Some time later.
Li Qing quietly followed these slimes, winding through the paths, and arrived at a slum in this medieval-style western city. In a pile of sticky underground nests, he saw a swarm of wriggling slimes.
At the top was a dark red slime.
This slime was quite interesting.
Its gooey body encased a dead skeletal frame, which formed a humanoid shape and stood in a high place, speaking loudly.
"They turned me into a Cleaning Slime!"
"I'm quite well off! Cleaning garbage in the city, while some of our kind have been taken to upscale places. Do you know what they turned into?"
"They became toilet slimes, became toilet paper! Piled up in the bathroom, passing guests squatted down and just wrapped their butts with slime..."
"I hope our kin will join in resistance, so as not to follow in my footsteps."
It loudly described the plight of the slime race, believing that at this rate, their entire race would be reduced to slaves, born as servants.
