Finally my meditative haze subsides, and I realize the housing for the enchant has degraded. I couldn't believe how much mana was being gathered. I felt like I was about to be at ground zero for a magically induced explosion, a large one at that.

Everything around me was now void of magic, all enchants dissolved, casings and housings for enchantment arrays where eroded. I gather myself and pull myself from the contact points. I was using myself as a wire basically, channeling magic from the enchants, to what seemed like the magic equivalent of ignition enchant. That seemed to keep it from building up pressure. But with all the mana flowing through me I could barely focus.

All of my speedy thinking was being eaten up with the processing of mana. Somewhere along the way, I was forced into a meditative work flow, and was unaware of what was happing. I go to pull myself from the hole in the golems back, but got stuck. It was my core!

I observe my core with magic sight, and was astonished. My core wasn’t sitting vertically like before, it was now horizontal, and looked more like an upside down star based pyramid. But each of the points had their own pyramid like growths, making the top of the upside down pyramid resemble a crown. The original orange sphere was completely grown over, no resemblance of it was left.

It was about the size of a ping pong ball before, but now, it was about six inches tall, and three inches wide where the “crown” was formed. I dissolved the hole some more and pulled myself out.

“You really scared me you know?” I heard a Gizmo say, seemingly out of breath. He was looking me over.

“Well, how about that.” He said lost in observation. I observe myself as well, and thats when I realized why he was so caught up. I looked like an ambiguous humanoid, in a state of melting into a puddle. The puddle was the lower half of me. I lift an arm up to look at it. My hands where simple, looking like flat mittens, yet I could separate my fingers. It took some focus, otherwise my fingers melded back together.

I could tell I had a head, torso, and arms. I pulled the puddle into myself and formed legs, and tried to move them. I heard gasps and murmurs from the onlookers. I got onto all fours and tried to stand, but collapsed back down into a puddle. My upper half reforming into a androgynous humanoid form.

“By the divines…” Gizmo said. I look at him with my featureless face and tilt my head.

“You’ve eh… grown… two and a half weeks, and look at you. You gave me quite the scare you know?” he said kneeling down. Now I feel bad. That’s how long we’ve been here?

I lunge at the man and give him a hug. He seems startled at first, and some gasps escaped the crowd. He returned the hug and chuckled. I could tell I scared him at first, but he relaxed into the embrace. I pulled myself off of him and looked around. Everyone seemed a little put off by me, but I guess that’s not really new.

A well dress man rushed up to the scene. Gizmo got up and faced him proper.

“Well, Gizmo, it’d seem your slime has… undergone some changes.” He said bending over, cupping his chin with his hand.

“Yes, well I’d assume it had to do with the growth of it’s core. It’s unrecognizable compared to before the fight.” He said.

“I see, and the golem? Harmless now?” he asked sitting up right.

“Yes Count Vallus. No magic left, it’s completely null of any enchantments.”

“Okay, now then. Can I ask why this slime has two titles? And can I get someone else with appraisal magic to second my observations?” the man asks looking around. Three people rush over to confirm.

“Monarch, and sage” they all confirmed. Gizmo looks at me in disbelief. I look at him and tilt my head.

“Well, that’s news. Big news. A divinely recognized monarch. A slime no less. Hmm. If news about this gets out, there will be consequences.” He threatened, as he looked around the room.

“I..” Gizmo started.

“Now now Gizmo. This just got a little more complicated. You are aware of the importance of such titles, no?” he asks looking at a still dazed Gizmo. I guess these title things are important.

“And being a sage, perhaps this is why it’s so clever. Tell me Gizmo, did you actually make this slime?” he asks.

“Ah, Yes sir. But like I said, I haven't been able to recreate the results. To add to that point, what I did, in all honesty, shouldn’t have yielded the results they have.” He Gizmo said looking at me. I just shrug at him, and he let off a single dry chuckle.

Well then, I’m not sure what to make of this. Normally id expect a system or some sort of floating panel only I can see that tells me this stuff. But I guess this isn't that type of world. On top of that, I don’t think I evolved. It feels like I had gone through a heavily sped and enforced growth spurt. And now I apparently am caught up in something bigger? I think on it for a minute and decide that id rather just live with Gizmo and enjoy a bit of a slow life. I’ve been here for a good couple months now, and don’t want to get caught up in some drama that titles like Monarch will get me into.

“Sigh, Gizmo, do you know the last time someone had a title such as Monarch, let alone Royal granted to them by the divine?” Vallus asked.

“I’m not big on history, the magics are my field of focus. But if I remember correctly, when the empires where founded right? Some centuries ago.”

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“Crudely, yes. Your slime here is now considered to be of pure royalty in a way that not even the kings and queens can compete against. Every royal family, they are descendants of the original royals, with said titles.” He aid looking at me.

Okay, so I’m considered pure “blood” royalty. What am I supposed to do with that? I think as I try to form my body again, opting to take a sitting position, crossing my legs. I cup my chin in my hand and the shrug throwing my arms to the side.

“Really, Things just couldn’t be simple could they. Gizmo, I recommend you take your slime back home and not return with it. And slime?” he says shifting his focus to me.

“Take the shape of a normal slime. You don’t want to draw attention to yourself. As a matter of fact…” he says looking around. He waves to one of his men and whispers something. The man runs off in a hurry. At that I melt back into a familiar ball shape. But I notice it will take effort to retain the shape while moving. It’s no longer my natural state it seems.

Moments go by as Gizmo and this Vallus man talk to each other before the man returns with a necklace.

“Ah good. This will make it to where no once can use appraisal magic on you. Consider it payment for saving my colosseum.” He said holding it and dangling it in front of me. I reach out with a arm forming from my mass. I pull it in, and embed the necklace in the membrane around my core after bringing it into my mass.

“The fact you didn’t dissolve it right away speaks volumes of your intellect. Tell me would you consider yourself as smart as a human?” he asks me. I form my human like upper half and nod, but I point to my head, and then point to the air and spin my finger in a circle and make it go faster. After a moment he seems to get it and speaks.

“I see, you think so, and you think faster?” he asks. I give a thumbs up, then bring my hands together, as if to reference the size of something, then bring them apart. I spin my finger around again at a fast rate.

“Much faster than humans?” he asks. I just reply with a thumbs up.

“It’s core increases temperature, depending on how much it thinks. When I kept it in a jar, the inside would fog up from the moisture it burnt off. I still wonder what it could have been thinking of all that time.” Gizmo added smiling towards me.

There is no way I will mention that I was recalling all the hentai I watched in my previous life. I had started re-watching some anime and other things too, but I was seeing just how much of my previous life’s memories where put into this body. As it turns out, all of them. Yet I cant remember names of things. Like I can remember a white hair android woman I fancied, but I cant remember her name or the name of the series she was from. It’s like some sort of copy right filter had been put on my memories.

“I see, that is something. Well in any case, this has all been settled, I’ll cancel my request from earlier. I recommend you hide your friend here. Ill make sure things here are kept quite, as a favor to my best business asset.” Vallus says with a wink to Gizmo.

“Aye, it’d be for the best I suppose. I’ll whip up some golems, better then the last. But maybe there should be a rule against enlisting bought golems from the arena matches, or at the very least, none with such destructive capabilities. This is an arena, not a war zone.”Gizmo scoffs.

“Indeed. I already updated the rules of conduct in that regard.” Vallus laughs. With that the two men said their goodbyes and Gizmo led me to the cart. It looked like he already had things stocked up for our return.

We were able to leave the city without any trouble, aside from the usual glare of the guards.

“I guess you really are something special aren’t you?” Gizmo asks looking back at me. I do a shrugging bob, and my usually “head tilt” motion.

“Yea, I guess you wouldn’t know what that means for you huh? It means the world will be after you if they know you exist. Just about all of them will want you gone. You’re a threat to their authority. Hah it makes me laugh. You have the god given right to boss around those entitled fools.” He laughs. I smirk inwardly at that.

“Well, in any case, you wont be doing any more fights. We shouldn't expose you. It would actually be beneficial to get you stronger and train you in secret. To think id have a chapter in my life where I have to secretly bring up a new monarch! Like those lords that have to take on the task of hiding and raising a princess or prince.” He laughed quietly to himself. He said it quietly, so that it wouldn't be heard by anyone other than us even though we were well on the way by this point with no one around.

With that the ride fell into a silence. I thought to myself what does this even mean? I don’t exactly care for the idea of becoming some sort of monarch. I would rather live the tropes of adventuring, and exploring. Or at the very least living with Gizmo. He reminds me of my grandpa. A little grouchy, self centered sure, but means well, and is kind when it’s needed. Besides if his personality wasn’t how it is, it’d be hard to have these one sided conversations with him.

Once inside I form into my new natural semi human state, and just slide on my stomach down the stairs into the basement. I could tell Gizmo was grinning at the sight.

“If I slip on your slime trail, you’ll have to nurse me back to health!” he cackled. I mentally chuckled, and my body showed it by bobbing. At that, I sit in my dish and try to form my body as solid as I could.

I focused on what I want my form to look like. Well, I was a man in my last life. I’m here now as a humanoid slime. I don’t think I could live with myself if I hid the fact that id like to live as a female. I mean it’s subjective as a slime. But my mind as a man is obsessed with the female form. So, to honor that, I’ve decided to be a slime girl. I mean, who ever heard of a slime man, or slime king? Wait, there was that one side scrolling game. But that’s besides the point, the queen in that game was stronger anyways.

With that, I focus on my form. I try to replicate a form of a normal woman, yet well endowed. My pride not allowing anything less than a tempting figure. My head was still featureless, as was everything else, but I took shape. My legs where out of the dish, and I was trying to sit up slightly so I wasn’t hanging my shoulders and arms off the back side of the dish.

There was a problem. I couldn't control my form at all. I don’t know if it was because my membrane was to thin, or my limbs where to far away from my core, or a mix of both. But it wasn’t working. So I shrink myself in. I shrunk from what felt like a solid five foot eight or so, to a four foot five. Whelp. I guess it cant be helped. I can finally maneuver my limbs in a human like fashion.

I guess this brings up a vital question. Am I a really short woman? Or do I go loli? I grimace slightly. I mean, I’m twenty five, and it’s the shape of my slime. I pull in my mass and condense it more. Some shapely hips, and nice butt, and a blossoming chest. I guess the benefit here is a thicker membrane. Loli it is. I sigh and droop back into my dish, feet still hanging off. I tried to replicate mature female features on my small frame, but without more mass, or ability to control said mass, I’m stuck like this for the time being. I should at least graduate from this to short stack as soon as possible.

I’m just a very short, and flat chested woman. Yea. I move to thinking about how my face should look like when I hear a crash. I look from in between my legs as I’m sitting in my dish to see a stunned Gizmo who had just turned the corner from the stairwell. A look of shock on his face as he looks at me. I think I see a sense of embarrassment crawl over him. Oh yea, I’m naked, featureless but naked.