It’s dark.

Where is this? Rather…what happened?
If I remember correctly, I think I was being made fun of…something about being a sage or great sage…

And then I fully regained my consciousness.

Back then on the road, I protected my junior from work, from a random slasher, but got myself stabbed.

Anyhow, For the cool me to become fl.u.s.tered, at least it has to be on the level of during the time I was an elementary schooler, when I was unable to suppress the urge to sh*t my pants.

Not knowing what to do, I tried scratching my head…to find that my hands weren’t responding.

How disorienting.

Oi oi, just wait a second.

In these kind of moments I’m supposed to count prime numbers, right?

Wrong. This isn’t it. In the first place, 1 isn’t a prime number was it?

This isn’t the time to be saying such stupid things, aren’t I in deep trouble?

Perhaps…could it be that it’s too late to do anything other than to panic?
I hastily check whether I was hurting anywhere.

There is no pain. I feel comfortable.

I’m a little relieved about that.

What does this mean?

To begin with, I can’t open my eyes.
I’m in some pitch-dark s.p.a.ce, unable to see a thing.

My heart was gripped in a terrible anxiety I’ve never felt before.

Though only my awareness remains, maybe my nerves have been severed which is why I can’t move?

When I think I’ve been finally saved, it turns out I’m a human vegetable. This is the worst, but at least my lower half is fortunate enough to feel something.

My mind fills with the worst imaginations, beginning to turn the initial confusion into despair.

I want you to just think about it.

When you can only wait for the encroaching madness, it’s impossible not to despair.
But at that moment,

A sound of touching something,

And I felt it with my body.

I focus all of my senses on that touching sensation.

As I concentrated further on that area being touched, I came to vaguely understand the span of my own body. Occasionally, I could feel pointy ends prodding me in places.

Even now, I was still blind in the darkness. However, of all the five senses, I experienced the sense of touch again.
Becoming interested, as I tried moving towards that gra.s.s,

Slither.

And I felt myself moving.

I…moved?!
At this moment, I clearly confirmed that I was not on top of a hospital bed. It was because in the area below my…stomach? I could feel the shape of something rugged, like rock.

I see…I have no idea what’s going on, but apparently I’m not at a hospital.

Seeing as I also can’t hear a single sound, it’s most likely I’ve gone deaf.
Though I’m not sure where my head is, I keep moving closer to the gra.s.s. Directing my consciousness towards the gra.s.s making contact with my body, I follow that sensation.

I can’t smell a thing. Perhaps, I’ve lost my sense of smell as well?

I don’t want to admit it, but I have a hunch that the shape of my body is strangely similar to that of a certain streamlined, jelly-like “monster”, which is quite popular among RPG lovers.
Such thoughts have been going through my mind for a while now.

No no…that can’t be the case, really. However the circ.u.mstances may be, that just can’t…

I decided, I would try the one last untested sense of the five human senses.
But I don’t know where my mouth is. What to do?…

Suddenly, a voice sounded in my head.

Ha?

Unique skill [Predator]…you say?

I did feel like I was hearing a weird voice, even when I was talking with Tamura, so it wasn’t just my imagination?

Nevertheless, this puts me on edge. It was, rather than someone being nearby…I had a feeling that the words were surfacing from within my mind.
It gave me the impression of something inhuman, or should I say, like the automated sounds of a computer.

For the time being, it’s a NO!

In my mind I thought “NO”, and waited to see what would happen.

Apparently, it doesn’t ask for a second confirmation. Did I choose wrong? Is this a game you get stuck on if you don’t say yes?

Calling out to me just to ask a question, then neglecting me. Such an impolite guy.

I was somewhat regretful.

Well, it can’t be helped now.
I’ll continue from where I left off testing my sense of taste.

I move my body towards that gra.s.s from before. Concentrating on the part of my body in contact with the gra.s.s, I confirmed where it was and leaned on it.

While I was confirming that, the gra.s.s in contact with my body began to dissolve. I wondered if my body was melting, but it seems only the gra.s.s was affected.

Apparently, I dissolved and absorbed the gra.s.s. In other words, instead of using a mouth, my body can absorb gra.s.s through contact.
By the way, there was no flavor at all.

To sum it all up, it’s like this.

And that means, I really did die from getting stabbed?
It’s not really a question though, I’m pretty sure of that fact now. That being the case, I’ve concluded that this isn’t the hospital, but a rocky area that allows for gra.s.s to grow.

What happened to Tamura?

Has my PC been safely destroyed?

Or should I say…wait up.

Once again, I began focusing on sensing my body.

Jiggle. Jiggle.

My body was moving rhythmically.

And…

How could this be!

What, how idiotic! This is unacceptable!!!
PR/N: *Chuckle Chuckle*

While sensing the boundaries of my body, however I looked at it, I ended up being reminded of that “thing”.

It’s not like I dislike them okay? Yeah. I even think they’re adorable in a way!

Nevertheless, I suppose there’s no other way than to face the reality…

That somehow, I’ve been reincarnated as a slime.

Munch munch.
Munch munch munch.

There I was, eating gra.s.s.

Cause, I’ve-Got-Time, yo!

After grudgingly accepting the fact that I was a slime, the days pa.s.sed reasonably well.
To start with, in the beginning, I was first concerned with food supply.

I was set on testing to see if a slime’s body could feel hunger. Just to be sure, I moved while checking the immediate surroundings, and found a place where gra.s.s was plentiful.

When needed, I could feed on the gra.s.s, and as for water I’d somehow make do with gra.s.s sap.

Afterwards, I began experimenting

I tried sleeping, but never felt drowsy at all.

Trying to play s.h.i.+ritori alone was simply futile, so what could I do by myself to kill time…
*s.h.i.+ritori = j.a.panese word-chain game

If the internet was available, I’m confident I could waste away any amount of time, but there’s no cellphone games or anything at all.

Meditating like an ascetic monk, just isn’t possible for an amateur.

Up till then I hadn’t felt the slightest hint of other creatures.

Thanks to that, I’ve been living peacefully without fearing for my life.
And so, at the end of enduring the glorious pain (to my mind) I was able to come to a conclusion.

I don’t get hungry. Also, I don’t require sleep.

Not once did my stomach growl, nor did I become drowsy.

During that period, I didn’t hear that odd voice in my mind again. Though I wouldn’t mind his company right now.

Since there’s nothing else to do, I’m eating gra.s.s for the sensation of popping bubble-wrap it gives.

Lately, I’ve discovered in my body, that the gra.s.s I absorb is being decomposed and the broken down components are acc.u.mulating.

I was just afraid, that if I didn’t do something I would go mad.

At this point, I found something of a mystery.
It was a question formed long ago upon discovering my lack of appet.i.te for food, in relation to excrement. I had no need for food, but what about excretion?

The answer? It’s unnecessary!

It’s not strange that a slime doesn’t need to eject waste, but then, where does all the gra.s.s I’ve harvested disappear to?

Just what is going on?

Say what? I got a reply!!!
But did I ever use the skill? I replied “NO” back then.

What did you say…. This time a smooth reply came. Leaving that aside, I want to know, what happens when you use the skill?

Predation: Draws the target into the “Stomach”. However, if the target is a sentient creature, the probability of success will greatly decrease.

Affected targets: Not limited to organic matter and inorganic matter, also affects skills and magic.

a.n.a.lysis: Able to a.n.a.lyze and research targets affected by Predation. Craftable items can be produced. Copies of materials can be produced. Upon succeeding in a.n.a.lyzing the technique formula, the targeted skill or magic can be acquired.

Stomach: Stores targets affected by Predation. Also, able to store materials produced through a.n.a.lysis. Anything stored in the “Stomach” will be unaffected by time.

Mimesis: Able to mimic the appearance of target affected by Predation, gaining equal ability to the target. However, limited to targets that have been successfully a.n.a.lyzed for information.

Isolation: Stores harmful elements that are unable to be a.n.a.lyzed. Targets are rendered harmless, and converted to magical energy.

Those were the explanations for the 5 main abilities>

Eh?… Eh?

Wait, before that,
The voice that answers my questions, what is it? Is somebody there?

Great Sage huh…. It was so bothersome when it was making fun of me, but now it’s become so reliable. I’ll be relying on it more from now on.

Perhaps this loneliness that I believed to be endless can be healed.

For the first time in a while, I experienced my heart grow lighter.

Status

Species: Slime
t.i.tles:     None

Magic:     None

Skills: Unique Skill 『Great Sage』

Slime Inherent Skills 『Dissolution, Absorption, Self-Regeneration』

Resistances:

Physical Attack Resistance

Electrical Resistance
Paralysis Resistance


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