The Villain Young Master Just Wants to Live a Buddhist Life 48

"Is this finished?"

With a hint of doubt, Dark took out a mercury knife about 0.5 centimeters wide, infused it with magic power, and carefully sliced open the entire green cocoon.

During the process of cutting it open, green light continuously shot out from the gaps.

But when the cocoon was split into two halves.

The cocoon suddenly turned into green liquid and collapsed!

"Could it have failed?"

Looking at the Magitech Card soaking in the liquid, Dark took a pair of tweezers, fished it out, and rinsed it under the faucet.

Once it was clean, he took it to the other side to examine it closely.

On the face of the card, there was clearly a puddle of green, slime-like substance.

"Trash Slime?"

Dark couldn't help but think of a very common sewer creature.

[Card Name: Trash Slime]

[Type: Spirit Card]

[Level: 1]

[Race: Elemental]

[Attribute: Grass]

[Magic: 100]

[Attack: 0]

[Defense: 0]

[Special Move: Reinforced Gastric Acid]

[Reinforced Gastric Acid: Secretes reinforced gastric acid to rapidly digest substances swallowed into its body.]

"A-a-a-trash Slime?"

Dark's hand trembled, and he almost dropped it.

"So, does this count as a success or a failure?"

"Zero attack and defense, why don't you just go die?"

After recording the data for the Trash Slime, Dark wasn't actually disappointed.

Since there was data displayed, it meant that this transmutation was a success.

As for whether one could dig up a use for it from the trash, that was the Magician's own skill.

Chapter 62: Trash Slime-chan is Proficient in Licking Techniques

At the very least, this Trash Slime, although named "trash," was not actually... well, it was still very trashy.

In any case, it wasn't completely useless.

With zero attack and defense, it didn't seem suitable for dueling at the moment. But its special move, Reinforced Gastric Acid, could clearly be used to dispose of trash.

Rather than calling it a "Trash Slime," Dark preferred to call it a "Trash Can Slime"!

"Magic Guidance Summon!"

After using the standard Summoning Technique to summon the Trash Slime, Dark tried strengthening it with Pride 1, Pride 2, and Bliss 1.

The result was that, perhaps because the Trash Slime's brain structure was too simple, it couldn't manifest symptoms of Pride or Bliss.

Moreover, its intelligence level didn't show any obvious increase.

According to general rules, the standard intelligence level for a Magic Spirit should be 2.0.

But the intelligence level of this Trash Slime seemed to be between 1.0 and 2.0, only slightly better than a paramecium.

It could understand commands, but its reaction was very slow.

It was as if it had a latency of over 1000.

He didn't know if it was because something went wrong during the transmutation.

But once Dark thought about the cat hair and fingernails he had thrown into the No. 1 Transmutation Circle, he felt relieved.

Magitech is a new-era technology developed on the shoulders of alchemy, so it naturally inherited a certain degree of the "principle of equivalent exchange."

As for the part that wasn't equivalent.

Magicians usually jokingly call it: "Stealing from the Gate of Truth."

In short, it was just that kind of thing.

Next, Dark experimented again following the Basic Transmutation Method for [Beast-Bird Species - Grass Attribute].

As a result, this experiment was a complete failure, and the blank Magitech Card was rendered useless.

He didn't know if it was because the "Beast-Bird Species" didn't match the cat fur of the Meow Meow Grass.

In any case, he summoned the Trash Slime to dispose of the remaining waste.

Regardless, the harvest tonight was still quite good.

The Trash Slime is really convenient for handling trash; he won't have to go take out the trash ever again!

After organizing the experimental data, Dark decided to continue his experiments tomorrow night.

Then, he drifted off into a dreamland with a smile.

Ten o'clock sharp.

In St. Marian, which lacks nighttime entertainment, students—especially first-years—usually don't stay up too late.

The common room was almost empty by nine-thirty in the evening.

Most of them would move their entertainment to their respective dormitories rather than staying in the common room.

The Knight Academy common room.

The candles on the candelabra mounted above the crossed greatsword decorations were still burning.

It was the incandescent light unique to magic candles, bright enough while also carrying a softness that didn't strain the eyes.

In the corner of the common room.

Emma was likely the type who returned to her dorm the latest.

She would always move from the library to the common room at around nine o'clock.

This was perhaps the little girl's final act of stubbornness—she didn't actually want to be completely disconnected from social life.

In this regard, Dark was completely different.

It wasn't until there was no one left in the common room that Emma pouted, gathered her books, and walked up the stairs leading to the second floor.

The boys' dorms and girls' dorms were on the left and right sides.

Although the hallways were interconnected, there were two staircases on the first floor, so boys and girls usually took their own sides.

Once Emma left, the candlelight on the candelabra extinguished automatically.

However, not long after, the candles lit up again!

Emma, who had just reached the second floor, suddenly noticed a flash of light downstairs and couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity.

Who would be going downstairs so late?

Her curiosity was, in fact, very strong.

So, she tiptoed back downstairs and peeked her little head out from the stairwell, just in time to see Victor sneaking out of the common room!

"Victor? Gaude? Where is he going so late?"

Emma thought about following him.

But then she reconsidered, thinking, what does it matter to her where he goes?

So, Emma hugged her books and returned to her dormitory.

But at the opposite stairwell, another person was quietly sneaking down.

Robert Broheim!

After washing up, Robert had lain in bed for a long time unable to sleep, so he thought about finding Victor for another round.

But this time, he happened to see Victor sneaking out of the dorm.

Driven by a psychological impulse he couldn't even explain himself.

Robert didn't make a sound.

He had actually discovered more than once that Victor would sneak out at night.

Every time he asked, Victor would stammer and change the subject.

Robert only knew that it had something to do with the "Forbidden Love" in Victor's hands.

"How can there be secrets between friends?"

Unlike Emma.

Robert quietly followed him.

The night passed quietly.

The sunlight dispelled the darkness.

St. Marian soon arrived at the break of dawn.

Dark woke from his slumber, suddenly struck by an idea.

"If I were to cover my face with the Trash Slime, would it be able to absorb the impurities from my pores? Just like a facial mask."

He tested it with his palm first and found that it was indeed somewhat effective.

Dark then truly placed the Trash Slime onto his face, leaving only his nose and mouth exposed.

The Trash Slime slowly squirmed across his face; other than feeling a bit cold, it mostly just felt itchy.

But after removing it five minutes later, he suddenly felt refreshed and invigorated!

"Oh, wow!"

Dark watched as the specks of dirt transferred from the surface of the translucent Trash Slime into a small core inside, forming a tiny black dot.

The Trash Slime then used its skill Reinforced Gastric Acid to quickly digest that black dot.

"Is this what they call a Magic Spirit that produces no waste? I love it!"

He washed his face again.

Dark looked at the face in the mirror and felt that his pores had become much finer, and his skin felt smoother.

"Why has no one discovered such a useful Magic Spirit until now? Or are other Trash Slimes different from mine?"

He decided to check the library at noon to look into it.

Dark packed his textbooks and left the dormitory.

DemiDevimon delivered breakfast, and today's basket even included a copy of the Great Sage Daily.

It was clear that the Halfling chefs were showing their affection for the master of this Familiar as well.

Dark read the newspaper to catch up on the kingdom's current events while eating his sausages, eggs, and milkshake.