Chapter 143—Inscribing the mark
Slime#47 focused all his demonic force on his palm and tried to form the mark of the Ancient battle style.
He started with the basics—forming a square.
"It's tough," he muttered as he glanced at the weird shape in his palm.
A black, glowing half-circle—half-box—formed on his palm.
'Is this even a square?' he mused. His eye twitched.
He dispersed the shape with a flick of his finger.
He repeated the process again and again.
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Time passed as he focused on forming the mark…
Outside…
"Looks like he isn't in a hurry," Thomas said with a wide grin as he sat back on his chair.
Nobi meditated, placing the potion beside her legs.
She glanced at the lion-headed instructor with narrowed eyes. "You didn't warn Young Slime about not trying the mark on the soul directly?"
Thomas grinned widely. "Because I wanted to check Young Slime's mentality."
