awkward steps, she advanced toward the next slime, wide-eyed, breathless, and determined. Each swing of her fists, each shuffle of her feet, each precarious pivot reminded her that the path ahead would be neither easy nor graceful.