Give me freedom or give me !

While you made preperations for your ambush the girl sat in the summoning room in silence. You didn’t know what was going through her head but at least she stopped crying so thats probably a good thing?

For your preperations: you wanted to stick to the ceiling, so that as soon as the first cultist came through the door you would drop onto his face, morph into shape and then start melting his face. While doing this the other cultist could be taken out with magic.

You also tried eating the knife so that you could spit it out later towards the cultists but for some reason you couldn’t eat the metal blade, it simply didn’t go through your membrane so you just left it. Cal wouldn’t be much of a threat to you, having no arms and all that. And altough she seemed to be willing to help (for some reason) you doubted she would be usefull. And if your plan worked the cultists wouldn’t have a chance to grab it, besides: they would have their own weapons.

And then you heard it: footstep, from outside.

Quickly setting your plan in motion you used the table leg to reach the ceiling, then your body crawled up the leg until it touched. Once you felt like you had a solid grip you lifted the rest of your body upwards dropping the table leg in the process so that now your whole body was hovering above the door.

As the footsteps stopped in front of the door you anxiously waited. You only had 1 shot at this, who knows what might happen if you missed.

Suddenly the footsteps stopped in front of the door, you heard a pair of keys rattling before the door was unlocked.

As the door swung open you watched them come in, the cultists were wearing the same dark blue robes as before which made it impossible to distinguish their faces.

You let the first cultist pass you, he was still fiddling with the keys so it would take him a split second longer to draw a weapon. The second cultists was right behind him, and as soon as he was directly under you: you let go of the ceiling and dropped down.

With a soft plop you landed on the cultists head and for a second nothing seemed to happen. The lead cultist yelled for “girl” to come out, he sounded quite angry. the man who currently wore you like a hat meanwhile shouted his last words: Come clean up this godsdammed slime!

As soon as he finished that sentence you managed to burn through his cloak and fell through onto his brown hair, quickly latching onto the top of his head you morphed your body to envelop the rest of his head.

As soon as you morphed it looked like he was going to scream but you quickly **** a part of you into his mouth to effectivly gag him. With his mouth already covered you then made 2 little nubs that entered his nose to slowly suffocate him.

If you got lucky he would only go uncocious, you didn’t have much time to think about the morality of your actions as the other cultist quickly turned around, he dropped the keys and traded them for a knife. It looked simmilar to the knife Cal had except for a big purple jewel in the handle.

Now normally most people would hesitate to attack their colleagues/friends with a knife if something is covering their face, but this cultist either realised you were a threat or straight up didn’t care for them. He was quickly upon you slashing away at your body and to his credit he mostly avoided your victims body.

You managed to dodge him a couple times but he soon managed to cut off a small piece of your body.

The cut hurt, not as much as one would expect but it still made you panic. And in this panic you quickly cast [mana bolt], the cultist seemed suprised by the bolt and waa **** to take a step back. You were disappointed to waste half your MP and possibility for mana lance on a panic response but the extra distance bought you time. And time was something you desperatly needed.

Your ride meanwhile was starting to panic and was trying to grab and pull you. But your morph had given you plenty of places to stick to him including inside of his mouth and nose so you stuck to him like glue. And it was in this desperation he gave up trying to grab you and he reached for his knife. **** people make **** moves, even in this world.

At first he tried scraping you off but he soon started making slicing motions, he hurt you plenty but as long as he didn’t stab your core which you had hidden under his robe you would survive, ignoring the pain you tried to make a new plan of attack.

As soon as this cultist chokes you would try to jump towards the other cultist, if he tried dodging or attacking you midair you would use another mana-bolt to injure or stop him. Which means you would need to allow him to get close, or you could manipulate your mass to be more in front of your target then behind. Currently you were spread out over his entire head but if you could remove the mass from the back towards the front he might tumble forward.

And so you tried shifting your mass forward. Your victim being much to busy stabbing and **** easily tumbled forward, taking a weak step forward to stabilise himself.

You felt proud of the fact that you managed to figure out a solution. Before you heard the other cultist speak: “Dying to a slime, you never would have lasted”

Suddenly: you heard a soft boom, soon after you felt pain, lots of it. If you were still human you would have been screaming in agony as a burning feeling washed itself over your entire body. It slowly ebbed away but you lost all sense of direction and bravery. When you had regained your senses you noticed a couple things.

You were currently in the floor, The cultist you were previously on top of? half his face was missing. A perfect circular hole had replaced the left half of his face. Brain, blood and other gore covered the wall behind him and purple smoke was traling to the low ceiling originating from the wound.

In front of you the other cultist was holding the knife with 1 hand pointed at you, the purple jewel glowing with a faint light and a smoke like skull swirling around this knife point. It was also the first time you got a good look at this face: he was a man you guessed to be in his late 30’s, a small beard and stern cold eyes. 1 thing was for sure: he did not care much about blowing his comrades brains out.

You meanwhile had lost a lot of mass, you guessed you lost about 40% , if you were further in the process of shifting your mass you probably would have died. Well, you still were going to die most likely. You now lost your only 2 advantages: suprise and magic.

I suppose cultists using magic isn’t that uncommon of an idea but you were not prepared for it. Or is the dagger magical somehow?

And more importantly: how are you going to make it out of this?

Jump at him? He would expect it, and the knife and magic would both tear you apart. Magic? His was not only more powerfull and faster but he probably had more mana as well, not to mention how he already dodged your mana bolt at close range. So whats left? Try to run out the door? You were closer to it but your slow movement speed means he would easily catch up. Any shapes that you can morph into? Not any you knew of, if you even had the mass for it.

Honestly, you were screwed. Mayby those gods would let you try again? You got a pretty bad spawn after all.

And as you were considering your options for your next life, having give up hope for this one you saw, in slow motion as cal came running towards the cultist dropkicking him right as he launched another skull towards you causing it to miss you entirely and hit the floor in front of you.

You saw cal drop down painfully having no way to cushion her fall, meanwhile the cultist hit the floor face first with a painfull crunch you presumed to be his nose.

None of this mattered to you however, all you saw was an oppertunity to survive and you took it: quickly spending the last of your MP to send a mana bolt towards the man before he had even hit the floor. Simultaniously you lept towards his face filled with a bravery that can only come from desperation as you narrowly avoided the wildly flinging knife wielding arm.

As soon as the cultist hit the floor you were on his throat: and you started “eating” sending enzymes to attack his now exposed weak point.

He screamed in a primal rage using 1 hand to grab at you, by now going through muscle while the other threw his knife at Cal who was running as far as possible from him. You didn’t see if the knife hit or not but you did hear a yelp of pain as she disappeared into the other room. Determined to avenge your saviour you redoubled your efforts. And the cultist, now unarmed began to panic, and his screams went from rage, to panic, to desperation until eventually they were nothing but a soft wet gurgling noise.

Even then you kept going, as the cultist lay on the ground convulsing fueled by anger and the pain he had inflicted upon both you, and your unlikely ally.

You only stopped when his head rolled away from his body. You had eaten the entirety of his neck.

Was this really you? Mere hours ago you had first tasted human flesh in order to save another, now in anger you had decapitated a man and indirectly murderd another, and unlike last time: you striked first.

And thats when you came to your senses, you had heard a yelp of pain earlier: Cal was hurt. It was your duty to repay her for what she did just now.

Rushing over as fast as your slime body allowed you saw her, the knife had pierced her leg she couldn’t stand, she was bleeding but she was alive. A little worse for wear but alive.

She still seemed fearfull of you when you came closer but didn’t seem to have the energy nor willpower to crawl away. Luckily for her The healing pot was still in this room and with some effort you carried it towards her. You wanted to take out the knife but knew that if you did that she would only bleed more. So instead you went over to the corpses of the cultists and ate through some of the fabric they were wearing resulting in a crudely cut piece of cloth.

You took the cloth back to Cal and using your trusty little nub pulled the still purple glowing knife out of her leg. It went in deep, she was lucky it didn’t cut an artery but it surely must have broken something important.

Once the whole knife was out the blood began pouring out. You used the remaining liquid in the healing pot and dumped it all in the wound. Hopefully it worked like a disinfectant. After that you tried to wrap the cloth around the wound. Your short nubs didn’t allow you to do it properly but it seemed Cal understood your idea and wrapped the cloth around the wound.

Seeing how quickly it stained red you quickly went to cut more.

After moving back and forth until you had cut up nearly an entire robe did the bleeding finally seem to calm down, Cal had passed out in the meantime but you were fairly certain she would make it. At least: her HP wasn’t decreasing further. Altough it did seem to have decreased [5/20]. You hadn’t bothered to use your hud much during the fight. It might have been helpfull to know their HP numbers and how they interact with your action what even is HP anyway?

Ah well, that seems like a future you problem. For now you had notifications to deal with.

First of all: your sorcerer level had gained a level. You were now level 2. What did it mean? You had no clue, your ability descriptions didn’t change. Mayby they are just more powerfull all around?

What you did get was a new piece of information: how to level up your sorcerer ability. It seemed to be unlike monster level which levels up from XP your sorcerer level required a “major event”. Which in this case meant: defeat an enemy that uses at least 1 magical attack against you. On top of that there was also an monster level requirment. So basically: you need to level your body first with XP before doing/surviving something challenging which then levels up your sorcerer level.

You’re also supposed to unlock new quests with a sorcerer level but you didn’t see any yet.

In all honesty if this was a game it would be a fairly boring gameplay loop. Progress essentially required grinding, and unless the grinding is fun you doubted you would enjoy it. Ah well, this isn’t a game its a life. Life doesn’t care if its fun it just is.

Speaking of which: you also noticed something else a little progress bar hidden in one of the many new progress trackers.

Reading closer you saw it had to do with your morph ability.

“Human parts absorbed”.

“Fan bloody tastic, I have a cannibalism progress bar. Thats just great, thank god(s) how could I live without this” you said with the most sarcastic tone you could muster.

Wait.... you spoke? Slimes don’t speak?

Reading closer you read: “progress until full morph at appropiate mass is available. Individual parts fully unlocked can be used independantly”.

So basically: if you ate a tomato (or in this case a human) you would gain the ability to morph into a tomato. And if you only ate the seeds of the tomato, you could morph part of your body into seeds.

But thats when you remember your little nub. You had used if as an arm/hand. And you only got the nub after eating Cal’s arms.

And mere moments ago you ate through a man’s throat. You know whats in the throat? Vocal cords! And thats why you could speak! It made sense, a sick game sort of way but there was logic here.

And so for the first time since coming to this world you spoke:

“Hello!”

Never could you have imagined you would be happy to hear your own voice. Its honestly quite friendly to hear its your own voice instead of an imitation of the man you killed. That sounds rather unpleasant.

Now the next question is: if you get a nub from eating arms, and a voice from wating vocal cords: does that mean you should eat the rest of the corpses? Would you unlock legs, human eyes, a human brain etc? Before you could decide on if you were willing to abandon a human value to become more human you heard Cal groaning.

It seems like she’s waking up, and since you now have a voice you would be able to communicate.