The Troublesome Journey of the Chat Room Gentlemen

This is the answer that is most likely to come close to the truth.

At this time, Mikami Satoru should have just become a cute slime.

"Seventeen forever: Inhuman."

"Neet Ji: That concubine is a "humanoid"."

"Seventeen Forever: How Do I Feel You're Targeting Me?"

"Neet Ji: Illusion."

The princess laughed,

"Neet Ji: Think about it from another angle, there will always be one of us who will win."

"Lihuazuo: Then I am also" humanoid. ""

"Ciel: ... humanoid."

Finally, when the black cat looked at it, there were only 3 non-human types, and 7 were all human types.

A few people were left who did not attend.

As the so-called wealth and wealth are sought in danger, at this time, you should suppress the small and broad, and choose the inhuman type.

bet.

If you win, the four players will share 70 points.

"【】: Mikami-san, can you see it?"

"[]: @San Shangwu, San Shang Sang."

Drop drop drop.

Drop drop drop.

dark.

There was a sound like receiving an email.

By the way, what happened?

I remember that at the end I seemed to join a useless chat room like a sage or a great sage.

How long has it been?

It always feels very long.

Memories poured in slowly.

My name is Mikami Go, a good man of thirty-seven years old.

In order to save the junior who was targeted by the gangsters on the road, he was shot in the back.

Good, remember. No problem, no need to mess up yet.

Probably dead.

Why are you so sure you're dead?

- Drop drop drop.

So noisy.

At least disturb me when I am reminiscing about my life.

As long as the mind thinks, a dialog box will pop up, and the dialog will be refreshed slowly.

ha? my race?

What a weird question.

But because it's dead, it's a ghost?

Wait a minute, there really are ghosts.

What is this?

Although it's called a dimensional chat room, isn't it really connected to other worlds?

Well, since he is still conscious after death, it is not surprising that there is a dimensional chat room.

By the way, here are all gathering places for "sages", those who suffer from the same illness.

Anyway, let's say hi to everyone.

"Sakura Mikami: Hello, all sages."

After sending it out, it felt inappropriate.

A sage is definitely not something worthy of praise. Speaking of which, he is only a great magician, and he has three years to practice before becoming a sage.

Ah, no, no.

It's all my fault that the electronic voice is the last one talking about sages and sages, so I have this word in my head.

"It's not a waste angel: what, so you've been here all the time."

"Chiba's Fallen Saint Black Cat: Who is the sage?"

The black cat naturally knows the meaning of the word.

She was obviously a middle school girl, but she thought of that urban legend.

In urban legends, a 30-year-old virgin can become a great magician, while a 40-year-old is a sage, and at the age of 50, he is a great sage... congratulations, congratulations.

But the sage in his mouth shouldn't mean that, right?

"[]: Why did I feel a wave of malice?"

How can you say hello.

The room was dim, and only the electronic screen reflected the cold light. Sitting cross-legged on the tatami, sucking instant noodles while reading the light novel "About Slime Reincarnation".

No one in the chat room understood the meaning of this sentence better than him.

"[]: I still have 13 years to train to become a sage!!"

"Ernie...you're saying this...it's like saying...the future will be... an old virgin..."

Wearing soft knee-high socks, Bai reminded warmly.

"[]: No, it is impossible to become a sage in this life."

"Satoru Mikami: Huh? Isn't this a gathering place for sages?"

As he was dying, Mikami Satoru clearly saw the light.

"Dr. Roman: So, what do you mean by a sage?"

"【】: I think you must not want to know."

"Heroes of Justice: I just looked it up online, and it seems to refer to a 40-year-old man who still has no experience in sex."

Saitama touched his bald head, feeling an inexplicable sadness.

"Commander Ikari: Smile.jpg"

"Snow: That's it for this topic, it's time to get to the point."

"【】: Ah, yes, Mikami-san, is it convenient for you to open the video?"

"Satoru Mikami: Video?"

He quickly found the function keys on the panel.

But honestly, he's not used to video calls.

Also, what's the situation now? I seem to be able to have a conversation with my mind, and just by thinking, I can form words and appear in the chat room.

impressive.

"[]: Yes, is it convenient to open it. It's also to confirm your current state."

my current state?

Only then did San Shangwu realize that, let alone getting up, he couldn't even feel his body and limbs.

It was pitch black all around.

But they should also enter this chat room after death, and they will be more experienced.

Learning like an old man is a shortcut to success. As a qualified migrant worker, Mikami Satoru knows this. Then click on the public video communication.

"Chiba's Fallen Saint Black Cat: ...... It's pitch black again."

Why say it again?

Ah, I remembered that last time Ye You went to Albion, the spiritual tomb, too.

"Neet Ji: It's actually a slime."

"It's not a waste angel: wow, it's really a slime, exactly like the game!"

Gabriel was excited.

"Seventeen forever: There are many slimes in Tivat."

"It's not a waste angel: Huh? Next time I'm going too, I've always wanted a slime as a pet."

Although the angel said so, but killing them in the game is merciless.

That's experience and gold coins.

"Satoru Mikami: Wait, what have you been talking about since just now? What slime? Why can't I understand? You mean, I'm a slime?"

Mikami Satoru couldn't open his eyes and couldn't smell the smell.

Hearing them say that, I was a little flustered.

Chapter 317 What if I reincarnated into a slime?

Slime... As a programmer in Japan, as a man who has been single for 37 years, he is definitely not unfamiliar with this word.

What a joke, who would agree with such a thing! !

The state of Sanshangwu now is like being enclosed in a closed space, and he is unable to determine what he is like.

At this moment, a strange touch suddenly came from the body.

He focused all of his consciousness on that touch.

abdomen? It seems that the place like the abdomen is touched by the grass.

Whenever you focus your consciousness on one part, you can roughly understand the scope of that part. Occasionally, I can still feel the touch of a leaf-like plant gently sticking on my body.

He was a little happy.

Although still in total darkness. But the five senses of touch are still working.

And slimes shouldn't have tactile sensations, right?

Mikami Satoru tried to walk towards the grass.

Zi Liu.

It was like crawling—the body really moved.

However, his mood sank slightly.

Not at all like human behavior.

Not only that, but neither the eyes nor the ears are working.

Although I don't know where the head is, I still try to move forward in the direction of the grass. Consciousness is all focused on the part that is in contact.

I can't smell it at all. I'm afraid, my sense of smell is also lost, right?

By the way, what is it like now?

Although I don't want to admit it, this streamline and elasticity can only be associated with slimes.

He even began to consider accepting becoming a slime, but on an emotional level, he absolutely refused.

Why Slime? If it's a monster, at least a stronger character.