The warmth of Shami’s palm could be felt on her cheek, but Lina didn’t understand why Shami was looking at her like that.
The desire to possess her through cunning schemes almost overflowed from his eyes, exuding an evil aura.
Completely unlike the usual Shami.
What on earth is going on?
"I, I still can’t understand..."
Lina took half a step back, her small mouth slightly open, looking at Shami in confusion.
Shami’s fingers slowly caressed the cheek of the white-haired girl, gradually revealing a smile.
[The technique of letting the Hero lower their guard and make oneself look like a tragic and righteous villain]
"Lina, don’t you understand the current situation?"
Shami looked earnestly at the white-haired girl, signaling with his other hand to indicate the surrounding situation.
"The suddenly appearing group of Slimes, the Poisonous Slime that seems to have been ordered not to harm you, and this giant Slime that similarly won’t harm me. All signs point to one thing, Lina."
The white-haired girl froze for a moment, her eyes slowly moving from Shami’s face to the motionless Slime behind him. Recalling the scene of Shami emerging from the Slime’s belly earlier, after two or three seconds of delay, the girl collapsed.
"Waaaah! I’m sorry, Shami! Am I really too late?"
"To think that you got used as a vessel by the Slime Leader to enter your body."
"Now I can’t even tell if you’re Shami or a Slime! If the body is Shami’s, it makes no difference—no! It’s already not Shami!"
"I never imagined Slimes had the ability to parasitize a human body! It’s just like the legends where a snake, kept in captivity, sheds its skin and chooses a fresh human body as a better vessel!"
"But, I, I still can’t bring myself to do it! Whether you’re Shami or a Slime, just disappear from my sight and find a place where no one can discover you and live well!"
The white-haired girl made herself cry, slumping to the ground.
"What are you even thinking! Why are you adding so many elements all at once!"
Shami hurriedly explained.
The jelly behind him also understandingly moved a bit to prove that it was still alive and not just an empty shell.
Shami quickly squatted down.
"I already don’t know if I should call you Shami or Slime..."
The white-haired girl sat on the ground, her eyes misty with tears, but she looked at Shami without the slightest resistance.
"Then don’t get deeper and deeper into your own thoughts!"
Shami reached out towards the girl’s cheek, causing her to stiffen for a moment, but she still raised her face slightly.
"Don’t show such a dying expression, if you’re scared, you can run."
"No way! Being able to make such gentle gestures, Shami must be fighting with you for control of this body, right, Slime!"
The white-haired girl stubbornly said.
"So, you’ve already assumed I’m a Slime by default? Sacrificing yourself to let the so-called Shami’s consciousness overcome the Slime’s consciousness?"
Shami was silent for a while.
"But I really haven’t been invaded by a Slime, it’s just... how do I put this, it feels bad to say it."
The white-haired girl gradually opened her eyes, crying while looking at Shami.
"Nothing could be worse than you and Shami sharing a body, Slime..."
"It looks like you’ve already accepted the situation of me coexisting with a Slime..."
Shami sighed deeply, staying quiet for a while.
"No, actually, there’s something even worse."
He distanced himself from Lina and controlled the power, releasing it in a small range around them.
As someone who once battled the Demon King and even saw him, how could Lina be unfamiliar with this aura?
She immediately widened her eyes, looking at Shami.
"Mag, Magic Power...?"
Shami smiled lightly.
Although the story didn’t unfold as planned at all, strangely enough, this was a pretty good moment to reveal his identity.
"Damn it! I never thought a swordsman’s weakness could be exposed!"
Shute escaped from the Poisonous Slime, his face covered in sweat.
Now, with his right hand holding the sword and his left hand vanished somewhere, Shute was entirely a one-handed swordsman.
"What a bunch of deceitful Slimes!"
The one-handed swordsman felt incredibly awkward, as the reactions of his body made him too afraid to move recklessly.
It seemed that due to some strange substance, his battle with the Slime had become extremely difficult.
Already he couldn’t pay attention to the itchy, rash-covered skin.
This unexpected situation, making even walking difficult, was the most urgent issue to address.
"When a Slime dies, animals that lick the Slime’s corpse enter a mating season. Many adventurer groups have confirmed that a certain liquid inside the Slime can trigger biological desires."
"I must have been hit by that trick... Inside the poison sprayed by the Poisonous Slime, there’s not just a liquid that causes skin itching, but also contains that kind of liquid."
With a look of despair, Shute slowly knelt to the ground.
He no longer knew whether to continue the battle against the Slime with his sword or fight against himself.
Luckily, the mercenary team had run off, and no one witnessed his embarrassing scene.
The Slimes charged again.
Shute slowly stood up.
A true man should bravely face challenges from both inside and outside!
Shute chose the courage that a man should have, roaring fiercely.
"No matter what kind of battle, just bring it on!"