Chapter 52—Dancing lightning party!
"Yes. They are rare, but they do exist," Elder Slime said plainly.
Slime#47 wobbled his body, feeling impressed by their talent. He then asked, "So are the conditions the same for getting mana mastery? Does mana meditation exist?"
"Yes. It’s the same conditions. Based on talent, one would gain mana mastery with mana meditation and five mana skills," Old Slime answered, and after a pause, he continued, "Hmm...Class skills and racial skills are not counted in this."
Young Slime’s eyes twitched as he mused, ’Hope my talent’s good. I already have a few mana skills....Just need to get Mana Meditation for Mana Mastery.’
Then he proceeded to absorb aura from a stripless aura crystal with Aura Meditation to increase his aura reserves.
A while later, the sky lit up under the ten blood-red moons.
[ Ding! Aura Meditation proficiency +1 ]
He opened his eyes to the shimmering panel in his vision.
Grr!—His stomach growled—or rather, hungry noises—echoed from his body.
’Do I even have a stomach?’ he wondered. His own biology still confused him.
No nose, yet he could smell. No stomach, yet hunger still kicked in and made noises. Slime biology made no sense.
As he was about to order them to stop for eating, he noticed smoke far in the distance.
"There... someone’s fighting out there." His body tensed before he even realized it.
"Elder, I’ll check it out," he said, pointing toward the rising smoke.
"Be careful," Mama Slime added as everyone glanced at Young Slime.
Elder Slime nodded at him. Little Slime—Wob!—bounced toward him. "I also want to come."
Thud!—He was smacked by Elder Slime, who said sternly, "No... You are not going anywhere."
Slime#47, with a small smile at his actions—Wob!—bounced toward the smoke.
Whoosh!
Within a second, he reached the area.
"Double Presence Hide," he muttered, activating his skill and wiping out his presence.
Wob!—He hid behind a large tree and covered himself with leaves before taking a glance.
’White Wolf Gang territory... just great,’ he thought grimly, remembering Elder Slime’s warning.
Old Slime had informed them that they should avoid this place at any cost. Individually, any wolf from this gang wasn’t powerful, but there were almost twenty‑five of them, as per the map. If they ganged up, even Slime#47 would fall in battle.
This area was almost two hundred meters away from the official concrete road, different from the route planned by Elder Slime.
In the open field, under the crimson moonlight with large trees scattered around, a team of five humans was dueling the white wolves.
’Yup...wolf’s fur is white,’ Young slime mused, glancing at the wolves.
The leading human was heavily armored, leaving no spot exposed; even his head was covered by a helmet. He held a staff in his hands as he—Bam!—smashed a wolf’s head.
"Hooo..." The wolf winced in pain, took a few steps back, and fainted on the spot.
Whoosh!An arrow arrived at high speed, pierced another wolf’s eye, went deep inside, and killed it instantly.
Slime#47 spotted that the arrow was released by a middle‑aged, black‑haired, thin man who had a quiver full of arrows on his back and held a heavy bow in his left hand.
Unlike the armored human, he wore simple light armor, which made his movements faster, and his head wasn’t covered.
Gzz! A ball of lightning suddenly manifested and hit another wolf, zapping it to death—Zzz!
"So it’s Lightning Ball," Slime#47 muttered, glancing at a red‑haired, young, fat woman in the back who wore mage‑style robes and held a staff. She was protected by everyone.
He noticed another young, skinny woman in light armor with daggers, holding her own against a wolf. Thud!—Bam! Her daggers collided against the wolf’s glowing purple claws at high speed.
The last one attracted the red slime’s attention.
He was a heavily armored, bulky man standing seven feet tall with a heavy shield.
He alone attracted the attention of twenty wolves.
Thud!—Bang!
All the wolves attacked him with glowing purple claws from all directions, but failed to leave even a crack on the transparent yellow shield surrounding the bulky man.
’Damn, if he were to come to Earth, his body would put almost all bodybuilders to shame,’ Slime mused, impressed by his muscular form.
He then used his skill, "Appraisal."
[ Ding! Opening Status! ]
[ Status
Name: ???
Race: High Human ★ {Uncommon}
Class: High Shield Protector {Uncommon}
Titles: Rising Party, E‑rank Adventurer, Dancing Lightning Party, E‑rank Party Member...
Level: 58
Tier: 2 ]
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[ Ding! Opening Status! ]
[ Status
Name: ???
Race: High Human ★ {Uncommon}
Class: Storm Lightning {Uncommon}
Titles: Rising Party, E‑rank Adventurer, Dancing Lightning Party, E‑rank Party Member, Genius Mage...
Level: 54
Tier: 2 ]
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[ Ding! Opening Status! ]
[ Status
Name: ???
Race: High Human ★ {Uncommon}
Class: Ghost Assassin {Uncommon}
Titles: Rising Party, E‑rank Adventurer, Dancing Lightning Party, E‑rank Party Member...
Level: 52
Tier: 2 ]
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[ Ding! Opening Status! ]
[ Status
Name: ???
Race: High Human ★★ {Uncommon}
Class: Staff Brawler {Uncommon}
Titles: Rising Party, E‑rank Adventurer, Dancing Lightning Party, E‑rank Party Captain...
Level: 64
Tier: 2 ]
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[ Ding! Opening Status! ]
[ Status
Name: ???
Race: High Human ★ {Uncommon}
Class: Wind Archer {Uncommon}
Titles: Rising Party, E‑rank Adventurer, Dancing Lightning Party, E‑rank Party Member...
Level: 54
Tier: 2 ]
’Damn.....what a powerful party,’ he thought. He could never enter their vision. If spotted, he was done. That’s what the status told him.
The mage woman cast Lightning Ball again as five basketball‑sized lightning balls attacked the wolves, who were trying to break the bulky man’s shield.
Zzz!—They were zapped to death on the spot.
Seeing their fellow members’ deaths, the wolves howled in fury, "Roooaaar!"
"I will not leave you, damn humans!" they roared and rushed toward the woman.
"What a feeling," Young Slime muttered with a nostalgic smile.
He’d witnessed this kind of scene in many novels, manga, and anime, where he would understand the humans as another human.
But this time, he could understand the wolves as a fellow demon.
The wolves rushed toward the magic caster. But "$*#*!" The bulky man emitted a unique sound from his mouth, and it spread all around.
"Damn... what an irritating sound. I want to punch his face," Slime#47 muttered, utterly annoyed, "It’s a... taunt skill, huh? It even affected me."
The wolves stopped and went back to attacking the bulky man.
"So that’s the plan, huh?" Slime understood the team’s strategy.
The bulky man held the majority of the white wolves back, while the others took them down one by one. If wolves targeted other members, he would use taunt to draw their aggression back, making the battle smoother.
Boom!—Thud!
"I should leave..." Slime muttered as three-fourths of the wolves fell. Staying any longer was suicide.
He didn’t want to stay any longer. He had to leave with his gang, or the humans might come after him.
Many anime protagonists would try to communicate with them since they were once humans, but reality hit Slime#47 differently.
First, he didn’t know their language. Second, he still remembered the plain glance of the slime farm owners, who ruthlessly harvested slimes.
’Death of a slime... just means lost money. That’s all humans care for,’ he mused, remembering how their kid was slapped when he killed Mama Slime and others in different loops, and the slime farm women didn’t even care to glance at the dead slimes.
But just as he turned to leave, he felt a chill!
A deep howl—"Gowwwllll!"—ripped through the air.
End of Chapter.