I've Been Killing Slimes For 300 Years Novels & Stories

The swamps were located in the woods that they died in, and suddenly, Zen wasn’t feeling too excited about completing this stage of the quest. Behind him, Remi and Charlie made a face. Dying to a spider was humiliating enough. Unlike Jessica or Akiko, who had enough poison resistance, they had no immunity against the yellow slimes. If those yellow slimes were anything as fast as green slimes, they had to get membership cards for becoming chapel regulars. “How many times do you think we will die trying to complete this?” Charlie asked as they left the town with Zen in the lead. Remi thought for a while. If they were lucky, maybe they could die once with every slime kill. If they were unlucky,

It was a general knowledge that Slime were known to just turned into vaporizing liquids after it’s death, but to make sure that, such things never happen, is that, it had to be killed in a specific ways. Every Slime had it’s cores, called the Slime Nucleus and it was visibly as their body were mostly transparent, it was also known that slime will only dead after the nucleus were broken. The way the Elves does it, and also the correct ways to kill a Slime is by breaking it’s Nucleus, but if anyone one wants to preserved the Carcass, killing it must be specific. First, it must be killed in a single hit and by a blunt weapons, The killing blows must not puncture the Slime body in anyway shape o

He smells like death. “Please don’t kill me”. “I haven’t had a werewolf snack in years, so no, I will kill you”. “You would have to get in line for that mister, given that you’re not the only one who wants me dead”. He chuckled again. “I have been alive for a thousand years and I can never ever remember getting in line for anything or anyone especially a woman”. “Do you have anything against women? And wait, you’ve been alive for a thousand years? How’s that even possible?”

said Chaos, petting the trembling skeletons as they calmed down a bit… However, the sight of a young man petting cracking trembling skeletons was something that those watching would leave imprinted into their memories. After that, Chaos evolved the Slimes. Each Slime had a different color, and depending on the color, they were particularly stronger, sometimes even being able to use some elemental attacks. Red Slimes were able to fire fireballs, Blue Slimes fired water bullets, Black Slimes used shadows, and so on… They all evolved into High Slimes, and Slime Kings at SS-Rank after being exposed to Miasma and then evolved! Each one of the slimes became a giant and fatty slime with a crown ove

The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens. "Don't call them junk," the elderly professor replied. Struggling to stand up from sitting on his chair, he gently placed the book he's reading on his desk, which was also filled with empty laboratory flasks, notebooks and pens. There was a stain of spilled ink covering the upper corner of his disorganized table. His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now.

Even though they were surrounded by the foreign demons, he was not in a panic. He had confidence in his abilities. "Slimer can repopulate very quickly. If we don't destroy it once and for all, it will become fully grown even if a minor piece of it is left behind. As for its abilities, there isn't anything to worry about. It's very weak." Norm said with a smile as he recalled his past experience. "When I first fought them, I had no idea about this. They ended up generating more Slimer. My seniors and I almost died at the hands of those little things."

Those that reach the limit would die. Therefore, James made a rough guess that the Blademaster of Mount Grinch was almost 1,000,000 years old.

If all of the huge peaks came crashing down on them, they would be buried alive, even if they managed to survive the Corpse King somehow. "What should we do now, Young Master?" Su Lianyue asked, her brows furrowed. She had completely not expected to find such a hard to manage 1000 year old Corpse King here. A dead monarch who had harbored Heavy Grudges for so long was even harder to deal with than Millennium Walking Corpses.

I turned to stare at him. Three hundred years old. I had not realised he was that ancient. "I killed seventeen Shadowborn," he continued, his voice heavy with old pain. "Women, mostly. A few children. All of them begging for mercy. Swearing they meant no harm. Offering to suppress their power, to live as normal wolves." He looked at me, his eyes haunted.

"Sera, you'd better pray Isabella doesn't scar. If she does, you're done. And save those sob stories for Grandma—see if she still buys it." Flashback shattered—Henrietta clutching my hand, desperate. "I'll send someone. We'll replant the Heartwood. We can fix this." I shook my head. "Too late." Julian used to obsess over protecting the Heartwood. So yeah, he knew exactly how to kill it. Stripped the bark. Hacked the roots. Even now, I could feel it—like my skin was being peeled off. My life was leaking out, slow and steady. I knew I was on borrowed time.