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God-Tier Slime ❤︎ 5 — A Name Forgotten, A Slime’s Fate
🕑 Added 2025-04-01 09:39:05 +0000 UTCFor a long time, all he saw was whiteness—opaque, blank valleys and different contours of white. It was as if he had gone reverse-blind.
When his goggly eyes opened again, he wiggled slightly. He felt strange—like something inside him had died, yet he was still the same as before. He had every recollection, every memory.
He was... Vicktori—
He was... Victor—
He was... Vik—
He was what? Why the fuck couldn’t he recall his name?
A status screen popped up before him, and he stared in awed disbelief.
Congratulations! You have evolved.
Baby Slime Lv2 → God Slime Lv1
[System Notification]
Name: The Nameless Slime
Level: 1 (God Slime)
Race: Slime (Divine)
Class: None
HP: 80/80 (↑40)
MP: 50/50 (↑40)
Stamina: 30/30 (↑14)
Attributes:
Strength: 5 (↑2)
Dexterity: 8 (↑3)
Constitution: 6 (↑3)
Intelligence: 5 (↑3)
Wisdom: 6 (↑4)
Charisma: 7 (↑4)
New Passive skill:
Divinity Fragment – Grants a fraction of a goddess’s divine essence, increasing vitality, mana capacity, and natural regeneration. Slowly unlocks new divine traits over time.
huh
“God slime? I’m a god now?”
[More like god-like, but since you possess the essence of a divine being—my essence—you may well be on your way there.]
“Wait, you’re essence?”
[Yes, of course. A fraction of dormant power resided in the fragment. Since you consumed it, in a sense, you are under my influence.]
The Nameless Slime fidgeted. Was this another trick? Another goddamn scam? Had he fallen for divine bullshit twice now?
[Calm down, I am not decieving you, but this is the price of power] the voice inside him shushed him. [Yes… until we find a way to retrieve my body from the blade, I’m going to be stuck inside you.]
“Wait, inside me? You parasite! You meant to cacth a ride with me the whole time?”
[Indeed. We had an agreement—you help me, I help you.]
The Nameless Slime thrashed, his body sprouting dozens of writhing tentacles that slammed against the cavern walls.
“So why can’t I recall my own name?!”
[Because it is the price of divinity. You gave up your mortalhood, as did I once, and the predecessor before me.]
Hah. Some goddess she was. If she was elected—
[Snarky. But all gods are chosen by even higher beings, whom I shall not name.]
Like who? Cthulu?
[I do not know this cthulu.] She continued, her voice tinged with impatience. [Now, shall we get a move on?]
“Get a move on?! Get a move on where? I’m not going anywhere with you!” he bubbled.
The Nameless Slime slammed his head against the cavern wall.
SLAM!
SLAM!
SLAM!
Inside his head, the goddess underwent turmoil as his inner realm began to shake.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A vision blurred in his mind—he could see simultaneously inside and outside of it.
A lecherous scene played out within his inner realm as she trembled. The red-haired goddess was no longer covered. Instead, her large, perky breasts bounced with fervor and motion. And her butt jiggled like whipped cream in a blender.
Normally, he’d be thrilled to see something as delectable as bouncing titties, but the thought of some half-formed entity being stuck in his head felt fundamentally wrong. And to top it off, he still couldn’t remember his name.
[Stop that! Slime! AT ONCE!] she shouted, her breasts jiggling in unending agony.
He did stop—but only because another screen popped up, drawing his attention.
Choose a class.
Sovereign Metamorph – A ruler of ever-shifting form, you command the power of transformation with absolute authority. Your body bends to your will, shifting between divine, monstrous, and perfect forms as needed.
Aeon of Goo – Become an ancient slime touched by the essence of time, you flow between past, present, and future with every shifting motion. Your body defies logic, warping age, mass, and even time itself to reshape reality.
Scourge of Devouring – A living hunger, you consume and assimilate everything in your path, growing stronger with every feast. Flesh, magic, and even souls can be broken down and reforged as part of your being.
Swarm Thing – You are not one, but many—a shifting legion of slimes that act as a single, chaotic intelligence. Your body splits, reforms, and moves as a hive, overwhelming foes with sheer unpredictability. Where one of you falls, a dozen more rise, for the swarm is eternal.
The Nameless Slime stared at his endless predicament—what to choose and what to abandon. He could only pick one.
[May I suggest something?]
“No.”
[Oh…] The goddess complained. [But… an Aeo—]
“Shut up. I'm thinking.”
Now he wasn’t going to choose Aeon of Goo, just because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
That left Swarm Thing and Scourge of Devouring. Both sounded absurdly disgusting. He didn’t care about eating endless amounts of creatures or turning into some eldritch horror.
That left Sovereign Metamorph—which, he guessed, worked in favor of his goals.
He mentally tapped the button.
Sovereign Metamorph Chosen: Choose a starter skill.
Master Shapeshifting – Your body is endlessly malleable, allowing you to take on new forms with ease.
Royal Presence – Your aura exudes an unnatural authority, making weaker creatures hesitate or submit.
Exalted Flesh – Your body adapts to injuries, regenerating faster and reinforcing itself in battle.
He went with Master Shapeshifting. The sooner he could turn into a human, the better. The sooner he could reach his goal.
Master shapeshifting lvl 1. Turn into anything you desire for one second, every transformation increased profiency.
1 second, what a rip-off, he supposed he should level it. But any, anything he could imagine. Anything....Oh boy, he was in for a jolly ride.
But first, he needed a goddamn name.
[Now… Nameless Slime, you’ve made some pretty dumb class choices, haven’t you? No matter. A favor for a favor.]
He considered it. He wasn’t wrong. Victoria? Did she die? Or was it Viktor? Who even cared. he was a god now he...
Anyway.
He’d agree—but not for free.
“Talk dirty to me.”
[What?!]
“Talk dirty to me. If you want me to listen oh beautiful sly goddess.”
[I… I refuse! Even I have limits. Just get out of this place. You’ve drawn a lot of attention by now.]
Attention? What was he implying?
[If you get out… maybe I’ll consider it. Maybe we can even work out some metaphorical fling. It wouldn’t be my first time with a slime.]
Okay, she was naughty.
The nameless slime started hearing something stir below—like a massive rumbling.
Thump.
Then bump.
Then thud.
The walls began to shake. He heard something heavy bounce. And not just one thing—many things.
The nameless slime hopped to the edge of the room, peering below.
Panic set in. Then frustration. Then panic again.
Hundreds of slimes were heading up the slope. Some tumbled down the gap of the broken bridge.He stared in fright, and fear drove him back inside the cavern room. He started bouncing against the walls.
“What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?!”
[Calm down, you lecherous fool! You have to go down.]
The nameless slime slammed his head against the wall.
“Go down?! Did you see what’s waiting for me out there?!”
[Not that way. The other way—down the slope.]
“No. Noooooooo. Nonono. I’ll die!”
He would most certainly plummet to his death.
[You will live. Just do it.]
“I can’t.”
[You have to or you will die.]
But...
He caved.
Mustering the courage to leave, the nameless slime crept between the tall grasses, waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
The slime horde came closer and closer.
A massive slam on the ground sent him hurling into the air.
His goggly eyes bulged outwards, hurting his vision, and he swore his eye fell out, and a new one took its place.
-1HP
A fat, giant roundblob loomed over him. Its face was more developed than the others, and a small crown sat atop its head. It licked its lips ominously.
[A King Slime!!!]
A king what?
[Run!]
The nameless slime dashed toward the slope. The sound of rushing water added to the tense chase. Dozens of slimes bounced after him, murmuring and humming.
Blob.
Bloob.
Plop.
Plop.
The nameless slime made the mistake of looking back.
The last thing he saw was a massive tentacle coming down on him.
The King Slime loomed over him, staring him down.
Smiling sinisterly.
The tentacle crashed into the slime god.
