Slime Immortal.

Chapter 17 Warm Night
The bonfire dispelled the darkness, the flames passed through the green gel, and the slime's body glowed with amber like a gem.

Chen Yu collapsed into a liquid puddle and sat on a tree stump, comfortably warming himself by the fire.

Sergash was right, monsters are indeed afraid of fire.

The moment he saw the fire, the slime instinctively felt a little fear, but soon the "Slime Warrior" took effect and he easily suppressed the instinct.

Sergash sat aside, stringing the moss monsters together with wooden sticks and roasting them over the fire until they were sizzling with oil.

The aroma of oil wafted around, and monsters in the darkness were ready to move, but they never dared to come close.

One reason is that the raging flames make the monsters instinctively feel fear.

The second reason was the seemingly harmless slime next to the campfire.

Any predator with a bit of brains could smell the dangerous aura emanating from it.

At least it exists like the stinging bee.

They were afraid to move forward and eventually retreated quietly.

Sergash, who was paying attention to his surroundings, breathed a sigh of relief and handed the roasted moss monster skewered with oak branches to Chen Yu.

Looking at the slime beside her grunting as it devoured the skewers, she felt a sudden urge to blaspheme and wanted to reach out and touch it.

"Segash, won't you eat?"

Chen Yu looked up at the dazed Sergash and felt strange.

"Oh……!"

Sergash came to his senses and felt ashamed of his momentary thoughts.

"Segash, what are you thinking about?"

"That is Putu's messenger. Be respectful to him."

"Awe."

She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and returned to the solemn and sacred task of barbecuing for the envoy.

The moss monster was roasted to the perfect temperature, retaining its crispness and tenderness while sizzling with oil and having a fresh wood fragrance, which whetted Chen Yu's appetite.

After swallowing a few more moss monsters, he asked about what was happening outside.

"Are you the only Scaled Shedder left in the tribe? Are your companions looking for you?"

"Huh? What?"

When Sergash came to his senses, he realized what Chen Yu had asked.

She became a little depressed.

"The corrupted faith spread during the winter years, when few Lizardmen in the tribes believed in the corrupted Morgul, until..."

"Priest Zulok openly called on his people to embrace corruption. He claimed that corrupting Morgul would give us enough strength to hunt larger beasts and monsters like gnolls, and we wouldn't have to go hungry anymore..."

"So you believe it?"

Chen Yu swallowed a moss monster with a curious look in his eyes.

"Some of the tribesmen believed it, and amidst starvation and cold, a fierce conflict erupted in the tribe. My father... died resisting Zulok... My sister and I organized the last remaining force of Scaled Shedders, escaped Zulok's encirclement, and hid in the swamp forest."

"We were exiled for several months, relying on our faith in nature to avoid danger time and time again, and finally made it to the beginning of spring..."

"But in the end, we were forced to separate because of the hunting of the Jackals... I still don't know whether my sister is still alive."

"You still have a sister."

"Well, her name is Semiya. She's the bravest warrior in our tribe. In the presence of all her fellow tribesmen, she single-handedly slew the terrifying bugbears and completed the tribe's trials while bathed in blood."

"Trial?"

Chen Yu captured the key words.

"Yes, this is a ritual passed down from generation to generation in our Scale Claw Tribe. When a lizardman defeats an unbeatable enemy under the witness of his fellow tribesmen, he will receive the gift of the Spirit of Life and become even stronger and more powerful."

Isn't this a reputation title? Chen Yu is now certain that the native creatures of Zearella who can obtain reputation titles seem to have entered a higher level of life.

Just like him.

Evolved from a minion monster to an elite monster.

Although the elite slime can still be killed with one foot for some monsters, it is at least a good start.

Chen Yu wanted to ask something else, but seeing Sergash reminiscing, he finally didn't say anything and let her think quietly.

As the night deepened, the glow of the fluorescent moss grew dimmer.

The bonfire was still burning, but the flames were no longer enough to dispel the dim darkness, which gradually surrounded it and shrank in front of the shelter made of branches and leaves.

"Go to sleep, and remember to get up and add more firewood in the middle of the night."

Chen Yu jumped onto a rock farther away from the campfire, feeling the cool moisture and replenishing the water in his body.

Roasting by the fire was extremely comfortable for him, but it was easy to dry out the gel, so he couldn't keep roasting it.

"If you don't mind, squeeze in with me?"

Segash crawled onto the bed of leaves and asked carefully.

Chen Yu did not reply. He collapsed on the stone, practicing the Sanyuan Sect's technique of Kaiyuanbao Scroll, and had already entered a state of meditation.

Ze'arila's spiritual energy is quite thin, but after all, even a mosquito leg is still meat.

The peak time is at night and early morning, which is perfect for cultivation.

Practicing with two bodies together will have better results.

After he entered the state of cultivation, the slime's body slowly emitted a faint fluorescent light. Some tiny, almost invisible light spots quietly seeped out from the surrounding air, soil, and even leaves, lingering around it.

The light is soft and pure, sacred and natural, as if it condenses the essence of the moonlight, giving people a sense of peace of mind.

Sergash lay on the bed of leaves, watching this scene. His heart, which should have been uneasy due to the unfamiliar environment, unexpectedly calmed down, like a drifting boat that found a quiet harbor.

She murmured a prayer for Putu, her eyelids gradually grew heavy, and she finally fell asleep, her breathing steady and long.

Sleep soundly.

……

In the next few days, Chen Yu practiced archery while waiting for Sergash to recover from his injuries.

Four days passed by in a flash, and during this time no lizardmen or gnolls came to visit.

Ignoring the new resident, Segash, the swamp forest is no different from before.

On this day, Chen Yu felt as if he had grown bigger again, and always felt that the original beetle helmet had become a little crowded.

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Race: Acid Slime
Level: Black Iron Lv.3 [EXP: 0/30]
Cultivation: Qi Training Level 3 [Spiritual Power: 12/30]
Health Status: Healthy [HP: 105/105]
Racial Talent: Devouring and Digesting Lv.2
Other talents: Acid secretion Lv.2
Skills: Kaiyuanbaojuan Lv.4, Object Control Lv.3, Small Archery Lv.1, Sound Transmission Lv.1
Prestige Title: Slime Warrior (Fledgling Slime)
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To be honest, after upgrading to Black Iron Lv.3, he only felt that his health was thicker and he was more resistant to attacks, but there seemed to be no other changes.

Oh no.

In addition, the amount of acid that the magic organ can condense at one time has increased.

Chen Yu lurked in the swamp, spying on the busy oak territory—the stinging bees were lingering around the oaks, feeding and harvesting moss monsters, while the group of beetles still lingered under the trees and refused to leave.

The two seem to be in a stalemate.

However, after these days of recuperation, Segash's injuries have completely recovered.

He felt the time had come.

It's time to drive these monsters out of our territory.

(End of this chapter)