Experiment Success

Inside 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 man, whose face was currently twisted in terror.

All three of them had witnessed the soldier's actions just moments ago. For a guy who enjoyed torturing others, Herohero felt that not letting him watch his own body slowly dissolve into slime, but instead turning him into a test subject, was already a tremendous honor.

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

He knew the skeleton from before was an Undead, but judging by its appearance and the fact that it possessed intelligence, it was certainly a high-level Undead, likely reaching Hero-class strength.

As for the purple, gelatinous creature in front of him, the soldier didn't know what kind of monster it was. However, the slime constantly dripping from its body easily corroded the earth, and given that it was accompanying those two monsters, it certainly wasn't simple.

The soldier didn't even consider the possibility of it being a Slime. Although its body looked somewhat like one, had he ever seen a Slime with such powerful corrosive abilities that could also speak?

In this Otherworld, Slimes were merely the lowest-level monsters; there was no such powerful species as an Ancient Jet-Black Slime.

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

The soldier struggled frantically, but his body refused to respond. He tried to scream, only to find he couldn't even speak; only his ability to think remained.

If he had been grateful for his ability to think just moments ago, he now wished he had simply passed out.

The slime on the creature's palm looked like the Grim Reaper to him. That slime, which could corrode even the ground, made him afraid to imagine what would happen if it touched his face.

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

But what he didn't know was that the other soldiers were already mostly dead. Unable to move after being controlled by Naiyuan, they had long since been slaughtered by the enraged villagers, having departed this world a step ahead of him.

No miracle occurred. Under the soldier's desperate gaze, the purple, gelatinous arm covered his face completely.

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

The headless body collapsed directly onto the ground. There was no blood; under the powerful corrosive ability, the blood could not flow from the neck and was instead dissolved away entirely.

Herohero remained in that position, motionless and silent, as if pondering something.

Off to the side, Naiyuan and Momonga watched the scene with anticipation. This would determine whether their hypothesis was correct.

At that moment, Enri covered her younger sister's eyes. Her own face was somewhat pale as she watched the scene, but she showed no other reaction, remaining quietly to the side.

This caused Naiyuan and Momonga to exchange an unexpected glance. They had assumed she would be disgusted, but she had handled it far better than they expected, which only made them appreciate her even more.

"Whew."

After standing still for over ten seconds, Herohero finally reacted, letting out a sigh of relief.

"How was it, Herohero?"

"What are the results, Herohero?"

Naiyuan walked straight up to him, looking at him with a face full of anticipation. He was very curious about the outcome of the experiment.

Momonga was the same; after all, this concerned their future plans.

"It succeeded, but the results aren't very good."

Herohero said with some regret. He had succeeded, but the result left him very disappointed.

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

"But there isn't much intelligence within these memories, just a whole heap of disgusting things. This guy's level of psychopathy really exceeded my expectations."

Herohero complained to the two of them, looking genuinely disgusted.

Originally, their plan was for Herohero to devour others in order to obtain general information about this world.

As a Slime, Herohero did not possess this ability in the game, but now that they had transmigrated, they recalled the racial description of the Ancient Jet-Black Slime, which gave the three of them this idea.

Ancient Jet-Black Slime: As the oldest and most powerful existence among Slimes, it possesses terrifying corrosive abilities. It can easily corrode opponents with its mucus and devour other living beings to obtain everything they possess.

The facts held no surprises; they had succeeded.

"Alright, we never really counted on getting any good intel anyway; it was just an experiment."

Naiyuan looked at Herohero and said dismissively. At the very least, the experiment was a success; the rest was not important.

"That's right. Next time, we'll just find someone with a bit of status, and there won't be any problems."

Momonga nodded. This success made him very happy; after all, their lack of intelligence on this world was their weak point, but now they had found a solution.

"Mm, I just hope the next one isn't a pervert too, otherwise I'm going to be miserable again."

Herohero joked.

"Haha, don't worry about it, Herohero."

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

Naiyuan looked into the distance, his dark golden dragon pupils emerging, allowing him to clearly see another squad of soldiers heading toward this village.

"And here they come, our targets."

Naiyuan said with a cold sneer. Beside him, Momonga and Herohero also looked in that direction. The three of them exchanged glances and simultaneously let out cold laughs.

"Is this the treatment of an anime protagonist?"

"It seems our luck is quite good."

Herohero and Momonga were laughing, but the sight was bone-chilling.

Naiyuan chatted with Momonga and Herohero for a while, then turned and walked toward Enri, who was standing obediently to the side.

Arriving in front of her, Naiyuan realized he was three heads taller than the girl, looking down at her from above.

"So, do you think we are cruel?"

Naiyuan asked as he looked at Enri. Feeling his hand itch, he placed it directly on her hair and began to stroke it.

Off to the side, Momonga and Herohero were speechless, secretly sighing to themselves that Naiyuan's head-patting addiction was getting worse and worse.

At this rate, if his craving flared up one day, wouldn't he start petting them too?

Imagining the scene of being patted by Naiyuan, Momonga and Herohero shuddered. Why on earth were they fantasizing about such a thing?

"Lord God must have a profound reason for doing this."

Seeing Naiyuan so close to her, Enri said excitedly, her face flushed red, making her look like a steaming engine.

"What if we just wanted to kill for the sake of it?"

Naiyuan smiled and asked again.

"Then I would still think it was right. He deserved to die. I will not show mercy to anyone who harms my family."

Enri looked at her younger sister, who was hiding in her arms, and said earnestly, her entire being filled with an unwavering will.

"Family, huh?"

Hearing this answer, the look in Naiyuan's eyes as he gazed at her became instantly friendlier.

Family was the most important existence; Naiyuan agreed with this point wholeheartedly. Anyone who harmed family deserved to die.

He was very satisfied with Enri's answer.