“How are you feeling?”
Zen groaned. Honestly, he felt like this was the worst sleep he had so far. Father Clarence was looking at him with eyes of concern, wondering what the boy did to return to the church this soon. Didn’t he mass craft the healing salves?
Suffocation and drowning were probably some of the more terrifying ways to die. Honestly, Zen preferred to die from fall damage or get beaten up until his HP dwindled away. It would not be as brutal as smelling slime butts. Even getting shot to death might be slightly better. It was less embarrassing if Zen ignored how he died semi-naked.
“Terrible,” Zen groaned as light stabbed his eyes. Reviving in the chapel was a rather odd experience. There was way too much light coming in from the stained glass window beside him, and Father Cl
Once Zen had resistance towards sleep, the purge of blue slimes in the woods became easier. Compared to hyperactive green slimes and hostile orange slimes, these blue slimes were sluggish and did not fight much.Remi and Charlie held their own against the slime and the Gambler discovered by pure luck that the blue blobs were allergic to coffee.Fashioning a water shooting weapon, the trio dominated the woods, killing blue slimes left and right.“Where did you learn how to make a blowgun?” Zen asked the Gambler curiously.Charlie chuckled. Any mafia heir with good education knew the basics. Thankfully, the wood had resources that they could use to transform dried reeds into high-pressure water guns.Zen spat as the
When Zen woke up in the chapel and groaned. The feeling of dying from a fall was certainly more pleasant than smelling blue slime butts. Thankfully, he never needed to do that again. “Welcome back,” Father Clarence smiled serenely and helped Zen sit up. The young chef blushed furiously, embarrassed to be a chapel regular. However, he wasn’t the only one in the chapel’s revival station. Remi was also there, but he still hadn’t regained consciousness. Charlie was nowhere to be found in the chapel, and Zen thought that the Gambler must have gotten away from the spider. He was about to leave Charlie a message to meet them back in town when there was a flash of light and a new coffin in the revival station. Zen chuckled. So Charlie didn’t manage to get away from the
Easy.Zen never thought there would be an easy enemy in this dungeon until he met the yellow slimes. Ignoring how poisonous they were, the yellow slimes were small enough to fit on Zen’s palm, and they only found out about the slimes when Remi accidentally squished on bouncing in their path under his foot.They might be poisonous, but they were by far the cutest monsters Zen saw in the dungeon. There was supremacy in size, and the trio took their anger out on the yellow slimes, stomping and smashing with a large stick while taking care not to come into contact.They had no idea how deadly these little yellow slimes were until some yellow slime goo accidentally splattered on Charlie when Remi got a little too enthusiastic.Nothing happened initially, and the boys la
Zen looked at his newly accepted quest from the shady merchant and sighed. It wasn’t going to be easy.===Main Quest: Slime Hunter 4Objective:- 0/120 orange slimes killed- 0/60 orange slime skinReward: Beginner Armour===Remi and Charlie eyed the reward. Armour! That was going to be their first in-game item, and they hoped it would be useful. Zen looked at the reward and had different thoughts. Could armour and weapons be upgraded in this game? He saw an armoury and a blacksmith in the starter town. The NPCs offered side quests, and Zen wondered what the trigger was to get the b
Lying in the field free from orange slimes, Zen looked up to the sky as clouds drifted by lazily. His virtual game was making him work out more than he ever did in both his lives. The young chef wondered what would happen if he told Remi and Charlie that he lost count and they were closer to having three hundred orange slime skins now.“Are we finally done?” Charlie wheezed.The chase was hell for the trio, who took turns resting on the tree. Zen checked the time. They spent way less time hunting orange slimes than killing green slimes. However, this was three times more tiring.Zen learned that critical hit was a thing, and depending on the level of focus, he could kill orange slimes in one hit. However, if done wrongly, the force will backfire, and he would get injured when the concentration slip
After handing in ten quality orange slime skin to Paul, Zen waited for the next part of what would be a chain quest from the question mark over his head.The armourer examined Zen’s items and beamed brightly. This young hero had talent!===Quest: Heart of a Crafter Part 1 (Completed)Requirements: NAObjective: Hunt Orange Armoured Slimes10/10 Orange Slime SkinReward: 25% Friendship Bonus with Paul===As his friendship level with the armour became better, Paul started to treat Zen more casually and asked if he could trouble the lad to
After a quick heist at the apothecary, Zen silently apologised to a glitchy Gilda before he took to the roads. Before he headed to the forest to collect flax, he should quickly clear the second part of Martha’s long quest. Maybe after getting those eyes and sneaking them into her coffee, Zen could unlock some mysterious chain quest with the apothecarist.The green slimes were lazing along the road, and Zen unsheathed his short sword. This time, he was alone, and after learning how to kill slimes in one swing, Zen targeted the smallest group of slimes. He should be able to take on four slimes, right?Bending down to pick up a pebble, Zen readied the sword in his other. He would try to fight them without retreating to the safety zone in a hit and run technique. Fighting them was like a prelude to fighting big pink. There might not be places to run and hide
Four times, Zen entered and exited Gilda’s apothecary with different strategies. He even returned to Martha to ask what happened between Gilda and her son. The old woman only claimed that Gilda was a ditzy girl and nobody in their village could understand her.On a good day, Gilda made little sense. In one of her giddy moods, she would constantly babble about the things she created, learned, or failed. Coffee was Gilda’s coping mechanism, and alcohol was everyone else’s coping mechanism when talking to her.Sure, the apothecarist was a very smart lady. However, there wasn’t a single young man in the village who thought of her as a promising marriage candidate.“Could you imagine her as anybody’s wife with her strange workshop? I don’t think she could even feed a baby normall