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It would cost me nothing to face them, with this rage that consumes me, nothing could stop me from ripping out the torches along with their stupid hands, maybe I could do it with such speed that they would not feel the pain until I used their torch and maybe their arm with a spell that would turn it into a burning log..... Burn them and let them suffer a fate similar to those unconscious lumps who only know how to cry out for the pain they don't understand, created by idiot humans or perhaps some other "magical" being in their thirst for power.

As I begin to shift the weight of my body, I hear a smile again, not the happy one that my beloved has not used for years, it is a laugh of self-satisfaction, of evil, the pleasure of knowing that I am doing something wrong and that she agrees, the impression of feeling those eyes sparkle with anticipation, of that mouth with the black tongue licking inside the coffin, no, I cannot let go of my control over this that inhabits the body of my love, I must find another method.

One of the gel blocks escaped more by inertia than by a real ability to flee, it is small enough not to be seen, so close that I can see its structure, a kind of anima, a very small flame is what animates its body, it is something similar to the concept of animated armor, only that this piece of simple consciousness has only found garbage, slime that is abundant and protected with it, but to maintain its structure it has extended its consciousness along the molecules and cells of the organism, That's why the fire affects it so much, it literally burns (sadly, by not using this slime, the lesser consciousness should fade away, but this gel transmits the physical heat and is responsible for its pain), trying to communicate with these inferior beings must be a challenge, but it will be easier to do so than continuing to listen to the cry of pain of these creatures or arguing with drunks.

Finally on the seventh try I get her to pay attention to me little by little, I make her essence concentrate in the center and the lines that connect to the rest of the body become thin, they are not used much, they are only to give an impulse of movement, it will not be fast but at least it will reduce her pain, now comes the difficult part, how to make her resistant to fire, the gel is combustible residue, easily burned but there are still options, What I do is not so much to educate as to record in her the way she should organize her molecules, she was already stupid so I don't expect her to be affected by using some of her consciousness, it doesn't take me more than ten minutes to put in her nucleus, in her being that is already distinguished as an organelle, I make her go to the lighted areas, there the drunks continue to enjoy their adventure, they have left the slime for the moment while they recharge their bodies with alcohol, it's show time.

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It is easy that the organism I am recreating picks up some moderately valuable things along the way, I want them to attack it while I can see them, I need to know how effective it is and where I need to modify it. Its advance is slow as I expected, but it is not as heavy as I feared, it throws its mass with a few strands, the inertia and the cohesiveness allow it to move with the speed of any of these drunks, seeing it enter the circle, they jump in surprise, it is one thing to attack and another to see something you are sure of its weakness suddenly show itself by account and will right under your nose.

I listen to them, apparently no one wants to face him, some of them mutter that they have collected enough, I can read the truth in their minds, they are afraid, the cloud of alcohol that brought them here is not so thick that they risk their lives, they are some shitheads from the slums who brag to the locals that they fight like mercenaries, that they bring more metal and have money for drinks and the love of one of them, If they leave like that, I won't know how much my cure and revenge is worth, to tempt them I project a small magic light on some cloth gloves, nothing important, an incantation like that on a linen cloth will at most give +1 armor, but that rekindles their greed, with something so valuable in their standards they could buy whores for a week, they approach the slime that is patiently waiting, it has no signs to attack, not yet.

When they raise the torch, I indicate to the slime to carry out the line of command that I engrave in its being, with a simplicity that only gives devotion to something at the time, the slime contracts its molecular chains until it gives them the structure of a refractory material, the drunkards unload their torches once, twice, now a tube, there is no greater effect than the minimum loss of about two liters of gelatinous mass, not bad since it does not suffer severe pain, now comes its attack, Using the principle of displacement, it launches a pseudopod that catches its tubes in a circular movement, inside it they look progressively cleaner, of rust, sweat, dirt brought by the inhabitants who consider the bath an excessive expense, frightened at first, terrified by the idea of being disarmed, but now it is not the alcohol that moves them, one of them suggests that they should stain their hands, after all they are not so corrosive, from there they could take the gloves and run away.

They all tried to stick their hand in, there was the final command, it consumes, suddenly the whole body of the slime takes on the basic order of H2SO4, it is not the same as hydrochloric acid but it works similarly, the skin of these bastards starts to redden and finally bleed, By the time the pain reaches their numbed senses it is too late, I order a few of these coreless bodies to surround and consume them, my slime is left with the clothes and a few heads, the final process must take days, but at least I know there is now someone to defend these first attempts at life in the garbage.

I cross the garbage dump accompanied by the human cries, these are less painful, they are cries of repentance, of understanding, of a desire for salvation, but they did not give it, they did not answer anything even to the slimes that begged them, so I leave them as proof that there is someone who will avenge the injustices committed against those who, by their appearance, do not deserve any kind of compassion, As I leave the path, I see how the bodies that the drunks have imprisoned begin to imitate the structure of my slime, apparently I will not be the only defender of their "people", but they are not mine, I have only given them weapons, the rest depends on them.