[The current live experience has ended.]
[Do you want to continue with Regular Simulation or Free Simulation?]
[You chose Regular Simulation.]
[Learning about the priest's whereabouts from Miss Anna, you rushed to the city where he was by carriage without stopping.]
[Pouring rain, the coachman was unwilling to continue. You took out gold coins. The coachman couldn't feed the horses in time, saying he would send you there even if the horses died of exhaustion.]
[...]
[On the fourth day, you arrived at the place.]
[You saw Miss Slime's kin who stayed here.]
[The place where the secret room is located is only a few kilometers away from the cathedral where you killed the Acting Pope. In a seemingly ordinary merchant's mansion. But behind the wall, there was a hidden world.]
[An old man with graying temples and a wrinkled face was lying on a hard wooden bed. Beside the bed was a jar made of special material, with a hose connected to a mask covering his cheek. Somewhat similar to an oxygen mask.]
[It seems the nobles were commissioned by Miss Anna to invite doctors to treat him and ensure his survival.]
[But Miss Slime's kin told you that the doctors invited said it was a miracle the old man could still live; they couldn't understand what was in the jar at all. Why it could prolong the old man's life. It was a kind of turbid slime. Very little left, maybe the old man couldn't last too long.]
[You found that although the old man was weak, his gaze was firmly locked on you.]
[You asked everyone to leave.]
[You heard that the priest, already old and dying, might not even have the strength to speak, and no one dared to take off his mask, worried he would die. However, according to your observation, his knuckles could still move slightly.]
[Soon, you picked up the prepared parchment and ink, smeared some ink on the priest's hand, and asked him to write down things about Miss Slime.]
[But he looked at you, showing a weak but obviously smiling expression. Fingers moved very slowly, writing symbols.]
[You saw it clearly.]
[The crooked words wrote: Thank you, he has no regrets anymore.]
What does that mean?
Thanking him?
[No matter what you said, he closed his eyes and didn't intend to communicate with you anymore.]
[You tried taking off his mask and using some methods to torture him.]
[But obviously, he is really just a priest dying of old age. No faking. Surviving only by the not-so-pure slime in the jar. You can see with your skill that his internal organs have long decayed.]
[You saw him weakly raise his finger, pointing at the parchment, seemingly having something to say.]
[He dipped in ink and wrote new words. Saying, you should feel honored to witness the birth of a new world.]
[You found he had absolutely no fear of death, seemingly knowing very well what you came here for.]
[You decided to...]
[Option 1: Continue torturing him.]
[Option 2: Try to reason with him.]
[Engaging Free Simulation.]
Indeed.
Silas came here thinking about how to complete the mission ahead of time, or rather, make it easier for Miss Slime ahead of time.
It was fine that the Acting Pope last time didn't show much pain or regret.
A dying old geezer who had been hiding and feigning death for so many years wants to be like this too?
Grass.
At worst, if Miss Slime really needs a year or two to reconstruct, he'll really stay that long.
[You chose Option 1.]
"..."
In the dim secret room, the dying priest lay calmly on the bed.
Although when first found, he was a bit smelly. But with Miss Anna's instructions to take good care of him, he became much better.
Everyone was guessing his importance. Even wiping his hands would be done carefully.
"Fuck you!"
"Really think I have to beg you to speak?!"
"..."
Except for Silas.
He unhesitatingly ripped off the mask on his face and slapped him repeatedly.
The old priest didn't have much blood at all; only loose teeth flew out, revealing gums with slight blood streaks.
"..."
He was shocked by Silas's violence.
Thinking about writing something more on the parchment. Only to find Silas didn't give him a chance at all. Slapping the face and suffocating him with a wet towel wasn't enough; he used a sharp iron tool to carve some patterns on his fingers. Ten fingers connected to the heart; even if his sensation was weak, he twitched in pain.
"Phew."
Silas got tired.
Seeing the priest with a bruised face and a bloody right hand. This old geezer's vitality wasn't as weak as it appeared. His internal organs didn't function like a normal person's; survival probably relied entirely on the slime in the jar. So, even if his chest cavity was flattened, he could still breathe in and out.
"..."
Silas found him more and more displeasing the more he looked.
Looking sanctimonious, god knows how many people he killed to research slime. About to die, yet still talking about the birth of a new world.
"Planning to talk?"
Silas asked one last time.
"..."
However, the priest, whose right hand was still twitching, just looked at Silas venomously. As if mocking... you are powerless.
"Fine."
Silas's biggest reliance wasn't the intel sent by Anna; he knew Miss Slime would get better. Just a matter of time.
Just right.
Finishing off this kind of thing, preventing Miss Slime from having a chance to think about the past again. It was also a good deed.
"..."
Silas coldly picked up the dagger; even so, he didn't see a look of fear on the priest, just a more gloomy and venomous stare.
But very unhappy. Just killing him like this was really unhappy.
Click.
In the interval of thinking, Silas suddenly heard footsteps at the door.
"It's useless to find him... he never intended for my daughter to become a normal person."
"..."
A somewhat familiar voice.
Madam Melina?
Silas turned around and easily saw the woman unconsciously placing her hands on her chest, filled with resentment towards the priest lying on the bed. Not seen for a long time, wearing a headscarf, her attire was far from the impression, and she had lost a lot of weight.
In a separate room.
Silas sat by the table, while Madam Melina sat opposite.
"So, Madam finally discovered she was artificial, her life was fake... choosing to look for news about the priest while looking for me and Miss Slime?"
His mood was a bit complex.
How to put it?
At first, he felt the unrepentant Madam Melina was pitiful yet hateful. Now maybe only pitiful remained.
"Yes, sensing that the Portia regime grasped real power, and hearing the Acting Pope died... I thought, it could only be you. Only you would do such a thing."
Madam Melina lowered her gaze. "I shamelessly found people who said they were cured by my daughter, only then knowing you came here. I guess... the things understood from rummaging through the notes must have happened."
"..."
"Is my daughter... already starting to develop in a direction impossible to be human?"
"Why does Madam say the priest never intended for Miss Slime to become a normal person?"
Silas asked, "Even if he didn't intend to, doesn't mean he, who could create slime, has no means, right?"
"No..."
Madam Melina shook her head painfully, touching her stomach and gritting her teeth. "As long as I let the flesh born from me and cultivated into shape truly merge with the slime, it will definitely reach the step of becoming perfect slime. From the beginning, he planned it all! No matter where my daughter loses control, it's the same."
"There is only one way now."
She looked at Silas firmly. "Let me... my body is artificial, materials used are good. At least it can withstand slime erosion for a short time. Afterwards, as long as you learn how to make a body like mine, absorb a certain amount to break that balance, let my daughter end the painful period faster... maybe she can still maintain consciousness. Even if the body will no longer be human, will devour many lives. At least can still be conscious."
"Next, you start by understanding my body structure; you are very smart! Surely can learn quickly."
While saying this, Melina had no discomfort at all. Only eagerness.
"..."
Silas stared at Madam Melina opposite.
Felt that, apart from changing from the gorgeous Madam image in the mansion to a somewhat inconspicuous one after disguise. Her nature seemed unchanged, still a daughter slave.
[Madam Melina, not seen for a long time, seems to have experienced many things]
[She already knew through some clues that Miss Slime would definitely reach the current step. And proposed her solution to you]
[Option 1: Agree. Let her teach you hand-in-hand how to make a body like hers, try to solve Miss Slime's matter ahead of time]
[Option 2: Refuse, you can wait regardless of the length of time. Don't care anymore]
[Engaging Free Simulation.]
"Madam Melina's proposal is indeed good."
"?"
"But I refuse."
Silas remembered the ending immersed in the text.
In front of the empty grave, using the pale blue slime attached inside the body to form a pair of papaya breasts, the scene of using them.
No new world, only an old man who became quite strong after gaining slime abilities.
"Silas."
Madam Melina became anxious. "I know you won't trust me much, but..."
"Madam, I'm asking again now."
Silas interrupted her directly. "Are you really willing to treat Miss Slime as the only, irreplaceable daughter?"
"..."
Madam Melina took a deep breath. "Although I don't even count as human, most memories were fabricated, and maternal instinct was endowed. But the more than ten years I spent with my daughter are real."
"That's enough. Come with me to kick the priest twice, then go back."
"?"
Madam Melina gritted her teeth. "I'm not joking; the only way is to use my body to contain it. If it's you and my daughter together... I can accept it."
"Madam's judgment always has problems, right? Just like believing firmly in the beginning that the daughter could be cured, how can you be sure the clue obtained by investigating the priest means his thought is the only one? The solution only works by using Madam's body as a container?"
"..."
"Maybe, there is a more suitable container?"
In front of Madam Melina, Silas's right hand extended semi-transparent tentacles.
Regarding sucking away slime, no container sucks better than this thing. And absorbs for immediate use. Although didn't get useful means from the priest, learned from Madam Melina.
Miss Slime becoming like that really takes a long time if no means are added. And it will become more and more painful.
Couldn't understand the too detailed meaning in Madam Melina's words.
But just knowing that sucking it away equals letting Miss Slime skip the painful process + shortening the slime reconstruction time is enough for Silas.
"Wh-what is that?"
"Just know this works better than Madam's body. Let's go, come with me to see Miss Slime."
"..."
Forcefully pulling the still somewhat confused Madam Melina out of the room, Silas grabbed her shoulder, also feeling a bit dazed.
Didn't expect Madam Melina to be a pseudo-human before. Coming back in this way, what was grabbing her shoulder for last time?
Oh.
Remembered.
It was pressing down her papaya breasts to fuck hard, training her. Remembered seemingly fucking her until she fainted directly.
Grass!
Miss Slime's problem should be solved more perfectly and quickly. Then what will this mother and daughter be like afterwards? Silas never thought about mother-daughter donburi or anything.
Forget it, solve Miss Slime's matter first then think. The priest lying on the bed dying of old age yet looking like victory was in his grasp... not dead was right.
Pretending to be unfathomable, Silas had to make that face distort, let him keep a breath to live on and open his eyes wide to watch carefully. What the real Miss Slime looks like, and how she is used.