It's raining jelly this morning.
Victor knew that there comes a time in a person's life when the world seems meaningless. His life had long lost its meaning, so when he saw this scene, he just raised his eyebrows.
At the beginning, he was busy leading little Winkle on a chain to imitate walking around town. Colorful clouds appear out of nowhere and then green, blue, red and white jelly monsters rain down. Colorful gooey creatures the size of puddles landed on the house and grounds, each looking like a blob with two glass eyes. Victor uses his [Monster Insight] Pe
k attacked a blue one, which released some remaining electricity around itself.
thunder jelly
Type: slime
Resistant to physical, water, acid and electricity.
Weak resistance to earth and magic.
A young slime capable of producing bioelectricity. Their bodies make them immune to physical attacks, although they are very weak and vulnerable to most spells. Often used as pets for dungeon cleaners or larger monsters.
Other slimes seem to have different elemental affinities; the red body seems to be perpetually on fire, the green body dissolves substances like acid on contact, and the white body has a cold frost behind it.
"Interesting, a new magical weather." Fuliben said from the scythe. Victor now always carries it with him for safety reasons. "Is this the start of slime season?"
The slime made a screeching sound that Victor translated into a cry.
"Baby?" said little Winkle, with a hint of concern and affection. Oh yes. Victor forgot that the Mimic was slime-type. These creatures are Junior's distant cousins.
Victor believes that in any other city, a monster rain would cause panic, but Mu
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citizens responded calmly. "Free food!" said a businessman selling ladyboys happily, and he immediately took action to catch the ladyboys in the bottle.
"Sweet, pyromancer! A werewolf turns into a monster and goes to grab a fire jelly, probably to use it in his chimney.
Instead of defending against an army of monsters, the game becomes a slime hunting party. Even Victor gets involved, albeit reluctantly, as his pet breaks free of its chains, forcing him to move around.
"Baby!"Ju
io
While shouting, he grabbed the crying jellyfish with his hands and put them on his back. The scene reminded Victor of a hen carrying her chicks on her back for safety.
It's a very funny, if stressful, moment, as little James seems hell-bent on rescuing more slime mold than the rest of the townsfolk can catch. How long will this rain last?
"Slave!"
Victor finds himself teleported to the Temple District, leaving his chained pet behind to meet his master. Unlike other parts of the city, this area closer to the mountains has not yet been affected by the rainfall.
"Slave!" Fankel pointed angrily at the new Temple of the Twelve Gods that was under construction. In order to take care of the local residents, the Church of Shesha brought in mostly animal workers from abroad to build the place, supervised by dwarven engineers. The building was built on a hill next to the volcano and the final design would dwarf Haudemer Cathedral.
"This is the new temple," Victor answered. The place was far from finished, only the main walls had been erected. "What, you want it to go away?"
"It looks taller than my statue in the central square!" Fankel complained angrily. A group of monsters and workers gathered nearby to watch the dragon. "There's no way this liar businessman's statue will overshadow mine! Get Mott!"
Here we go again, Victor thought with a sigh, hanging the bottle on his belt with the free hand that had previously held little James's chain. "No, come out."
The elf appeared in a puff of white smoke, and when he saw Winkle, he looked sad. "oh."
"Minions of my minions, make me the biggest statue you can!"
"Another statue?" Victor could see the light in Mort's eyes slowly disappearing with each new wish, replaced by the familiar, vacant look of a veteran tired of Winkle's antics. .
"But this time it's made of rubies," Winkle clarified. "So it looks as crimson as my scales. Makes it taller than that temple."
"No, please make a statue of His Majesty in pure ruby," said Victor, sympathetic to the creature. So far, Venquire has mainly used elves to fulfill whimsical requests.
The elf sighed heavily and snapped his fingers. A huge statue of Winkle, slightly smaller than the Statue of Liberty, stood in front of the new temple and was made of the purest ruby. It would be a stunning, impressive sight...if it weren't for Mort's depiction of the dragon getting ready to take off, arms outstretched like Superman.
Apparently Winkle was too enamored with his own image to notice the subtle ludicrousness of the spectacle; the crowd was so stunned by the impressive magic show that it stopped laughing.
“Make a smaller statue of my chief of staff next to it,” Winkle added. "Onyx for clothes, lapis lazuli for skin."
"Aside from beautifying the environment and making money, can you use my extraordinary cosmic abilities?" he asked with increasing frustration.
"No," Winkle replied bluntly.
The elf made a tired expression. While he calmly repays Victor's debt, Winkle's demands slowly dull his enthusiasm.
"A dragon will not rule over a city full of shit," the emperor declared. He visited Mu for the first time since he had been living in seclusion for a month
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, because he found this place unsatisfactory, he began to make wishes. "His land must shine as brightly as his treasures!"
Victor had to admit that Winkel might have a hidden architectural talent. After turning all the lead in his domain into gold, Vank used the elves almost exclusively for landscaping: building lavish marble roads, adding golden dragon statues on every street corner, and generally transforming Mu into
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Transformed into an impressive capital city worthy of a Dragon Emperor.
"I wish to rule a city of gems," Vacker ordered. “The most shining place in the world!”
"Is this a real wish?" he asked with a frown, and Victor nodded. The elf sighed heavily; like a condemned man left to die. "I agree."
"I won't bother you two with your gardening," said Victor. "I have to catch little James before he does something stupid and then meet Kya at Alison's house."
"Minion, I changed my mind." Winkle said seriously. "I don't want you to have a child with Knight Kia. She had a great influence on my niece, and she will have a great influence on you."
"It's okay, I'm taking someone out to dinner tonight." Hopefully this will be the last time. "
"Okay, we will return the bottle to the task executor tomorrow." Winkle said, and both Victor and the elf were surprised.
"Can you?" Mort raised his head happily. "Do you really want to?"
"A dragon never breaks its promise," Winkle replied proudly. "I said I would return the bottle to its owner, and I will. He goes and gets the bottle, and we'll raise you, Minion. You'll never stop working for V&V, I swear!"
If there were a picture of "absolute despair" in the dictionary, Mott's face would be at the top of the list. Victor absentmindedly used [Monster Insight] on him, just in case his race was up to something up to no good.
? ? ?
Same result as Melodieuse. Maybe his skills only work on low-level monsters?
But why does this also work for Wink himself?
Um…
After Victor returns Junior and his newly adopted slime litter to the castle, he flies to Alison's place. As Rollo's mechanic, she shares a house with the puppet and recently agreed to let Barnabas live in her workshop. From the outside, their workshop looks like a mad scientist's paradise, with robot parts scattered on the floor next to gears, oil depots and forging tools.
He finds Kia waiting for him in front of an open garage, where Allison and Barnabas the Troll are tinkering with Rollo's gears. "Sorry, I'm late," he said to the knight. "This rain is a bit of a problem. I think we caught most of the slime mold."
"I know," Kia nodded toward the glass light above the garage entrance. A sleeping red slime provides light. "For a gooey blob, they're surprisingly cute."
"Do you think we can use enough particles to create an electric current?" Victor asked, unsure if other nations had ever tried to tame them.
"You need a lot of them, they're still wild monsters," Kia points out. "Some alchemists attempted to tame them, but after initial failure, most turned to powerstone research."
Moreover, most civilized species lack additional skills to deal with monsters, such as Victor's [Monster Student]. If he could tame alien creatures like James Jr., Victor figured he could still exploit them.
"I didn't find anything about the elves," Chia said as Allison and Barnabas finished examining Rollo. "You would think a species that could grant wishes would have more love for it."
"Yeah, I'd like to do more research on his kind before making a wish, but Vai
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I hate lead so much that I can’t listen to it. "At least he convinced the dragon not to want anything too spectacular or too sensitive for the time being. "I don't believe him. Winkle wants to return the bottle to Bassino, which will help us verify the map. "
"I can't say whether it was wise to give the elves to Bassino," Kea admitted.
"Isn't he the hero of the war of the century?"
"Yes, but he supported Gadmani only because he saw an opportunity to gain territory for his country. I met him once and he struck me as cunning and charming, but also an opportunist. "
Still better than Melodieuse. Thinking of her... "By the way, I asked Mort to look for melodiuse, but he didn't find it."
"So she's either using a fake name or blocking his power?" the paladin sighed. "Of course, that would be too easy."
"Thanks, Barney!" Allison thanked Barnabas and they finished Rollo's work.
"I've been thinking about testing these new Agartha gears," grumbled the troll. “Advanced design but shoddy workmanship.”
"I feel as good as new," the golem replied, before punching the sky. "Nothing can stop Rollo now!"
"Hi, Vic, Kia!" Allison greeted them with a bright smile, wiping his greasy hands with a towel. "What's wrong?"
"I'm looking for love," Victor joked.
"In my garage?" she replied deadpan, and Kia chuckled at the sight.
"Well, I have to start somewhere," he replied, then turned to Rollo, "I recently visited a tower full of golems."
"Sabrata?" It reminded me of the past. "So, the Golem Farmer did come from there. "When I managed to get out of it, I got my first Crest. Is that damn Aknapeppe still sleeping at the bottom of the sea?"
"I'm looking for something to help me kick his ass," Kia confirmed, glancing at Barnabas. "Do you have anything that would work against ancient mummies? Like a ring that protects against attacks from the Earth?"
"I can forge a [Sandstorm Amulet]," the troll replied, eager to create new magical items. "High resistance to earth and wind elements, immune to [sandstorm] weather and its penalties, immune to curses."
"The Pharaoh was blessed by Sabra for his crimes against nature," Rollo warned Kya, and Allison frowned at his words. The rise of poor Ishfania and Brandon More were both direct results of Ahenapepe's magic. "Time effects will not affect him, and magical protection will not resist him for long."
The veteran knight assured him: "I won't attack that monster until I have the team and the perfect setup."
"Do you know what he's capable of?" Allison asked her puppet friend. "You worked for him before you gained consciousness."
As Rollo, Allison, and Kya discuss Aknapape's abilities, Victor turns to Barnabas. "I'm also thinking about upgrading my arsenal. These things could help me heal Winkle in battle."
Part of Winkle's body was saved, but there was no way to revive him. Since Victor could never match his master in sheer firepower, he figured he'd better learn how to support him; he should be able to get a decent discount thanks to his new cafe.
"Money comes first." "You're in debt."
"Yes," Victor replied, and handed him his wallet, thanking Mort for his wish. "There's enough here to satisfy you."
The troll blacksmith took one look at the gold coin and refused. "No, I don't accept fairy gold."
Hearing the elf's name, Victor, Qia and others blinked at the same time. "Come again?" the minister asked.
Barnabas answered and said, I take not God's gold. "It's either cursed, fake, or it's blood money."
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oh oh.
Victor connected the threads. [Monster Insight] does work on dangerous monsters.
The cafe just doesn't recognize a particular one.
"Vic," Kya quickly drew her sword. "Mort is not an elf."
For elves do not exist in Overmond. They are another name for.
"Damn it!" Victor rushed out immediately, Kia, Alliso
and Rolo followed him. It was only a matter of time before he granted all Vankel's wishes
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHH!"
Before Mort collapsed.
His screams of frustration echoed throughout the city, accompanied by a burst of acrid purple light. "Greater blessing!" Kia immediately covered herself with a golden halo...
But the purple explosion immediately lifted the spell, and she and Allison were instantly transformed into gemstone statues. Only Victor and Rollo were unaffected.
Of course, Mort will first kill the woman who defeated Bara'ur.
"Alison!" Rollo paused angrily, then rushed towards the source of the scream.
The bottle's protective magic protected Vic from the wish, and Rollo was an artificial creature with a natural resistance to magic, but no one was as lucky as him. When they pass through Mu
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As they passed by citizens turned into jeweled statues.
They found Mort in a destroyed town square, busy materializing tons of gems onto Vacker, burying him underneath. The elf had pinned the dragon beneath a mass of stone, and his spell removal spell could not counteract the effect.
"You like gems? You like gems?!" Mort roared, with a twisted and crazy expression on his face. In a fair fight, this giant monster maggot could easily crush the "elf", But he was caught off guard.
"Minion! Minion, stop-" Winkle shouted from under the huge mountain of gems, and more gems fell, drowning his head. Even the almighty dragon doesn't have the strength to lift so many gems at once; the tip of its tail swings outside the pile of rocks, demonstrating the Emperor Penguin's futile escape.
Mort glared at Victor and Rollo with disdain. "Ah, my 'master' and a traitorous puppet. What a pair."
"No, what did you do?" Victor glared at the "goblin".
"Winkle wants a city of gems," said Mott, with cruel joy in his hollow eyes. "Now he has it. No more new statues!"
"I can't believe you only lasted a few days," Victor teased him. "I've stayed sane for months!"
"Yes, when I was tied in the bottle, I may have looked like you, a humble slave...but deep down in my cold heart, I knew who I was." His voice became deeper. Get up, echoing the sound of biting cold wind. "Ogre, the legendary Satan..."
The goblin grew and changed until Mort was no longer a child. His massive size, larger than a troll, overshadowed his master. "The thing seemed to be made of ice bones, eating the bones of a kid with goat's horns; his vertebrae moved and pressed against the bottle on Victor's belt, as if only half of his body was allowed to come out. Two Malicious blue stars replaced its eyes, and it glared at the minister.
"An Elven Lord."
"Destroyer of the Earth," Rollo muttered with a hint of fear.
"You are the creature on the mural on the tower." Victor recognized it.
"The tower amplified my power until Aknapeppe wished the elven lands dry," Mort said with a vicious pride. "When you wish me to be free, when I can strangle the children of mortals with my own hands, I will destroy this land and finish what Bara'ul failed to finish."
Victor said expressionlessly: "Yes, you are very smart to say that, it will never happen now." "You should play a long game. If you behave well, I will let you go."
"I meant it, but found worse things than being trapped in a beeping bottle, giving gifts to mortals against my will." "Serve the dragon!"
"I wish those who were turned into gems could become flesh again," Victor pointed out.
He said: "I will carve out the flesh of your idols and make them come alive to eat you." "Otherwise I will turn everything into flesh, from bones to brains. I will fulfill any wish you make, no matter how you do it." Say. Unless you set me free."
Yes, it is impossible in the promised land. But if Winkle's own [Spell Purification] cannot suppress Mort's ancient magic, only another wish can counteract the chaos. The elves must have some weakness. "You can't kill."
The scary fairy cackled. "You'd be surprised what I can get you through. So what? Deal or pain?"
An idea suddenly occurred to Victor. "Okay. Let's sign a contract."
"Yes, if you want me to be free, I will--"
"No, I mean a written contract." Watched by a few evil creatures who are as good at twisting words as elves. "I'm going to call my lawyer!"
