Slime simulator

"On the fifth day, everything stabilized.

You took Big Dog and Two Dog outside the city.

You found an open space.

You practiced your skills, trying to find more combinations and fighting styles as much as possible."

"On the sixth day, a magician wearing a top hat appeared.

You looked at Musty, your gaze focused behind him.

You cautiously scanned the area.

Musty spoke, 'I came alone.'

You looked at him, 'Do you have more good skills?'

Musty shook his head, 'I came to make a deal with you.'

You were puzzled and became alert, 'What deal?'

Musty said, 'I want to study you.'

You were stunned for a moment, 'Is that even human language?'

Fireball!

Ground Fire Impact!

Prairie Fire!

...

Musty seemed to be prepared, raising his hand and creating a huge grass shield.

Unexpectedly, your skills landed on the grass shield without any restraining effect, and instead dissipated directly.

Musty explained, 'Although I mainly practice grass-attribute magic, my physique is quite special and will not be restrained by fire-attribute magic.'

Special physique!

You knew that human physiques were similar to the bloodlines of magical beasts, just with different names.

You thought for a moment and said, 'If I agree, how will you conduct the research?'

Thinking of research, you imagined being sliced into small pieces and placed on glass dishes...

Musty said excitedly, 'By observing habits... uh, lifestyle, fighting style, bloodline...

In most cases, I'll just use my eyes to look. In extreme cases, I might need you to provide a little body tissue, but you can refuse my request.

Besides, I don't seem to be able to beat you anyway...'

You didn't answer.

Although that's what he said.

But you hadn't seen any other slimes and didn't know if you were a slime in the strict sense.

You asked, 'Why do you want to study me?'

Hearing your question, a touch of fanaticism appeared on Musty's calm face, 'I don't like fighting and killing.

I've always wanted to enter the Royal Academy of Sciences and become a scholar.'

'Unfortunately, I don't seem to have the talent for research, only showing talent in combat and cultivation.

The family only cultivated me in the direction my talent showed, and didn't allow me to dabble in the things scholars do.'

His expression and words didn't seem fake, which you could sense.

'So, you want to get some results by studying me, this unique slime, to gain the qualifications to enter the Royal Academy of Sciences?'

Musty nodded quickly.

You looked at his eager eyes and said, 'What can I get?'

Musty immediately said, 'Anything! I can fulfill any of your requests, as long as it doesn't make me give up on the path of research.'

You looked at him and slowly said, 'Even if I ask you to throw a match in the tournament?'

Musty nodded without even thinking, 'Of course!'

You stood there, lost in thought.

This guy... is a bit interesting.

After thinking about it, you said, 'I'll give you an answer after the tournament.'

Musty happily gave you a noble's salute, 'Thank you. I won't reveal a single word of this conversation.'

'To show my sincerity, if Devra releases any more unfavorable information about you, I will use my family's influence to stop it.'

After speaking, Musty left.

He hopped away, like a child who loves sweets getting the sweetest candy in the world.

You watched his back, a smile on your lips.

If Musty wasn't playing tricks and causing trouble, but was sincere, a deal could be made."

"..."

"On the nineteenth day, the Roaring Fire Ceremony began.

You and the two silly dogs were taken to a mysterious place.

This place gathered the other seven magical beast participants and their attendants.

Crimson Smoke Bear approached you, chatting and asking if its face had released any new information.

Crimson Smoke Bear's actions were mocked by the other magical beast participants.

'Stupid bear, you actually believe that?'

'Your face can talk? My ass can talk!'

'You're so stupid, Crimson Smoke Bear. Did you bribe your master, or how did you get this position?'

As the strongest of the third-tier in their respective groups, these magical beast participants were extremely proud and spoke without any politeness.

Crimson Smoke Bear ignored them and looked at you intently.

You looked at the one who said its ass could talk, thought for a moment, and said, 'Cleft Fire Rat, your ass really can talk.'

Cleft Fire Rat was stunned for a moment, then burst into exaggerated laughter, 'Slime, did you defeat that little snake with your comedic talent?'

You glanced at it, 'It told me you would die in the first match.'

Cleft Fire Rat's smile froze.

Its eyes were filled with anger as it looked at you.

'Slime! Do you think you're invincible just because you defeated that Three-Flame Fire-Marked Python?'

You looked at it and said calmly, 'I'll just ask you one question: can you withstand Fire Dragon Breath?'

As soon as these words came out, all the magical beasts on the scene fell silent.

They all knew the horror of this skill.

No magical beast of the same level could withstand it.

If the Three-Flame Fire-Marked Python King could control it freely, it would be the strongest third-tier magical beast.

But there were no ifs.

Cleft Fire Rat gave a dry laugh, 'You mean you withstood it? Hahahaha...'

After laughing twice, it couldn't laugh anymore.

It found that all the magical beasts around it were looking at it like it was an idiot.

The two followers behind it had distanced themselves a little.

Mesmerizing Flower Fairy walked up to you, 'Slime, I believe your words.'

'This stupid rat doesn't even know you've learned the Fire Dragon Breath skill.'

Crimson Smoke Bear touched its bear head, 'What a stupid rat.'

Ember Wing Firehawk circled in the air for a while and landed in front of you, 'Slime, look at my face. Does it say anything?'

Listening to their conversation, you understood in a flash.

Since the Three-Flame Fire-Marked Python King had such powerful intelligence capabilities, it was not uncommon for these descendants of the same master to know that you knew Fire Dragon Breath.

You glanced at Cleft Fire Rat.

Having resources but not even bothering to understand your opponent, no wonder you'll die in the tournament.

Thinking of this, you looked at Ember Wing Firehawk's face and said, 'Your face tells me that in future matches, your flight ability will be sanctioned by human participants.'

Ember Wing Firehawk's body shook.

Flight ability was its capital for combat and strength.

Next, the other magical beasts came to you one after another to have their fortunes told, and you revealed the things that would happen in the first match little by little.

You looked at their thoughtful expressions and turned your gaze to the distance.

Hopefully, your efforts will not be in vain."