Chapter 34—Battle [2].
The burly man’s effort was a pure waste as Slime#47’s tiny fist smashed into his arms—Crack!—breaking the bones, then continued through to crack his head—Crack!
He thud!—fell to the ground.
[ Ding! You killed a human! ]
’Puff... done...Only she’s standing,’ he thought, pivoting toward the woman who was dashing at him with a shining sword.
"6&^%!" she yelled as she struck at him.
Whoosh!
He dodged the sword by—Wob!—bouncing to the side. "Acid Fist!" he slammed his tiny fist into her gut.
Bam!
She staggered three steps back from the force of the punch.
She spat blood from her mouth, but didn’t waver. She wiped it away with her arm and stepped into a combat stance: right leg forward, left back, knees bent slightly, sword held in both hands, pointing straight at the young slime—eyes blazing with fury.
"^%%%!" she barked, slashing her sword at the slime on the ground.
"Acid Fist!" he yelled and punched the blade right at the tip.
Click!
Click!
They started matching blow for blow, their movements growing impossibly fast—Boom!—breaking the sound barrier.
’Huh?....I could go at Mach 1 now...’ he grinned, watching the fast incoming blade which left an afterimage, and he countered with Acid Fist.
Boom!—Boom!
The grassy field cracked open, torn by their aura clashes.
Wooden fences were blown away due to the aftermath, as the wind blew stronger and stronger with every impact.
"Acid Fist, Iron Body!" he shouted, dumping the massive aura, just to finish it quickly. His body shone bright crimson.
The woman didn’t back down. "6%^GGB!" she roared as her aura flared, matching his intensity.
Boom!
Boom!
Slime#47’s tiny grey‑glowing fist clashed with her burning red sword, sending wind blasting across the entire farm.
They moved at insane speeds, creating afterimages, cracks spread even on the ground.
"Boss Slime... go, go—beat her, beat her!" Little Slime cheered from the corner.
"Huh? There are ten...no, no even more boss slimes?" He was confused by the afterimages.
"Child, be careful..." Mama Slime was worried about the young slime.
Wob!—She carried Elder Slime’s body away from battle, and she also signalled all the slimes to follow her, "Quick, everyone, come over here!"
Wob!—Wob!
The other slimes bounced over to her, forcing themselves through the raging wind.
Mama Slime, seeing everyone gathered near her, placed Elder Slime on the ground and cast, "Earth Shield."
A brown magic rune flashed in her hands as a brown barrier formed, covering her and all the slimes in a dome.
Boom!
Boom!
"Haah... haah..." the woman began to pant, sweat dripping from her forehead as she backed away and stopped a few meters from him.
Exhaustion finally caught up to her.
’She’s running out of aura...perfect,’ Slime#47 realized, ’It was time to end this. I still have around 70% mana and aura.’
"Fire Blade," a one‑meter fiery blade manifested and rushed toward the woman.
Whoosh!
Gzz!
"&^tgv," her face hardened as she slashed, reinforcing her sword with more aura.
Gzz!
The fire blade, just like before, split in two and flew past her, slamming into the ground behind on both sides. But at that moment—
"Fire Vortex," flames erupted from the ground beneath her.
"&^%!" she yelled, face turning pale—she hadn’t expected that.
She was already drained of aura from the earlier clashes.
"Ahhh!" she screamed as she resisted the vortex with all her might.
’What... why isn’t she using mana?’ He was actually surprised—he’d expected her to use magic to protect herself.
Red aura shone faintly within the flames, but as time passed, that aura thinned more and more.
"Ahhh!" the woman shrieked in agony as the fire burned her.
Within a few moments, the flames dwindled, revealing a charred body in scorched armor, still standing upright.
’She’s finally down...’ he thought with a grin, delighted to have taken her out after so much training and so many rituals.
He’d died something like twenty times to her alone—of course, he’d be happy after killing her.
Thud!—Her body finally dropped to the ground.
He turned toward the kids, who had started to run, screaming. "Ahhhh!"
"&^%gbb!"
Slime#47—Wob!—dashed forward at them—Boom!—moving fast enough to break the sound barrier as he flashed in front of them.
"Fire Blade," he cast. Flames formed a blade and—Whoosh!—rushed toward the frightened kids.
This time, the blade wasn’t as dense as the one he’d used on the woman. Instead, it was thinner but three meters long—enough to hit all of them at once.
He kept the blade horizontal under his control—no mana wasted. One spell would be more than enough.
"&^%%!" the blond kid shouted with tears in his eyes, shoving the chubby kid in front of him.
Gzz!
"Ahhh!" The chubby kid took the blade head‑on, as the rest of the flaming edge passed through and roasted the other kids.
"Ahhh!"
Within a few seconds, the kids were charred—Thud!—Thud!—their bodies fell to the ground, dead.
The chubby kid remained standing, burned black.
[ Ding! You killed a human! ]
[ Ding! You killed a human! ]
[ Ding! You killed a human! ]
’How ruthless...’ Slime#47 thought, noticing the small hands gripping the chubby kid’s back.
The blond kid had used him as a shield by shoving him forward.
"Appraisal," the young slime muttered, wanting to see the status of this little monster.
[ Ding! Opening Status! ]
[—Status—
Name: ?????
Race: Human ★
Class: N/A
Titles: Youngest Blackwell, third born of House Blackwell, arrogant young lord, ruthless and heartless brat...
Level: 1 ]
’Tch!... a noble...figures,’ Slime#47 clicked his tongue, understanding the heartlessness. ’It’s common for nobles to be like this... they won’t hesitate to kill their own parents for position—much less others.’
"Whatever... Fireball." He flashed behind the brat and cast the spell.
Impressive or not that a six‑year‑old would do anything to survive, he hadn’t forgotten that smug expression as the kid killed slimes one by one.
’His life is life—but not ours,’ he thought. This was just survival!
Gzz!
A basketball‑sized fire sphere manifested, the brat noticing slime in front of him, turned pale, and fell to the ground on his knees in fear, a yellow liquid pooled under him.
"Tch!" Slime scowled in disgust, noticing the puddle of piss, as he threw the fireball, which smashed into the kid’s face.
Gzz!
The kid’s head melted instantly, skull liquefying as he—Thud!—collapsed, dead.
Thud!—Thud!
’Here he comes... the damn farm owner,’ Slime#47 thought as he heard rushing footsteps. ’I hope this goes well...’
End of the Chapter. _____________________________________________________________