Chapter 11—First Skill
Slime#47 spun around and glanced at the cute jelly blob that had small scars on his body.
"You seem to have intellect, my child," the Elder Slime said again in his deep, stern voice.
"Yes, I do. So, who are you?" Slime#47 answered.
Elder Slime sighed with a bitter smile, "Humans named me Slime#1—but you can call me Elder Slime."
"Elder Slime, ...." The young slime and old slime discussed a few details, similar to the previous loop.
The young slime was uninterested in the entire conversation as he already knew everything.
So, he asked all of a sudden, "By the way, are you a reincarnator? No three-year-old slime would be this knowledgeable...."
He’d felt doing all the talk again would be a pain, so he skipped straight to the point.
"Wait... how do you know about reincarnators? Are you one too?" His jelly mouth opened wide in shock, "No... no, if you were, you’d already know these things. An otherworlder— you’re one of them."
"I am from another world. I found myself as a slime after I was killed by a truck," the young slime lied with eyes open.
"Ahhaha," Elder Slime laughed hysterically, "A... truck! I’ve heard a lot about otherworlders getting reincarnated due to such deaths, but once I found out what...a truck is, I couldn’t help but laugh...."
"Your details?" Slime#47 questioned with a deep voice, unable to look at the gleefully laughing slime.
"In my previous life, I was Nobara—the second strongest slime to ever exist, the grandchild of Remora, the 17th Demon King." Elder Slime said arrogantly about his previous life, with a smirk.
His entire jelly blob was shaking in excitement.
Slime#47’s eyes twitched. ’Is he speaking the truth or just elevating himself?... Eh... whatever, who cares? I just want to train.’
"Okay, okay, let’s go train," he said plainly, with a blank glance.
It clearly showed he didn’t believe Elder Slime’s words.
"Really, I am the grandchild of—" Elder Slime pressed, patting his body with his tiny hands.
’What incredible confidence! I wish I had the talent to lie like him with open eyes.’ Slime#47 had felt that if the Elder Slime was truly a reincarnator of such a being, he wouldn’t be this weak, much less trapped by humans in a slime farm!
"It’s okay, I believe you." The young slime cut him off from continuing.
Cough!—Cough!— Elder Slime cleared his throat and his voice turned serious, "Let’s start your training then."
Wob!—They quickly went to the ’Language Training Area’—a name Slime#47 had given to the spot where the mud patch was found in the southwest corner of the field, almost near the fence.
"First from Herica...." Elder Slime began the teaching in a stern voice, picking up a thin wooden branch.
’Wait....where the heck did he pick that up from...?’ The young slime was surprised at how fast old slime had found the stick.
He hadn’t even spotted a branch like that when gazing at the ground.
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So, language teaching began!
Whip!
"Wrong, again," Elder Slime whipped Slime#47 when he made a mistake.
When the teaching began, Elder Slime was surprised by how fast the young one picked up the seventy-one Alphabets without a mistake!
But he was wrong—starting from the seventy-second, Slime#47 began making mistakes!
Whip!
Elder Slime whipped him again. But all of a sudden—wob!—A cutie slime bounced on the older slime.
"Slime#2, what are you doing?" Elder Slime asked dubiously, as he was pressed down by Mama Slime.
’Mama Slime, thanks for the rescue.’ He praised his mama as she pressed the old slime into the ground.
"No hitting my child." She yelled, as she picked up a branch and—whip!—struck the old one.
’Where—where did she pick that up from?’ Again, the young one failed to see where they were getting branches from!
"Okay... okay, Slime#2, I will not hit him." Elder Slime finally compromised with tears.
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Soon, the language class finished as sunset painted the sky with a blackish hue and a hint of crimson.
’Spider Eldritch is the black sun. So... what would be the moon?’ He mused, feeling chilly and eerie in his core.
Wob!—wob!—Elder slime’s bouncing broke young slime’s thoughts.
"Let’s start the combat skill—Acid Fist," Elder Slime said in a low voice under Slime#47’s piercing gaze.
"Isn’t movement skill time?" the young one asked, glancing deeply.
"Hmm, it’s best if we focus first on combat skill," he said, clearing his voice.
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In the northeast corner of the field, which the youngling named ’Combat Training Area.’
The trough was close by, making combat training more efficient.
Slime#47 focused his entire concentration on his jelly fluids and tried to control.
He’d made them shake. Ripples spread across his entire body; they started large and became smaller, concentrated as they reached his tiny fist.
His fist had sharp ripples, but it didn’t shine like Elder Slime’s fist when he had used Acid Fist.
"Acid Fist," with a loud yell, he focused all his might and slammed the fence—Bam!
Not even a scratch on the wood.
Whip!—Elder Slime whipped him as he said seriously, "What did I say? Where is the power from your core?"
’Ouch! It hurts,’ the young slime rubbed the red spot on his viscous body.
He did use all his strength, but only from his jelly body, not his core.
Elder Slime felt a chill all of a sudden—Wob!—Mama Slime jumped on him.
Smack!—Whip!
’Yes, beat him up,’ Slime#47 cheered as Mama Slime beat the old slime.
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After a few moments of inconvenience...
"Aura power and mana power will be unlocked at level 10, but all living beings contain a ray of mana and aura," Elder Slime explained as his fist shone with grey light. "This light is due to aura; if you try, you will find it in your core."
"Okay..." Slime#47 took a deep breath and focused on his core.
He sensed some kind of energy in it—red and blue.
’Red should be... aura, and blue... mana,’ he instantly identified them with knowledge he had from novels and other media.
He tried to pull the red one to his fist. ’Damn, it feels so heavy,’ he felt like it weighed a mountain when he forced it to move.
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After an hour, he succeeded in pulling the Aura to his tiny fist.
’Here we go,’ he glanced at his fist, which was now glowing grey. "Acid Fist," he yelled and slammed his fist into the wood.
Bam!
"What..." He was disappointed; his fist didn’t even leave a mark, much less emit smoke.
"You succeeded, but you failed to carry aura till the last moment; it dissipated on impact, making it lack strength," Elder Slime explained with a smile, relieved that the young one finally got the basics.
As soon as he finished speaking—Ding!—a blue panel appeared in the young jelly’s vision.
[ Ding! You have gained Acid Fist {Common}! ]
[ Ding! You have unlocked the Fist Mastery! ]
’Finally, first skill,’ he grinned with joy. Finally, he had acquired a skill.
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Night has arrived!
’As expected of the world with eldritch.....,’ Slime#47 glanced at the sky with an eerie feeling as his body wobbled.
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