CHAPTER 91: CHAPTER 89 TREASURE CHEST MONSTER

Some time later.

Li Qing quietly followed these slimes, winding through the paths, and arrived at a slum in this medieval-style western city. In a pile of sticky underground nests, he saw a swarm of wriggling slimes.

At the top was a dark red slime.

This slime was quite interesting.

Its gooey body encased a dead skeletal frame, which formed a humanoid shape and stood in a high place, speaking loudly.

"They turned me into a Cleaning Slime!"

"I’m quite well off! Cleaning garbage in the city, while some of our kind have been taken to upscale places. Do you know what they turned into?"

"They became toilet slimes, became toilet paper! Piled up in the bathroom, passing guests squatted down and just wrapped their butts with slime..."

"I hope our kin will join in resistance, so as not to follow in my footsteps."

It loudly described the plight of the slime race, believing that at this rate, their entire race would be reduced to slaves, born as servants.

"Boo hoo... there’s no hope, really no hope... we’re just too weak..."

"But we have courage!"

"Even if it means death, we will fight to the end!"

Li Qing silently listened, feeling it was indeed tragic.

This wizard’s demon civilization inevitably brings convenience through demons.

But if there’s no intelligence, that’s fine.

The demon in front of him was intelligent, capable of speech, with joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and dignity...

And could the wizards not eliminate the slimes’ intelligence?

It’s that they don’t want to eliminate it.

Because without intelligence, they’re basically useless, and what they need are smart slaves.

Probably another reason is that the brains of Abyssal Life are mostly poisonous, with violent and manic personalities, enjoying the suffering of the weak and even torturing the weak.

Every day watching slimes whine as toilet paper, crazily scrubbing butts.

Every day watching slimes scream as witchcraft targets, continuously wailing... some nobles even treat it as jam, dipping food while chewing and swallowing amidst cries.

This is the Abyss, bizarre, grotesque, evil, survival of the fittest.

Similar things have happened in human history; some peculiar dishes you can’t even imagine.

For example, some enjoy prying open a monkey’s skull, taking a tube, and sucking the brain alive while listening to the monkey’s tragic squeals for flavor.

And similarly cruel dishes are too numerous to detail.

This red slime was named Tukashi.

What surprised Li Qing most was that after this special dark red slime finished its speech, it disbanded the crowd and spat out a pile of bones.

After reverting back to a sticky pile of slime, it quietly headed to the street, expertly ambushing and attacking others.

Glug glug!~

A middle-aged man passing through the alley was instantly enveloped from the roof by it, covered entirely, as if the resident was wrapped in a swamp.

Ooh ooh ooh ooh!~

The struggle became weaker and he finally died.

As the slime gradually started digesting the biological flesh within.

With a pop, blood splattered.

The whole body of the slime began to turn dark red, revealing a human-shaped skeletal structure inside, which started walking step by step.

"Killing you scum is my favorite."

The slime controlled the intact corpse within, forcefully pulling a stiff smile on its face.

The scene was indeed terrifying.

The red slime originally came from infection by the blood of other creatures.

The skeletal structure inside wasn’t performance art but derived from digesting attacked beings, turning into bones.

Li Qing suddenly thought of hearing urban legends of a murderer while passing by.

Several city security officers were searching, with Grand Mage Enna leading the investigation, unexpectedly this "ogre" turned out to be a seemingly weakest slime.

"Kid..."

A voice came from the shadow behind Tukashi in the alley.

Slime turned its head, looking at this mysterious seaweed-like bipedal creature, saying nothing, just quietly staring, "You want to kill me?"

It was a weak slime with no power to resist.

The only means was to stealthily wrap ordinary residents in attack; faced with stronger power, it was powerless.

Yet it showed not a hint of panic, exceedingly calm.

Perhaps it had long been mentally prepared to be captured when attacking other life forms, prepared to gain by killing one.

"No, I just find you interesting."

"Powerlessness, pain, fear, remind me of a little fellow back in the day, also gazing hatefully at the sky in a cave."

Li Qing suddenly reached out his hand, a stream of information entering his brain, "Child, gain this power, let me see how far you can go."

"What is this?"

Tukashi trembled all over.

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His body structure was changing, and a large amount of data was melting into his mind.

That was the half-finished product completed when Li Qing opened the Gate of Truth for the second time, the Crystal Wall Snail.

The potential was extremely immense.

Even in today’s era of upheaval, it is still the pinnacle.

The red slime then revealed a faint smile and suddenly said, "Are you one of the Abyssal Gods from some high tower? Want to overthrow the Emperor? Is there something you want me to do?"

"Do whatever you want to do."

Li Qing faintly smiled, turned around, and left.

He believed this guy’s hatred would be a good pawn.

And his own half-finished product needed some experimental data.

"I..." Tukashi just wanted to say something when he suddenly felt intense pain all over as his genetic structure was being altered. He staggered down a few alleys when suddenly there was a loud shout from afar.

"Found him, found him, it’s the killer!"

The patrol’s voice.

Tukashi’s body was increasingly wracked with pain.

Ah!!

He kept running forward enduring the severe pain, eventually forced to a harbor where he couldn’t help but jump into the seawater.

Blub blub.

His entire body gradually melted, sinking into the endless deep sea, unaware that the skeletons he had devoured within him had undergone massive changes, were swiftly digested, and his exterior covered with a shell.

Gradually, he absorbed various microorganisms at the seabed, transforming into a long black coffin, covered with densely packed swirling murals, continuously sinking deeper.

...

Several days later.

The wizard graduate Rukaxisni returned triumphantly aboard a slime slave ship.

"Be careful, lest the Empire finds out!"

"At least, it’s prohibited openly! If those maritime patrol vessels catch us, all our goods will be confiscated!"

"Those bastards are dirtier than us! Not only will they sell our slaves themselves, but they’ll also send us to the Abyssal Court if we don’t pay up, so be cautious!"

"Little Tom, Jack Su, believe me, this time we’ll definitely make a fortune! Become someone significant, continue our research! I’ll become a Viscount! Lead you to establish our family!"

...

Rukaxisni shouted angrily on the deck.

He wasn’t like those idiots, sailing the usual routes and getting caught by those greedy vampires who extort under the guise of justice.

However, not following the conventional routes meant a high risk of encountering gigantic sea monsters, or even mythical creatures created by the Abyssal Gods, extremely dangerous.

"Don’t worry, as long as ’Fist’ Nokron is on our side, he will surely bless us with a successful return journey."

Rukaxisni knelt before the statue of a Demon Monarch on the deck, humbly and fervently kissing its toes, even polishing them to a shine.

"Oh~ great Ancient Abyss Monarch~~ Eternal Demigod, our ancestor, please bless me~~"

Swish, swash.

The ship was netting fish during its voyage.

But suddenly, the entire net seemed snagged on something, a massive black shadow below. When several sailors pulled it up with effort, it turned out not to be a sea monster, but a mysterious black ancient coffin.

"What is this? So exquisite!"

"Could it be a weapon created by the Abyssal Gods, accidentally lost?"

Instantly, everyone on the deck gathered around to inspect the dripping wet gigantic coffin.

Excitedly, they immediately grabbed crowbars, pried open the coffin, and looked inside.

Inside was filled with thick viscous liquid, and in the center lay a mysterious semi-transparent treasure sword, crystal clear, seemingly with countless streams of clouds rolling within.

Its transparent color remarkably resembled the Crystal Wall.

Everyone present knew at a glance that this sword’s value was undeniable.

"Store it, store it!" Rukaxisni shouted, "Don’t look, don’t look, this is mine! It’s mine!"

He and a few trusted companions stashed the coffin in the treasure room.

After sailing for some time, a sneaky figure quietly opened the room, carefully opened the coffin, and looked at the treasure sword in a state of bliss.

"It’s mine, it should be mine, that greedy captain."

He gently caressed the treasure sword, just about to take it out.

Splurt!

The sword suddenly shot out like a tongue, precisely piercing his brain.

Blub blub.

The entire body was dragged into the coffin, which closed back up as if nothing had happened.

"Where’s Little Tom? Where did he go?"

"I don’t know!"

After a while, everyone noticed the disappearance of a sailor.

Some sailors on the deck panicked and began searching everywhere, shouting, "Little Tom, Little Tom, where have you gone??"