Chapter 29—Will Training
[ Ding! Casting—Holy Light of Purification ]
"Nice—soothing bath," Slime#47 grinned as golden light poured over him.
After a few seconds, the light vanished.
[ Ding! Curse has been removed! ]
’Finally free from... enslavement,’ He grinned, he could finally scold, "Idoit octopus...you should have looked at yourself in the mirror."
He then planned for a few minutes about his next steps.
’Yup—ritual again,’ he thought bitterly—it was the only option.
He clicked —Y—to start a new timeline.
[ Ding! Starting Timeline 78521452224.24! ]
[ Reincarnating Slime#47! ]
[ Ding! Trait — Eternal Mastery {Mythic} — activated! ]
[ Locking Skills — Acid Fist {Lv.Max}; Evade {Lv.Max}; Human Tongue {Lv.1}; Demon Tongue {Lv.Max}; Fireball {Lv.Max}; Mana Shield {Lv.Max}; Meditation {Lv.Max}; Iron Body {Lv.Max}; Appraisal {Lv.Max} ]
[ Locking Masteries — Fist Mastery Tier 1; Fire Magic Rune Tier 1: 25% Proficiency carried over! ]
[ Ding! Eldritch skills detected! Eternal Mastery requests the user’s command to lock them! ]
[ —Y— or —N— ]
[Warning! Carrying eldritch skills to the next loop risks corruption.]
’...I don’t want tentacles. I’m fine with my tiny hands,’ he’d expected this would be the case—that’s why he didn’t view those skills, to avoid getting tempted.
He clicked —N— without hesitation and—
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He opened his eyes to Mama Slime’s warm squeeze. "I am your mama, child," she cooed
[ Name: Slime#47 {Temporary}
Race: Slime ★
Class: N/A
Trait: Eternal Mastery, Viscous Body, Amorphous Being.
Titles: N/A.
Level: 1
Strength: G-
Endurance: G
Will: F-
Wisdom: G-
Dexterity: G
Perception: G-
Agility: G+
Vitality: G+ ]
’Yup... fresh start... with weak stats and no class skills,’ his eyes twitched, remembering his stats and powerful class skills at level 40.
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"Appraisal," he used the skill on the slender woman who brought the sack of garbage. His eternal mastery had locked it as well. No need to reach level 10.
[ —Status—
Name: ?????
Race: Human ★
Class: N/A
Titles: Slime Farm Owner; Slime Killer; Slime Harvester.
Level: 8 ]
’No wonder... she was an easy pick,’ he mused, glancing at her info. ’And of course, her name isn’t visible since I don’t know it...’
He glanced at the kid as he—Puk!—killed a slime with his dagger.
[ —Status—
Name: ?????
Race: Human ★
Class: N/A
Titles: Proud Brat, Slime Torturer
Level: 5 ]
’The heck... what’s with that title? Who the hell has "Slime Torturer" as a title...’ he fumed, wondering what that brat had done to earn it. ’Yeah, my decision to kill him is indeed correct...’
He decided to leave the farm only after killing that brat.
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[ —Status—
Name: ????
Race: High Human ★★
Class: Sword Wielder {Uncommon}
Titles: Retired Adventurer; E-Rank Adventurer; Slime Killer; Slime Harvester; Goblin Slayer, ...
Level: 67
Tier: 2 ]
’No wonder... he crushed me like a piece of cake. And he’s... High Human?’ he wondered, staring at him, who was no different from any human.
He’d checked their stats before in the previous loop, but he did again for motivation, to train even more.
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After repeating sequences like in the previous loop, he asked Elder Slime, "Elder, before starting rituals—how do I raise Will?"
He had to improve his Will so that he could reach level 50 without eldritch corruption, and then he’d fight his way out.
"Will stat is the toughest," Elder Slime said flatly, "You build it by suffering—enduring pain without breaking."
’Great...masochism. If Will could be improved easily, Eldritch ritual wouldn’t be forbidden,’ the young slime mused bitterly. ’Do I have to withstand loops to increase Will?’
He still remembered that when he passed the tenth loop, his Will had increased, and it was permanent. If nothing else worked, he could repeat loops to raise Will and train masteries.
"There is one method suitable for now..." Elder Slime said after a bit of a pause.
"And that is?" the young slime asked with excitement, eager to hear it.
"It’s meditation—without losing concentration," the old slime said with a playful smile.
’Something... seems wrong with this training method,’ the young slime felt something off, eyeing the elder slime’s grin.
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In the afternoon, the black sun rose to its peak.
"Hoohho..."
"Hehehe..."
Gzz!
Elder Slime was roaring and cackling near the young slime, who was meditating.
’Damn it...’ Slime#47 clenched, irritated listening to the sounds, almost losing focus.
Gzz!
Seeing no response from the young slime, the old slime pulled a thin branch and—Gzz!—rasped it against the ground, making a grating squeal.
’Good... not bad... hold on...’ Elder Slime appreciated the young slime’s will.
Wob!—He then rubbed the slime’s body with the branch, making him twitch.
’No... no.....itchy...’ Slime#47 couldn’t hold on, as he burst out, "Haha,...—You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?"
"No, I’m not," the old slime replied plainly. "If you want to increase Will, you have to suffer, and this method tests your tenacity."
"Hhh... I guess I have no choice," the young slime admitted defeat.
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A month before the kids and the soldiers appear!
"Why didn’t my Will increase yet?" Slime#47 asked in anger.
He’d endured old slime’s pranks, but seeing only a monthleft, he was furious; he didn’t want to waste a loop.
"Because you didn’t suffer enough," Elder Slime replied flatly. He could have increased the efficiency by hitting him, but Mama Slime wouldn’t allow him to strike the young one.
"No, no—I cannot waste more time. Tell me another method if you know," the young slime demanded; he wanted to switch to something quicker.
"There is a fast way—brutal though. You ready?" Elder asked, serious.
"If it works, then fine," the young slime agreed.
"Wait until everyone sleeps," the old slime ordered.
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In the crimson rays of blood‑red moons...
"Get ready," Elder Slime said softly, and chanted, "Fireball!"
He threw the spell at the young slime—a fireball the size of a coin.
"What the—" Slime#47 was surprised but dodged quickly—Whoosh!—leaping to the side.
"I told you—you have to suffer and withstand pain," the old slime yelled at the dodging slime. "This fireball won’t kill you, but it will hurt you. Now, withstand it," he barked.
"If it doesn’t increase my Will, I will burn you," the young slime warned—tense about the pain, but left with no choice.
’No wonder the old slime wanted to wait for night,’ he thought, glancing at the sleeping Mama Slime.
If she knew about this training method, the old slime would be dead.
The red magic rune flashed as a coin‑sized fireball rushed at Slime#47.
Gzz!
Whoosh!
"Ahhhh!" he roared in agony as the fireball struck.
His body caught flame, but he held on, eyes clenched shut!
"Waterball!"Elder Slime cast another spell, as half the young slime’s body burned.
A blue magic rune flared on his tiny palm as a small ball of water—Zzz!—fell on the flames and calmed them down.
’Where... is my Will increase...’ he roared internally, still wracked with pain as he waited for a notification.
But there wasn’t any!
"Fireball," the young slime snapped, unable to hold back, casting at the old slime in anger.
A basketball‑sized fireball rushed at Elder Slime.
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