CHAPTER 36: CHAPTER 36—CRATE

Chapter 36—Crate

Slime#47 landed back on the ground in his jelly form—Thud!

’Damn... mana dry again...’ he thought irritably as his vision dimmed. He was close to mana exhaustion—though not fully out, with only a few wisps of mana left.

But he still cracked a crazy grin, "Hhahhahah..."

After more than twenty loops, he finally freed himself from those humans.

As he stared at the dead body of the slime farm owner, a notification blinked in his vision.

[ Ding! You have killed a Tier 2 High Human! ]

[ Ding! You have leveled up! ]

[ Ding! You have leveled up! ]

[ Ding! You have leveled up to Lv.52! ]

Despite leveling up, he didn’t regain reserves, nor a full health recovery. His body still had scratches from the fight.

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"Why didn’t I regain full health, nor the energy recovery when I leveled up? Wouldn’t it be best if one fully recovered on leveling up?" the young slime asked the expert, Elder Slime.

"No. Leveling up doesn’t even heal small scratches, much less full recovery..." Old Slime said firmly, "Think of it like this: if someone is fighting and uses an EXP orb in the middle of battle after getting tired, then levels up—and by your logic fully recovers—he’d just win the battle due to recovery."

He took a deep breath and said seriously, "If leveling up fully healed one, only the rich would dominate—with a load of EXP orbs, get level-up recovery, and the poor would have no chance. The world doesn’t support that."

’EXP orbs... that makes things easier,’ the young slime grinned. He’d seen those in many novels, manga, and manhwas. If he could find them, he wouldn’t have to kill to level up.

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Back to the present.....

’I can’t faint yet...not until I finished everything,’ Slime#47 mused, forcing himself to stay conscious.

He sensed a kid trembling under the pile of rocks in front. All the wooden fences, which had separated the fields, were broken and shattered into pieces.

Slime#47 got a good view of all the farms at once from one glance. His field was about 40–50 square meters; now, together, the entire farm complex was around 500 square meters.

His field still had 52 slimes alive. Across the entire farm... nearly 800 slimes. And all of those slimes were fed garbage and harvested for jelly like livestock.

’Damn, what ruthless exploitation...’ he thought, feeling once again that killing them had been justified.

Wob!-Whoosh!

He flashed behind the kid’s back.

’Wait...isn’t this slime farm brat?’ He mused as he got a good glance at the kid.

This brat was the one who killed him in the first loop!

He then noticed the boy watching nervously a specific spot where the trough had once been; he didn’t even notice the young slime behind him.

’The kid isn’t even sad that his father was dead—only afraid of losing something hidden under the trough’s spot,’ Slime#47 mused, realizing that even the kids in this world had become ruthless.

"Acid Fist," he muttered.

He focused his aura into his palm and struck the kid’s back—Bam!—shattering the spine and killing him instantly.

Thud!—The kid dropped dead in the dirt.

’I have avenged myself, mama slime....and every slime he’d killed,’ he mused, remembering the arrogant smirk on brat’s face when he’d killed him in the first loop, and mama slime in the second loop.

He’d felt that if that farm woman hadn’t stopped him, the brat would’ve butchered even more slimes.

"I do have a bit of aura left," he noted. Almost all his mana was gone, but some aura still remained.

Wob!—Wob!— He bounced to the spot the kid had been staring at, his face brimmed with expectation.

Wob!—Wob!— Mama Slime undid the shield, and she and Little Slime bounced over.

"Boss Slime! You’re so strong—so, so strong!" Little Slime cried, clinging to him, eyes shining. Mama Slime inspected him with concern, checking for wounds. Seeing only scratches, she hugged him too—warm and relieved.

He didn’t push them away this time; he let them cling for a while before they finally released him.

"Boss Slime, teach me how to fight like that. I want to be strong like you!" Little Slime begged, clenching his fist and punching the air wildly, "Bam...Bam..." He imitated the sound of clashes he’d just witnessed.

"Elder Slime will teach you. Don’t worry," Slime#47 grinned; little Slime trembled hearing old slime.

Elder Slime wouldn’t dare hit Slime#47 because of Mama Slime—but Little Slime? Mama Slime didn’t mind at all, letting Elder Slime "train" him as harshly as he wanted.

Boom! Boom!

"Acid Fist!" Slime#47 slammed his fist into the ground where the trough had been placed before.

Crack!—crack!A fissure split open beneath the dirt as his fist hit something hard—like metal, he smiled, ’Found it,...’ He punched again—Bam!

A solid metal crate, bigger than a normal blue slime, emerged into view.

"Oh... so that’s why the kid kept staring here....Treasure," he muttered, rubbing his palms in delight.

Young Slime and Mama Slime leaned in. Wob!—! Little Slime bounced up and down, excited—he’d never had a day this thrilling in his entire life.

Thud!—Young Slime pulled the crate up.

"Open it," he said, and they pried the lid up together.

"Whoa..." he breathed as blue and red crystals glittered inside—the crate was completely filled.

Red crystals contained aura, and blue ones had mana.

"I can skip rituals next loop, thank the....time god," he breathed, relief flooding his body. ’Grotesque octopus....I don’t have to see your disgusting face again.’

Wob!—Little Slime jumped into the crystals, rolling his body over them. "They’re so shiny!" he said, holding up a red crystal.

The red crystals were about the size of a human baby’s fist, the blue ones about the same, just a bit smaller.

’Finally...Elder Slime can also teach me more powerful techniques,’ Young Slime mused, then turned to the edge of the farm. "It’s time to finish them all."

Wob!—Wob!——he bounced out of the farm.

After a few moments, at the entrance of the slime farm complex, he spotted a two‑story medieval‑style wooden house, with smoke rising from its chimney.

"Are they seriously cooking right now?" he muttered, disgusted that they were so heartless.

’They didn’t seem to care about the slime‑farm owner—or are they just that confident in him?’ He mused, wondering.

They weren’t as cold as he believed—They were just stupidly confident.

As an E‑rank adventurer, the slime‑farm owner had plenty of experience fighting goblins, kobolds, and slimes. For him, this should have been a mere clean-up.

Even knowing he was facing an evolved slime, they hadn’t cared—because in their eyes, a slime was still just a slime.

And mostly they have forgotten the power of slimes and what they could do!

End of the Chapter. __________________________________________________________________