CHAPTER 58: CHAPTER 58—BETRAYERS

Chapter 58—Betrayers

Elder Slime’s eyes widened at the white‑robed woman’s words. He asked in disbelief, "An imaginary figure, you say... why would demons need to create such a demon?"

"Because... you are traitors. Betrayers of all living beings of the world Divinara," the blue‑haired woman yelled in fear.

She trembled, thinking it was better to die in one blow than be tortured like the young lad before her.

Elder Slime turned pale, "Betrayers...? Betrayers...?" His body wobbled uncontrollably. Young Slime caught him as he almost rolled back.

"What happened, Elder? What did they say?" he asked, doubtful and tense.

’No... impossible. Demons were the first to rush into battle... how could we be betrayers?’ Elder Slime shook inwardly.

He still remembered how demons had been the first to oppose those unholy creatures entering Divinara, while humans and other races stayed silent.

"Nothing..." Elder Slime said flatly, pulling himself out of Red Slime’s grip. He calmed down quickly; he was still an old monster at heart.

He’d felt it wasn’t the time to break Young Slime with the truth.

"Why are demons branded as betrayers?" Elder Slime asked, eyes sharp, expecting an answer that made sense.

"Because in..." the white‑robed woman began.

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"This... can’t be true," Elder Slime muttered later, thinking, ’Someone must be manipulating things from the shadows.’

He clenched his tiny hands. He had never felt this powerless. Taking a deep breath, he asked,

"Why are those unholy creatures the sun and moon now? Why don’t beings like saint kings, hero kings, or demon kings take them down?"

Countless doubts flooded his mind. ’After I was born, I found that octopus and spider had taken over the sky... but I watched them die with my own eyes.’ He had seen them killed with his own eyes by Demon Lord Remora.

Demons had become betrayers. The dead had become somehow alive. The world he’d woken into was no longer familiar.

’The dead can be revived; However, Lord Remora killed them, who can make resurrections impossible when he killed his enemies,’ he mused, feeling something dangerous was going on.

"Unholy creatures? Hahaha. Slime, where did you even pick up that nonsense?" The middle‑aged man with grey hair at his temples laughed—

"Ahhh!"

Flames surged up, burning him. Red Slime didn’t know what information Elder Slime was pulling from them, but that laugh alone was enough to make him raise the fire.

"Stop!" the white-robed woman yelled. "The Sun Goddess and Moon God only turned corrupted because they took their followers’ curses onto themselves!"

’They took it onto themselves? ...What a nice image they’ve crafted,’ Elder Slime’s eyes turned ferocious. He desperately wanted to know who had twisted history to help those unholy creatures.

"You truly don’t know the difference? Between the corrupted who turn into unholy creatures and the real ones who’re born that way?" he asked, stunned they could fail at such basic knowledge.

The white‑robed woman fell silent. She understood now that the scarred slime wanted detailed answers.

She turned her gaze toward the middle‑aged man still burning—and that was enough for Elder Slime to understand. She wanted the flames to stop.

He looked at Red Slime, who snuffed out the fire.

Thud!The man fell to the ground with severe burns but was still alive.

"You... She won’t tell you anything unless you release us!" the blue‑haired woman shouted. She, too, had realized from the earlier exchange that he needed their knowledge and tried to use it against him.

"Idiot," the brown‑haired woman, who had silently listened until now, snapped. She had been through situations like this more than five times.

From experience, when dealing with torturers, you never provoke them. You slowly make them believe they’ll get what they want. The young mage had shattered that chance.

As she expected, Elder Slime’s eyes sharpened. "Child, kill that blue‑haired woman."

The white‑robed woman, noticing the look exchanged between the two slimes, screamed, "No! No! Is there a difference between them?"

She knew she had just lost her only advantage.

Elder Slime raised his tiny palm, signalling Young Slime to stop, and he did.

The blue‑haired woman sighed in relief, noticing Red Slime stop. She decided to keep quiet from now on.

"Yes, there is a difference. They are very, very different. If you believe they’re the same, you’re making a serious mistake," Elder Slime said, covering his eyes with his small palm. ’Why don’t they know this?’

He continued with a sigh, "True unholy creatures can enslave others as minions, grant power, and more. Fake unholy creatures—the corrupted—can’t do any of that. They only get power. But they’re dangerous in another way—they hunt for the best slaves for their masters, and most of the corrupted have masters."

"Hahaha, so you mean the Sun Goddess and Moon God are true unholy creatures?" the brown‑haired woman cackled, laughing like she’d heard the biggest joke in the world, "I’ve never met such an idiot... Ah, right, you’re a slime after all."

She was a devoted follower of the Sun Goddess; how could she accept such blasphemy? The normally calm woman couldn’t tolerate anyone questioning her goddess.

While she raged, the white‑robed woman sank into thought, ’Why haven’t I found that in my research? ...Is he lying?’

She asked, "How can you prove it?"

Elder Slime didn’t even look at the brown‑haired woman. Instead, he grinned at the white‑robed one and answered plainly, "History. Every corrupted being you’ve ever found was corrupted because of true unholy creatures. You should never have found a case where someone turned corrupted from a fake unholy creature."

He pointed his tiny hand toward the sun and asked, "Have you ever found a corrupted being among their devoted followers?"

He was confident in his knowledge. In his era, demons and other races had researched unholy beings in extreme detail. Their powers would not have changed so easily.

His words shook both women to the core.

"No... No... It can’t be," the brown‑haired woman roared, "Iron Body!"

Aura flared around her as she tried to break the Fire Chains.

White robed woman’s eyes sank. "No... this can’t..."

Elder Slime was just about to give an order, but Slime#47 acted first.

"Fireball," he cast swiftly.

A basketball‑sized flame sphere manifested in front of him as the red magic rune flared on his tiny palm.

End of the Chapter.