*DING!*
[You have gained a level!]
“Finally…”
Joe spat, clearing the slime guts out of his face. After whole three disgusting days of slime bashing, he advanced to the tenth level.
“Oh gods, oh gods, please tell me we are done here…”
Standing beside him and doing her best not to gag, Alia coughed out the remains of slime king core she crushed with her teeth. The bloody thing rolled over them while they were unprepared, sucking them into its body where it tried and failed to dissolve them. Unsuccessfully. Well, it still stung like a can of mace administered through a person’s backdoor but thankfully, after going through roughly thirty thousand slimes, their acid no longer dealt them any damage.
“Not to complain Joe but I too would like to find myself anywhere else but here. In a bath most preferably.”
Carrying the passed-out saint under one arm and equally unconscious, the newest addition to his lucky bunch, the Dark Marathon Under her other arm, Savile walked over to her new & also old master. Her lithe dark elven body caked up in multitude of slime excretion. A terrifying sight given her imposing Dark Knight aura kept scaring away all the smaller slimes.
“Yeah, I think we’re about done. Were’s bedwarmer?”
A rain composed of various slime chunks followed by insane laughter answered him from the nearby bog. Neira’s attacks had the AOE damage applied against the slimes, rats, bugs, goblins and perverts… Joe wasn’t sure how she got that last one but for the past three days she’s been running around them gathering slime trains and obliterating them in a single punch while he and the remaining girls had to farm experience the good old-fashioned way. Crushing slime cores one by one.
“Go fetch that lunatic, we’re leaving.”
“Thank gods.”
For the first time in a long while Alia followed his orders without any grumbling and eagerly run towards the neared plume of flying slime intestines.
*DING!*
[You have five days remaining!]
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An annoying reminder of his impending doom choose this moment of calm to materialize before Joe.
At first, he thought it would be a clever idea to take a detour through the marshlands bordering the endless desert. A steady supply of water and easy access to food seemed preferable to dry desert but after three days of fighting through miles upon miles of slime infested swamps, he wasn’t so sure anymore. Well, the experience wasn’t so bad in the beginning but…
He glanced over his possessions.
[Neira - Ancient Dark Elf – Lv.19]
[Alia - Ancient Dark Elf – Lv.10]
[Savile - Ancient Dark Elf – Lv.15]
[Lae - Ancient Dark Elf – Lv.10]
[Loirra - Ancient Dark Elf – Lv.10]
This wasn’t enough.
And his alt body still sat at minus thirty levels after it ate the cost of converting his knight into a dark knight.
He still had mixed feelings about that. Savile, the woman in question… had issues. And she was in love. Whatever the hell that meant in the case of a demi. Worse yet, she wasn’t in love with him but with them. Plural. She did her best to explain him the concepts of Prime, Ansha and Toku but it made little sense whatsoever. It boiled down to the prime was responsible for making babies. Ansha had to be first at everything and Toku made sure the Ansha and Prime made the babies. Ansha in return ensured that Prime took utmost care of each Toku and their needs and when he was unavailable or indisposed, she herself took care of every Toku. Oh, and everyone slept with everyone as often as possible. And everyone supposed to love and care for each other while spending the night with only one of the entire Pride was frown upon. And there were many other details that made Joe’s head spin.
It made no damn sense!
He gazed at the knight and her swishing tail. Nude tail. Whatever protected their skin from the acid did not affect their armors and hairs. Those things dissolved within a blink of an eye.
“Don’t think about it Joe. It’ll sort itself out on its own. It always does. It may just take a while longer since our pride is not the usual one.”
His eyes moved up to gaze at the bald, slime covered woman. Her calm smile told him nothing. He still couldn’t decide whether she was insane, planning an orgy or just messing with him.
Well, whatever. Joe inspected her chest then looked to the approaching two. All the women had pronounced bones and their proud double D’s deflated to not bouncy at all, almost flat A. They were running low on calories. Well, they still had some time left before their bodies would starve them, but he could already count their ribs.
Especially Neira, after all that running, looked almost as thin as when he first got her.
“Change of plans.”
He spoke when they gathered around him.
“We’re going back to edge of the swamps. We’ll stop there to clean up and get something to eat then we’re cutting the rest of the way through the desert.”
“Meat!”
Neira cried out tossing herself at Joe’s neck and splashing everyone with more slime gunk.
“Yes, yes. Bath first then meat.”
Or maybe some meat first? He thought while her nude chest rubbed against his bare skin. It was nice and all but… yep. Snacks first. Then bath. Then maybe some oil…
“Bad, perverted mastah.”
Neira purr into his ear. Her smile said she was happy with his reaction.
Yup. His toys deserved some meat. And oil. Lots of oil.
It will help with the sun in the desert.
Yep, the desert…