Chapter 18
Chapter 18
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: 3rd Floor. Flying Slime Blob Monster
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Two magnificent-chested slime blobs are about to clash right here...!
Squirm!
Squirm!
The brilliantly glowing white slime and the overwhelming mass of its kin-devouring mutant brethren.
They squared off, threatening each other by warily jiggling their bodies.
The Blessed Blue Slime Blob truly was something else.
It showed no sign of intimidation against the Giant Slime Blob—a quasi-boss with far superior specs—puffing up its own body in defiance.
The sight evoked Xiang Yu turning the tide with ferocious momentum.
"Oh..."
If only I could grab some 3D glasses and deluxe-sized popcorn to watch, but this damn dungeon didn't even have basic audience accommodations. What a garbage setup.
Thud—!!!
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ The Giant Slime Blob leaped skyward, reaching the sewer ceiling with its massive body, then plummeted to crush the slime. But to the newly God-chosen slime, blessed and all, that attack was laughably slow!
Squirm!
Boom—!!!
Once more, a bomb-like explosion echoed through the entire sewer, followed by the thud of sturdy bricks crumbling from the walls and floor into the water. Frightened beasts scattered in panic.
In the midst of it, the God-chosen slime deftly dodged and landed a lethal counter!
It wasn't quite the same magnificent-chested showdown, and who knows if it was because they were both slimes, but the slime took no damage from the Giant Slime Blob's body slam. Instead, it sparkled like a disco ball from within.
'What the hell.'
Holy light refracted wildly inside the slime, illuminating the dim sewers.
"Kya~ Feels like I shoved it into an incandescent bulb instead of an onahole."
Separately, the floor—already cracked badly from the Giant Slime Blob—looked ready to collapse with a few more impacts.
"Useless piece of junk..."
"No time for leisurely admiration. It'll attack again. It's mindless and crude, but even that should threaten you."
"Yeah, probably."
Severa was right; this wasn't the moment to relax.
I quickly checked Severa's status window. Her Fuel was down to just 3.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ ⛽ Fuel: 3 "How many casts left in the wand?"
"...One."
The Flame Wand held 5 fireball charges.
Once depleted, it consumed Magic to recharge—and that took turns. A solid drawback to its overwhelming firepower.
'Checking charges is a pain with Asribe's Dress equipped.'
Damage logs would show the difference, but scrolling through combat history mid-fight wasn't feasible.
"Fire the last fireball. Make it count."
At my order, Severa reluctantly raised her wand, aiming at the Giant Slime Blob.
For its size, the thing moved surprisingly nimbly.
You could tell from how it dodged one of Severa's incoming fireballs.
Miss this one, and killing it would cost us big time.
'Plus, that bastard grew by eating its own kind. Won't it devour the slime too?'
Thinking about it, the slime trapped inside was in real danger.
Left alone, it'd melt and merge.
Would the blessing transfer to the Giant Slime Blob? Gamer curiosity piqued, but the slime was my asset for deeper dungeon runs. No experiments.
"If my God-chosen onahole breaks, you're paying! Useless thing like you doesn't even fit in the backpack—can't use you as an onahole either!"
Severa's fireball was nearly ready to launch.
I slammed my sword against my shield and charged straight at the Giant Slime Blob.
Clang—clang—clang—
Bubble bubble bubble—
It noticed the racket; its body boiled, firing high-speed slime projectiles.
Deflecting those with my sword skills? No chance.
I ducked, thrust my shield forward, and covered my face.
Thud—thunk—thud!
"Guh...!"
The impacts hit like sledgehammer blows. My arm jerked skyward; the strapped shield shattered halfway, fragments flying.
It was already battered, so inevitable.
Surviving this long was a win.
'Fuck... feels like my arm's broken!'
But it registered me as a threat and attacked—plan success.
I dove face-first into the sewer water.
Normally ankle-deep, the rain had swelled it enough to submerge me fully.
Rumble—
💥 COMBAT LOG 💥 -41 HP to Giant Slime Blob
Past Specter, Severa, has returned to Lace Onahole.
Splash—
The searing heat lingered on my back, but I pushed off the floor and charged again.
Groggy from Severa's fireball, the Giant Slime Blob didn't notice me approaching, its massive body trembling.
A heavy overhead chop.
Squelch—like slicing through sticky fluid. Its surface split, form destabilizing.
💥 COMBAT LOG 💥 -4 HP to Giant Slime Blob
Weak compared to Severa's hit—barely a tenth—but that wasn't the point.
I kept swinging, scooping out the oozing slime from inside. Damage logs popped up repeatedly, but irrelevant. Ignore.
Splurt—splurt—
The holy light drew nearer.
Along with the sewer currents, slime poured out, dragging the slime free.
"God-chosen onahole! Sanctification!"
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Sanctification (1 use) Blessed items gain +specs and the "Sanctification" spell (1 charge: deals magic damage to surroundings). Onahole-tagged items transfer blessing to summons.
Whirr—!
The slime glowed brighter and floated into the air.
Like an unidentified flying object—or a Flying Slime monster!
"Kraaaagh! Fuck! Eye bleach!"
It blasted light like a high-wattage lamp straight in my face. Problem: it blinded me.
💥 COMBAT LOG 💥 -17 HP to you
-26 HP to Giant Slime Blob
You defeated Giant Slime Blob!
You have grown.
"Kieeeek! The onahole attacks its master! Onahole rebellion! The end of the world is nigh!!!"
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ I recovered Severa, who was floating nearby as an onahole, and rubbed my still-blurry eyes.
Had I known Sanctification was an eye-flashbang, I'd have closed them.
"Ugh..."
Rubbing my eyelids, my vision finally cleared—to see the slime bobbing through the air.
"No more floating herbs needed to fly now..."
Now a perfect Flying Slime monster, I reverted it to onahole form. The spot where the Giant Slime Blob died rumbled faintly.
Sticky goo clung to my legs, making movement tough, but I couldn't skip the loot.
"Never bothered sniping sub-bosses on the way down even in games, but here we are."
Just took down the specter and this one, but fighting the Wanderer on 4F meant clearing all sewer sub-bosses.
Sub-bosses lived up to the name: brutally strong. Leagues above regular mobs—even I barely scraped by.
In this loot-gimped run, it'd be impossible without trusting my onaholes' performance.
"Ah, there it is."
A small chest amid the slime river.
Silver-trimmed, it held form despite submersion— just like the silver reward chests from sub-boss kills.
Without rewards like this, who'd bother?
No mimics here. I opened the silver chest.
Clunk—creak—
Rusty hinges squeaked, revealing contents: a blue-gemmed wand, a crudely forged black axe, sturdy plate gauntlets, three unidentified scrolls.
And finally—a small vial of Powerade-like blue liquid, first I'd seen in 3000 D.D. hours.
Luxurious loot.
"Yes... this is the good stuff! The rest is just foreplay!"
Grinning at the gleaming gear.
Asribe's Dress—half-artifact named item from 3F—was huge, but for melee-close mage me, these suited better.
Plus, a new wand. Perfect.
"This is the Frost Wand."
Same tier as Flame Wand, slightly less raw power, but I valued the frost debuff more.
Black axe: no frills, but base damage nearly double the Silver Longsword—Tier 2 weapon.
Plate gauntlets: higher tier than leather, new slot for me.
"Appraise scrolls later... What's this liquid?"
Tiny vial, sloshing far smaller than potions—not standard.
"Elixir? Nah. Whatever. Pocket it."
No need for perfect inventory like D.D.; backpack could bulge.
I sorted the chest haul, ditched the useless dagger, equipped gauntlets and axe.
Body felt noticeably heavier.
Low Strength despite heavy gear, probably.
Mulling Strength investment, I headed for the stairs to 4F.