Chapter 113—Phoniex Tongue {Rare}
Seralyph glanced at everyone. She knew that without a full stomach, they couldn’t focus—"Here. You can have this..." She snapped her fingers, and potions fell from thin air onto students’ desks.
Thud!
Slime#47 caught his potion, doubtful. It was a flask of purple liquid.
Seralyth explained, glancing at the confused slime, "It’s the Elixir of Hyper Sustenance. Using one keeps you energetic for a month without hunger. And more importantly—you don’t have to do personal business for the same month."
She continued, "Now, you all have five minutes to do your personal business."
Gulp!
The multicolored slime drank the potion in one big gulp, ’It tastes like.... honey.’
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Three days later...
[ Ding! Dragon Tongue has leveled up to Lv.3! ]
"I am a slime. A fellow member of Demon King Remora’s race," Young Slime wrote his introduction on the board in Crimson Draco without a mistake, though it was very bad handwriting.
He was held by the white fox to reach the board. His small hands held the chalk tightly.
He spent the past three days under burning lava and the cold eyes of the white fox; even if he’d made a small mistake, she’d scold him.
He’d glance at the lava if he’d made a mistake, since he felt it would fall on him at any moment, but luckily, not even a single drop fell on him.
And due to that insane pressure, he mastered writing.
’I don’t want to get burned by it,’ He mused, remembering the pain he’d felt due to Elder Slime’s fireball.
He had a mythic-level pain tolerance skill; it just increases his pain tolerance, doesn’t wipe out his pain.
Brad muttered, impressed by the white fox’s method. "Looks like I have to learn her teaching methods. The results are brilliant."
While writing his introduction, Young Slime used mana to write the letters.
’Wait a minute...sigils,’ He remembered Elder Slime using mana while inscribing runes. ’Magic sigils and glyphs used in magic arrays are from true languages?... I’ll ask Elder Slime later,’ he thought.
He mastered Silver Urdrak as well over the next few days. However, he wasn’t fluent until—
[ Ding! Dragon Tongue has leveled up to Lv.Max! ]
[ —Skills—
—Dragon Tongue {Rare}—
—Allows the user to understand the language of dragons, ranging from lesser dragons to silver dragons, golden dragons, and true dragons!
—Both writing and speaking fluently! {-} ]
’Hmm... what’s this {-}?’ He clicked it doubtfully.
[ Ding! You are fluent in all dragon languages. If in the future any new language is created by the dragon race, you will gain the new language’s fluency directly! ]
’Whoa!’ Slime#47 was utterly shocked by the description, ’No wonder... only three months... I only need to learn a few languages to bring them to max, and the entire racial languages catalogue enters my mind.’
"I need to learn a few human languages, and then hundreds of human languages—and even future human languages—will fall under my grip," he whispered with a wide grin.
Clap! Clap!
The fox instructor clapped her hands, breaking his thoughts.
"Great. Looks like everyone mastered Dragon Tongue," she said with a grin.
But she found many students looking bitter.
Professor Brad, who had watched for the past few days, decided to break it to her directly. He pointed at a few tense students, "They didn’t master it. Because you focused only on the young slime."
Then he pointed at Young Slime, "He spent days speaking with other students to become fluent, and more days writing on the board as he spoke."
He pointed to writing on the board, "He became fluent in writing as well. But you didn’t pay attention to the other students. So how were they supposed to become fluent?"
"Uh... I see," the fox instructor nodded, holding her chin.
"Okay. You guys have plenty of time. We can study later, but it’s important for the little guy over here. After he completes these languages, I’ll take more time to teach you," she announced with a wide grin, as if doing them a great favor.
Every student turned their heads toward Professor Brad furiously.
Professor Brad smiled widely at all the glaring students.
’Let’s see how you all survive this,’ he mused playfully. He had stayed to observe the ruthless white fox’s methods—and also to watch student behavior.
Since many students didn’t pay attention in his class and caused trouble, he wanted revenge. Seralyth had arrived at the perfect time.
"Now, let’s get to the Phoenix language," the white fox said, clapping her hands to regain attention.
The wrathful students stopped making trouble under her cold gaze.
She continued, "Like Dragon Tongue, Phoenix Tongue has two true languages. Only, there are no common languages—similar to the true dragon language."
"Phoenix Tongue has Crimson Nix. It’s used by true phoenix..."
She wrote it on the board.
"And Silver Finn—it’s used by lesser phoenix."
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Days slipped by...
[ Ding! Your Phoenix Tongue {Rare} has leveled up to Lv.Max! ]
"I am a healer," a plant humanoid demon said in a gentle, young female voice, glancing at the young slime, while kneeling down to match his eyes.
She had a well-proportioned human female body—extremely beautiful, but her body was made of wood.
Red veins formed her hair, purple lotuses bloomed within it, and her eyes were yellow black gems—making her even more otherworldly.
She wore a gold-red uniform.
’She’s beautiful... and she’s so soothing,’ Young Slime mused, impressed by the exotic demon.
Since she was a plant demon, she gave off life energy—making Slime#47 feel closer to her, because slimes liked nature.
Both Young Slime and the plant demon stood on the podium.
Young Slime asked in Crimson Nix, "So what is your special spell?"
Unlike Dragon Tongue, the mana here changed into flame flickers as it left his mouth. A crimson magic rune flared on his slime mouth.
Hot red breath spread through the area as he spoke in Crimson Nix—Phoenix tongue.
"Not bad," Seralyth nodded, watching the conversation.
The plant demon replied in Crimson Nix, "I’m just Tier One... a weak demon... would you protect me?" She blinked and blew a kiss at Young Slime.
A hot breath washed over Slime#47. He just blinked, ’Is she flirting with me?’
"Boo, boo!" students booed from the back.
Someone yelled, "Stop speaking lies!"
"Lily, you are the strongest healer in the third year!"
"Third years are Tier three minimum—don’t make fun of the little guy."
"The little cutie must know the truth!"
"Yeah, he’s so cute!"
"Do justice for him by telling the truth!"
The students roared.
They used Slime#47 as a chance to expose her real strength.
"I want to know her full strength," someone whispered.
"Yeah, yeah. She introduces herself as a healer, but her nature magic is monstrously strong, you remember?"
"Yeah. I still remember that fight from two months ago."
"She wiped the floor with a Silver Dragon and made that poor dragon run to his papa."
"It was still funny...."
"Yeah...That dragon was so cocky and arrogant due to his power."
Students mocked the dragon as they remembered the bullying they suffered from that powerful creature.
"My...my," the tree demon—Lily pivoted to glance at the yelling demons.
End of the Chapter...