Girl in the Box: Please tell me why I was reincarnated as a mimic monster!

I asked Nao if she had any clothes for Xiao to change into, and she replied that it was true; bringing a change of clothes into the maze was obviously not a practical thing.

I remembered that I had some equipment at my original home that could be used as clothing, so I left Xiao with Nao and went to get it myself.

Hmm, it's mine to begin with, why can't I take it?

Anyway, I'm on my way home now. Since slimes definitely wouldn't want my stuff, it won't hurt to go back and grab a few things.

Tsk... Why should I justify my actions?! It's clearly mine!

You know why I didn't bring Xiao along, right? I don't want things to escalate like that.

However, the journey back was a little too peaceful. No traps, no monsters, it was all too easy...

Something feels off about this maze. That pervert doesn't seem to be following me anymore... What's going on?

"What's going on? Why haven't Leila and the others come back yet?"

"Knight, calm down."

"How can you be so calm? They're with that guy!"

"I mean, there's nothing we can do now that you're in such a hurry. Let's go find them together."

"Eh? Why…"

"What's wrong? Are you going to leave me behind?"

On my journey, I encountered two humans: a young girl who looked like a mage and a man clad in full armor. Thanks to my ability to understand all languages, I was able to comprehend their conversation. It seemed their teammates had encountered trouble and hadn't been able to arrive on time.

Now they're going to go find them directly... Hmm... a warrior and a mage combo isn't bad, right?... I wonder what the guy would think if it were him...

Wait, no, wake up! This isn't a game; you can't think like that.

The road they were taking happened to be the road to my house. Although following them was a bit dangerous, they didn't seem to care about what was behind them, and it seemed like they could just go through like that without any problem.

And I'm also quite curious... what happened over there...

"I'm sorry—" Leila suppressed her emotions and stabbed her childhood sweetheart in the back.

He was speechless, only staring at her with disbelief in his eyes. Finally, he collapsed, his eyes still open, fixed on her.

This knife pierced right through his heart; there was no hope of saving him.

Serion emitted an ominous bloody light, draining Mode of his remaining life force and blood, including what had flowed out. Mode was now a dried-up corpse.

forgive me……

Leila didn't draw the dagger, but left it on Mord. She pulled out Serion, which had returned to its original form, the blade still stained with Mord's blood, reflecting Leila's face in a rather ironic way.

Peller stepped forward, snatched Serreon away, and slapped Leila across the face.

"Damn it. You kept me waiting this long." Peller slapped her again. "I told you to take care of those two guys right away. And you're only doing it now? Wait, I'll teach you a lesson when we get back!"

"I'm so sorry... Your Highness..." Leila didn't raise her head, but just touched the spot where she had been slapped.

"I've raised you for so long not so you could support these useless pieces of trash!" Peller's eyes were icy cold. "Get rid of Knight too, that woman is no longer needed."

“Yes… Your Majesty.” Leila’s voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Get your ass off to them right now." Peller kicked her. "Those two are on their way here. Go and kill them. There won't be a next time."

Peller issued his ultimatum, then, holding Serion's hand, walked toward the slime. Leila immediately left to find Nekonet.

Because she had been Peller's slave for three years. In order to enable everyone to live a better life, she went to the labyrinth alone to complete a quest, but accidentally nearly died and was saved by Peller who happened to be passing by.

When she woke up, she had been forced to sign a slave contract, the contract's owner being Peller. Initially, she resisted, but for various reasons, she submitted to this man for the sake of survival.

But she had become somewhat twisted; she was no longer acting for everyone's lives and happiness, but for herself. Holding the last dagger, she approached her two remaining companions.

The purpose was to send them to see Mode.

"Ah, sorry to keep you waiting, monster." Peller walked towards the slime, brandishing the ominous sword. "I don't have any more burdens here. But you, shouldn't you get rid of this pig?"

"You scumbag..."

Peller heard a language in his mind, a human language. He was pleasantly surprised; he knew who was speaking to him—it was the slime.

"Wow, you can even talk!" Peller looked at it with interest.

This time, the slime didn't reply, only staring at him as if he were a clown. Peller frowned, then suddenly turned and delivered a diagonal slash to his back. Something fell to the ground, and crimson blood splattered on him like a vengeful ghost.

The fallen creature was the Flame Mountain Elephant, which had attempted a sneak attack. Its head was severed, and even its lava armor could not stop the advance of the sharp blade.

"Ha... The troublesome pig is gone, what do you want to do now?" Peller slung his sword over his shoulder and looked down at the slime.

Then he realized something was wrong, and his face turned deathly pale.

The concentration of magic energy in the surrounding area suddenly increased, as if it were a deadly poison. It then transformed into light particles that formed countless magic circles, illuminating the entire space with the various colors of light from these magic circles.

Hey, hey... this is interesting.

All types of magic, in unknown quantities, were aimed at Peller.

Chapter 61 The Slime's Defeat

There were so many that Peller couldn't count them all at once; it was so overwhelming that he felt his eyes were filled with magical light, making it hard to open them.

However, it was precisely this that excited Peller. This was a rare opportunity, like fighting a magical army.

Before he could speak again, all the spells were unleashed and erupted, the intense magical light burning Peller's eyes.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

As a martial artist, Peller's combat skills are commendable. Although he has no great achievements, he can already sense the flow of magic energy.

The first red light flashed before his eyes, but that wasn't the first magic to reach him; it was the magic from the other side, from behind.

Peller sidestepped, causing the magic behind him to miss. The white magical light swept past him and collided with the red magical light. Such an attack was too hasty; the magic had not yet taken shape and posed no real threat.

The real threat is yet to come: the magic that's still gathering power. That's terrifying. Just how much magic does this slime have at its disposal?

Swinging his Serion, Peller slashed down the incoming magic—another fireball. He could roughly guess what the next spell would be, but things didn't go as smoothly as he'd imagined.

What flew in this time wasn't magic, but something else entirely.

Paralyzing splinters.

This slime's favorite weapon was a hidden weapon, something Peller had no idea the slime could use. Leila hadn't told him.

Because the splinters were so small, Peller almost didn't notice them. By the time he did, seven or eight splinters had already pierced his body.

"cut!"

Although there was some numbness, it wouldn't take effect so quickly if he took it out immediately. The slime wouldn't let him have his way, and both ice and fire magic flew over at the same time.

Caught off guard, Peller first slashed away at the fire magic, then used his left hand to block the ice magic. Now his left hand is temporarily unusable.

But this is much better than damaged weapons.

However, during this short period of time, all the remaining magic had already been activated. Peller sensed the fluctuation of magic energy and immediately ran away.

He immediately hid behind the corpse of the Flame Mountain Elephant, using its body to block the magic. However, the magic was so powerful that it directly destroyed the Flame Mountain Elephant's corpse. After removing the wooden splinter, Peller ran away.

The space was filled with magical light, making it difficult to discern what kind of magic was attacking him. He used his sword to disperse it all in one go, and with all his might, he carved a bloody path towards the spellcaster, the slime.

To capture a thief, capture the king first; to shoot a man, shoot a horse first.

"Oh oh la la la la!"

The Serion blade, imbued with Peller's magic, transformed into an ominous sword wreathed in crimson light. The blade suddenly lengthened, and Peller tore through everything in its path, the magical circle slashing directly at the slime.

The slime's color changed abruptly, turning silver-gray, and it managed to withstand the attack from Serion. Serion didn't manage to cut it, indicating that its hardness completely surpassed that of the Flame Mountain Elephant.

The next moment, the slime suddenly split in two, and the two slimes changed color, one becoming gold and the other red. The gold slime released a powerful lightning strike, paralyzing Peller in place, while the red slime, wreathed in flames, slammed into Peller with a bang, sending him flying.

The dull thud traveled directly from his bones to his ears; Peller could hear the sound of his ribs breaking, and quite a few of them at that.

Oh, it smells a bit burnt. Wow, this is amazing. It's probably a burn.

Peller rolled twice on the ground, but the slime did not stop its pursuit. The golden slime unleashed a lightning strike, while the red slime bounced and accelerated against the stone wall, appearing as a streak of red light to ordinary people.

By planting Serion in the ground to slow himself down, Peller managed to stand still and avoid the lightning strike. With lightning speed, he unleashed the Reverse Robe, hitting the oncoming red slime squarely.

The red slime unleashed a magical circle the instant it collided with Serion, exploding in flames and blasting itself away. However, the flames didn't affect it; instead, they blasted it back.

Serion's slash missed, and Peller pulled back, chasing after him with another horizontal slash. The golden slime had already crashed into him, hitting his feet and causing him to lose his balance.

The red slime managed to escape the attack, while the golden slime began releasing electricity at point-blank range, making it a very troublesome situation.

By this time, Peller was completely in the zone; to be precise, he was bloodthirsty.

He completely ignored the electric current and the paralysis in his body, grabbed the slime and threw it hard on the ground, then swung his sword down. The golden slime turned silver-gray and blocked the slash once again.

What then...?! Monster...!

An invisible sword aura suddenly appeared behind Serion, adding another slash. The silver-gray slime seemed unable to withstand the attack and turned blue, trying to escape.

How could Peller let it escape like that? Peller had already grabbed Mo's sword and delivered another slash. The slime hadn't anticipated this and quickly cast a spell, creating a gust of wind that allowed it to escape.

The other slime turned earth-colored and released dust to blur Peller's vision, but this didn't do much good, because he had long since given up on relying on his eyes.

"You're here...!"

The place where magic energy flows the fastest is usually where the magic circle appears. Peller instantly found the place where magic energy flowed the fastest and slashed down without hesitation.

"—?!"

The magic circle was shattered by Serion, the magic power turned into light particles and scattered, the sand and dust shrank, and Peller did not hesitate to launch another slash.

This time, it really felt like it hit me; this slime can't escape now. Opening my eyes, I saw a slashed, earth-colored slime, but interestingly, it didn't seem to have much of an impact.

Because this is not the original form, the core stone that forms the slime's core has long been transferred to another slime.

The blue slime had already moved away from Peller and was continuously unleashing wind blades. The high-speed wind blades slashed across Peller's body, leaving countless wounds, and the blood was carried away by the gale.

"So that's how it is, you want me to die from blood loss? That won't do!" Peller grinned ecstatically.

He pushed off the ground with his left foot, propelling himself forward at an accelerated pace, completely ignoring the wind blades and rushing straight to the slime. Only now did he truly unleash his power.

"Hey! Don't forget to fight back! Monster...!"

Serreon abruptly drew away the blood that had scattered in the air, and began to devour Peller's blood like a hungry beast.

Peller, with his golden hair stained crimson, looked like a bloodthirsty monster.

The slime unleashed magic once more, creating a whirlwind to accelerate its escape from Peller's attack range. But Peller, like a relentless, hungry wolf, pounced on its prey and killed it even as it was slashed by countless wind blades.

"Why are you running?! Monster—!" Peller swung his twin swords, slashing through the wind blades as he chased after the slime.

The slime split into two, each escaping in a different direction and simultaneously unleashing different magical circles aimed at Peller.

"I told you everything! Don't—run away!"

Peller roared and hurled Mode's sword, hitting one of the slimes precisely—not the real thing, meaning...

"It's you—!"

The slime abandoned its magic and turned silver-gray. But Peller was one step ahead, using Serion to slice off a small piece of its body, stopping the color change. The slime fell to the ground, pinned down by Peller, unable to struggle.

Slime failed to defeat Peller.

"Heh...is that all you've got?" Peller lost interest again. "Hey, get up and fight back, monster."

The slime didn't respond or move; it was doing its best to repair itself. Peller raised his foot and stomped down hard, worsening the slime's injuries.

However, if this were a normal slime, it would have been reduced to pieces long ago.

"You're all that good for being praised by those good-for-nothings?" Peller kicked it away. "I think you're just a piece of trash yourself. I was so looking forward to this."

The slime still didn't react, and Peller had lost patience to wait for it to stand up and fight back again; anyway, the result would be the same.

He approached the slime, lifted Serion high, and then let it fall with the force of gravity. But what he felt in his hand was a different sensation.

That was a harder feel.

"Um……?"

What Peller saw was a mimic glaring at him angrily. This mimic actually had a magic iron chest as its shell; its origins were probably not simple.

Could it be that it is also one of the slime's servants?

While Peller was still thinking about these things, the mimic had already stuffed all the slimes into its mouth. Then, it turned around, stared directly at Peller, and then Peller heard its words—it was another talking monster.

"I don't know why... but I'm really angry right now... Get ready, you bastard! You're about to face my hand grenade!"

shou、shouliudan？

"Tsk?! How did that guy end up there?!" Rielfa was also taken aback by this sudden change.