You Big Fat Liar

Years of gaming experience told Yang Yu that a Royal Slime could not possibly have wandered into Novice Village for no reason and mixed with Lesser Slimes.

This Slime had to be hiding some unspeakable secret. Perhaps some earth-shattering conspiracy was unfolding in the Slime Kingdom, where the rightful prince had been persecuted by an uncle coveting the throne and forced to flee the kingdom.

As he watched the Slime offer him an invitation contract that said, "You seem pretty decent. Come travel with me!", Yang Yu's mind automatically spun out a million-word tale of a Slime prince's revenge.

This kind of quest to help a fallen prince reclaim his country should have been awarded to a hero in the middle stages of the game. He had not expected to snatch it up first.

Adventuring with this Slime prince was equivalent to adding an extra layer of insurance to his early-game strategy.

His exhausted body had only just recovered a little strength when Yang Yu reached out without hesitation and touched the contract formation created by the Slime.

"Pfft—"

The instant he touched the contract formation, a heavy pain struck his chest, and he spat a mouthful of blood onto the formation.

Strange patterns formed, rapidly corroding the contract formation. Waves of energy spread outward, and cracks appeared in the patterns making up the formation. Like ice about to shatter at any moment, it teetered on the verge of collapse.

He Meng frantically shook his jelly-like body, at a complete loss. Seeing the entire formation about to break apart, he made up his mind, compressed his body, then sprang into the air. His pale-blue body smashed into the center of the contract formation.

The patterns stopped cracking and gradually returned to normal. Red light flashed, and one large and one small red ring formed within the formation.

The smaller red ring wrapped around He Meng. In an instant, his jelly-like body began boiling violently like water over a roaring flame.

The red ring gradually tightened and completely sank into his body. Only then did He Meng fall from midair like a deflated ball, collapsing flat on the ground without moving.

The larger red ring passed through Yang Yu's hand and gradually tightened, silently sinking into his wrist.

[Obtained secondary class: Demonic Beast Tamer]

The sudden system notification made Yang Yu raise his brows. He was instantly invigorated and pulled rolls of herbs from his clothes, stuffing them into his mouth.

When he opened his status panel, Demonic Beast Tamer had appeared beside Herbalist. With a light tap, a gaudy interface covered in Four-leaf Clovers unfolded before him. Like the pet interfaces in most games, it displayed the Slime's attributes and skills.

[He Meng

Race: Royal Slime Level: LV5 HP: 15/180 MP: 2/60 Stamina: 13/200

Attributes: Strength 36, Defense 140, Intelligence 32, Special Defense 169, Agility 16, Endurance 18

Resistance: Physical 50%

Status: Weakened

Contract: Blood Contract (Cannot be removed unless one party dies. Growth bonus +30%.) Free attribute points: 0

Skills: [Royal Bloodline: Super Defense], [Royal Bloodline: Slime King's Longspear], [Royal Bloodline: Miracle Regeneration], [Minor Regeneration], [Slime Crash].]

Yang Yu narrowed his eyes, feeling smug. Even though things had diverged from his plans, he had still relied on his years of gaming experience to turn things around at the last moment and gain a powerful companion.

"So your name is He Meng, little guy. I'm Yang Yu. You actually injured yourself just to forcibly alter the contract. You've got a good eye. Follow me, and you'll definitely become the strongest Slime in the world!"

In truth, He Meng had only wanted to form an ordinary friendly contract. He had never expected Yang Yu to spit blood onto the contract formation at exactly the wrong moment, causing it to mutate.

Yang Yu's hand had already touched the formation. If the contract were forcibly ended, both of them would suffer backlash. Not only would the already dying Yang Yu be doomed, but He Meng would be dragged into it as well.

With no other choice, He Meng could only forcibly alter the contract and let it continue. In the end, they formed the highest-grade Blood Contract, and he even became the subordinate party.

He had clearly worked so hard to save someone, even going so far as to alter the contract's terms. Yet when it ended, this guy looked thrilled, as if he were saying, Wow, it's a Blood Contract. Could this little guy have thought I was handsome and fallen for my looks, so he voluntarily became my servant?

"Who the hell wants to be your servant?! I don't care, I don't care! I admit I was being sentimental this time. I never should have saved you. Hmph—anyway, you barely have any health left. As long as I take your miserable life, I can regain my freedom!"

He Meng leaped up and rammed into Yang Yu with all his strength. Yang Yu calmly caught him, looking nothing like an injured man who could no longer fight.

"How is this possible? With injuries like that, you shouldn't have any strength left." He Meng opened his barely noticeable eyes wide in disbelief. "Could it be that I was fooled from the very beginning?"

"You were in such a hurry to throw yourself into my arms."

"I wasn't throwing myself into your arms! Let go of me, you liar, you liar! I'm going to tear you apart!" He Meng struggled with all his might, but due to the backlash from forcibly rewriting the contract, he could not exert any strength at all.

"Don't worry. I keep my word. Let's grow stronger together and stand at the top of the world!"

The jelly-like touch lightly slapped against his hand. Yang Yu felt ticklish and assumed it was some kind of Slime greeting.

As he carefully examined He Meng's status panel again, he noticed a tiny progress bar at the bottom. It clearly read: Favorability: -20.

Why was his favorability negative? Was it because I failed to block his attack, or because I suddenly attacked him and caused his favorability to drop?

Whatever the reason, negative favorability did not seem like a good sign. If he let him down at a crucial moment, wouldn't Yang Yu be screwed?

How could he raise his favorability?

Right, Slimes liked eating Four-leaf Clovers. What kind of expression would he make if he saw an endless supply of Four-leaf Clovers?

A flash of inspiration struck Yang Yu, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly. Without caring that his clothes were covered in blood, he rushed straight for the herb garden.

He Meng was extremely dissatisfied that Yang Yu had brought him home without permission, but that dissatisfaction was quickly washed away in the next moment.

Yang Yu opened the insect-proof netting, and a sweet fragrance rushed over him. Bees danced gracefully among the white flowers.

"How is this possible? Why are there so many Four-leaf Clovers here?" He Meng was at a loss. He had never seen so many Four-leaf Clovers in his life.

Yang Yu placed He Meng on top of a beehive, crouched down, and dug a small hole. He casually snapped off a Four-leaf Clover, buried its stem in the hole, and covered it with some soil.

"Four-Leaf Clover Cultivation."

A faint light radiated from his hand. A lush green sprout broke through the soil and grew leaves and branches at a visible pace. Then, like the surrounding Four-leaf Clovers, it bloomed into a beautiful flower.

"This high-grade food actually grew in an instant? Is this guy an angel—no, is he a god?!" He Meng's worldview was completely overturned.