Inside a church covered in moss and old vines, an ancient wall had long since collapsed. The ground was littered with broken tiles and rotten wood, blackened by the swamp water.
A lush green Slime was sprawled out, resting with its eyes closed on a relatively dry pile of broken tiles. Its body rose and fell with the fluctuations of Magic Power.
Beside him, blinking with alert eyes, was his loyal crocodile guard. It bared its small teeth, looking quite fierce.
It was as if it would unleash its powerful death-roll finishing move the moment an enemy drew near.
After an unknown amount of time, once the last wisp of gray, misty Magic Power had been slurped clean, the Slime slowly opened its round eyes.
[Poison Resistance Lv. 4 → Poison Resistance Level 5]
[Devouring and Digesting Lv. 4 → Devouring and Digesting Level 5]
[Splitting and Multiplying Lv. 1 → Splitting and Multiplying Lv. 2]
