"Wake up, Slime!" Lin Jun's mycelium fingers elongated, poking at the gelatinous blob. Each poke left a shallow indentation that quickly bounced back to its original shape.
The eyes on the Slime pointlessly rotated—Lin Jun knew this creature didn't really have facial features and naturally didn't see with the makeshift "eyes."
"It's a Slime Man, you can clearly see the panel..." the Demon King looked at the Mushroom People with glowing caps, "No matter how many times I look, it's still so incredible. Such a vast soul, yet possessing a unified will."
"Lack of insight... no," Lin Jun paused, adjusting his tone, "Respectable adversary! We meet again finally. Are you interested in having a chat with your opponent, me?"
"..." The Demon King stayed silent for a moment, "Sure, I'm quite curious about you as well."
"What are you planning to do this time around?"
The Demon King shuddered: "Suppose... to save the world."
Suppose...
