After Black Pudding split apart, it did not die. One chunk retreated, while the other wriggled toward the people below, trying to pounce on them along the wall.
He Xi slightly raised his staff and cast another Earth Spike.
Splat!
The monster was split in two again.
"Shadows above! Mister Mage, didn't you say piercing attacks would make it split?"
Kazmir, watching the monster multiply the more it was struck, waved his arms anxiously from the rear. "Just blow it to ashes with a fireball!"
He Xi did not turn around, continuing to attack the divided Black Pudding. "Black Pudding remnants are priced in Gold Shields on the market."
"Provided their activity hasn't been destroyed by high temperatures."
"Be gentle! Poke slowly! Protect these adorable little fellows!"
Red light bloomed in Kazmir's eyes. "Oh, what a beautiful slime monster. Come quickly into a poet's embrace..."
Honestly, aside from selling it for money, the first thing that came to He Xi's mind when he recognized it as Black Pudding was: Could this thing be made into dessert?
After all, a certain Drow Elf obsessed with the Dungeon Ingredient Handling Guide had mentioned that legendary dungeon dessert more than once.
He vaguely remembered the excited look on the other person's face at the time. "Add brown sugar, instant espresso powder, cocoa powder, and its gelatinous substance to a pot and stir well... Then add egg yolks and cream... Finally, pour in a little coffee liqueur and brandy! Oh... that would absolutely be the smoothest, richest pudding!"
And yet...
He Xi turned to glance at the walls around them, covered in green fuzz, then at the sewage nearby, flowing with who knew how many kinds of chemical factory waste.
Then he recalled the handbook's recorded possible causes behind Black Pudding's composition: the saliva