Loading...
The fifth Rock Slime melted away with a deflating hiss. Now that Leon had learned how to maneuver through the underground passageways, taking them down was becoming easier. Just as El-Cid had said, even soft ground had its own merits.
He couldn’t launch himself with the same force as on solid ground, but he could certainly use the slipperiness to move in unpredictable ways. In some ways, it allowed for even more freedom than flat terrain.
El-Cid sneered, —Mmm? ‘Freedom’ is one word for it. I’d call it a mess.
“C’mon, man… Nobody gets it perfect on the first try…” Leon replied, deflated.
—I did.
Leon glared at El-Cid with dead eyes, then crouched down to gather the stone shards and drop them into his sack. The shards that were infused with magic numbered no more than two or three per slime, and they were far smaller and lighter than Ratman tails.
Filling the sack this time might be a challenge, Leon thought to himself as he roughly counted the loot.
He would need to kill way more than he did with the Ratmen, but Rock Slimes were four times harder to deal with. He would rather take on twenty Ratmen than five Rock Slimes. Racking up hundreds of kills like before was clearly impossible. He liked the satisfying feeling of turning in a full sack, but for this job, it looked like he’d have to let that go.
—If you’re done resting, let’s...
Unlock free chapters every day
Bookmark your novel and never lose track of your progress
Share your thoughts with your favorite translator in the comments.
