Experiment Successful

In the forest, Momonga and Naiyuan watched the scene before them with great interest.

Herohero walked up to the soldier. He felt no pity for the terror-stricken man before him.

The three of them had seen everything the man had done earlier. For someone who enjoyed torturing and killing others—

Herohero felt that not making the man watch slime slowly corrode his body, and instead allowing him to become an experimental subject, was already an immense honor.

The soldier, unaware of this honor, stared at the unknown monster before him, cold sweat pouring down his face.

He recognized the skeleton from before as an Undead. Judging from its appearance and intelligence, it had to be a high-ranking Undead, likely with Hero-class strength.

As for the purple slime creature before him, the soldier had no idea what kind of monster it was. But the slime constantly dripping from its body easily corroded the ground, and it followed those two monsters around, so it was clearly no ordinary creature.

The soldier never considered that it might be a Slime. Although its body resembled one, had he ever seen a Slime with such powerful corrosive abilities that could also speak?

In this New World, Slimes were merely the weakest kind of monster. There was no powerful race like the Ancient Jet-Black Slime.

Herohero looked at the soldier, slowly raised his arm, and prepared to press it directly onto the man's face.

The soldier struggled madly, but his body did not react at all. He wanted to scream, only to discover that he could not even speak. His ability to think was the only thing left.

If it had been earlier, he might have been grateful that he could still think. But now, he wished he had simply passed out.

The slime on the other's palm was Death God in his eyes. The soldier did not dare imagine what would happen if that slime, which could even corrode the ground, touched his face.

The soldier prayed that his companions would notice his disappearance and come looking for him.

But what he did not know was that the other soldiers were nearly all dead by now. Immobilized under Naiyuan's control, they had long since been slaughtered by the enraged villagers. They had gone ahead of him.

No Miracle occurred. Under the soldier's despairing gaze, the purple slime arm directly covered his face.

There was no pain, no discomfort. The soldier only felt his mind go blank before he lost consciousness.

The headless body fell directly to the ground. There was no blood. Under the powerful corrosive effect, the blood could not even flow from his neck before it was completely corroded away.

Herohero maintained that posture without moving. He did not speak, as though he were contemplating something.

Naiyuan and Momonga watched with expectant expressions as well. This concerned whether their hypothesis would succeed.

At that moment, Enri covered her younger sister's eyes. Her face had gone slightly pale as she watched, but she showed no other reaction and continued standing quietly to the side.

Naiyuan and Momonga gave her surprised looks. They had thought she would feel sickened, but she had done far better than they expected, making them admire her even more.

"Phew."

After remaining still for more than ten seconds, Herohero finally reacted and let out a sigh of relief.

"Herohero, how did it go?"

"What was the result, Herohero?"

Naiyuan walked directly up to him and looked at him eagerly. He was very curious about the experimental result.

Momonga was the same, since it concerned their future plans.

"It succeeded, but the result was not very good."

Herohero spoke with some regret. He had succeeded, but the outcome had disappointed him.

"I successfully devoured his brain and obtained his memories."

"But there was not much useful information in those memories. There was a whole pile of disgusting things, though. This guy's level of mental depravity was truly beyond expectations."

Herohero complained to the two of them. He had genuinely been disgusted.

Their original plan had been for Herohero to devour people in order to obtain general information about this world.

As a Slime, Herohero had not possessed such an ability in the game. But now that they had been transported here, the three of them recalled the racial description of the Ancient Jet-Black Slime and came up with this idea.

Ancient Jet-Black Slime: As the oldest and most powerful existence among Slimes, it possessed terrifying corrosive abilities. It could easily corrode opponents through its slime and devour other creatures, gaining everything they possessed.

As it turned out, nothing unexpected happened, and they had succeeded.

"Fine. We never expected to get any useful intelligence anyway. This was just an experiment."

Naiyuan looked at Herohero indifferently. At least the experiment had succeeded. Nothing else mattered.

"That's right. Next time, as long as we find someone with a bit of status, there won't be a problem."

Momonga nodded. This success made him very happy. Information about this world had been one of their weaknesses, but now they had found a solution.

"Yeah. I just hope the next one isn't another pervert, or I'll have to feel sick again."

Herohero joked.

"Haha, don't worry, Herohero."

"Now that all the soldiers in the village are dead, it is time for us to find our next target."

Naiyuan looked into the distance. His dark golden dragon eyes appeared, allowing him to clearly see another group of soldiers heading toward the village.

"Isn't that our target right there?"

Naiyuan said with a cold smile. Momonga and Herohero looked in that direction as well. The three exchanged glances and began chuckling coldly together.

"Is this the treatment anime protagonists get?"

"Looks like our luck is pretty good."

Herohero and Momonga were smiling, but the sight was enough to send chills down anyone's spine.

Naiyuan, Momonga, and Herohero spoke for a while longer before Naiyuan turned and walked toward Enri, who was standing obediently to one side.

When he came before her, Naiyuan realized that he was three heads taller than the girl, looking down at her from above.

"What do you think? Do you think we were cruel?"

Naiyuan looked at Enri as he asked. At the same time, his hand felt a little itchy, so he placed it directly on her hair and began stroking it.

Momonga and Herohero, standing nearby, were speechless. They silently lamented that Naiyuan's head-patting habit was getting more and more serious.

At this rate, would he one day get the urge and start patting their heads too?

Imagining Naiyuan patting their heads, Momonga and Herohero shuddered. Why were they even imagining something like that?

"There must be a profound reason why God did this."

Seeing Naiyuan standing so close to her, Enri said excitedly. Her face was flushed red, making her look like a steam engine.

"What if we simply wanted to kill him?"

Naiyuan smiled and asked again.

"Then I would still think it was right. He deserved to die. I will not pity someone who harmed my family."

Enri looked at her younger sister, who was hiding in her arms, and spoke seriously. Her entire being radiated unwavering resolve.

"Family?"

Hearing that answer, Naiyuan's gaze toward her instantly became much friendlier.

Family was the most important thing. Naiyuan agreed with that completely. Anyone who harmed family deserved death.

He was very satisfied with Enri's answer.