I Was Reincarnated As A Slime Novels & Stories

" The surrounding people started to whisper, hearing the result, But that did not affect the middle-aged man as he gestured Ellias to leave the pond. What happened in front of me was so unbelievable that I thought I was dreaming, but it was not a dream. It looks like I was transmigrated into this body, But that means that the previous owner of this body died. I suddenly felt afraid, I got one more chance to be alive, but it seems that someone is after me in this world too. Hearing the middle-aged man's words and those shining fishes, This world is definitely not earth that I knew. It looks like people can control elements in this world, judging by what the middle-aged man said. If...

He hated how easily it rolled out her lips that he and Nimalaya were not mates. "After your death, the pain of losing you triggered her memory, and once again, hell break loose. I decided to pry more into the future and saw an alternative. Her mate existed somewhere. I could see a face I once upon a time had under my roof with the pretence of reviving him. I knew that was the chance I needed to take. Her mate was also reincarnated, but it looks like he is a human." Kira hadn't finished her words when Gama cuts in.

“The woman was poisoned and she died. However, she received a second chance and woke up in the body of a young girl who had been abandoned by everyone and committed suicide by overdose. Given a second chance at life, the reincarnated woman swore to revenge for all the pain that the dead girl went through. Just like that the gangster woman became a teenager with a new life and began her journey to success. The girl took revenge on the scum parents and siblings that bullied her, everyone who lifted their hands against her were dealt with. The girl made a lot of money, opened a number of companies and became rich. She also found great men that loves her dearly and her last dream is to reunite w

Panic began to simmer in the back of my mind, threatening to boil over. A dreadful suspicion took root, one that I desperately didn't want to acknowledge. The man was a Necromancer, and I had a sinking feeling that I was no longer among the living. The truth hit me like a ton of bricks: I was a Risen, a creature brought back from the dead through dark magic. My mind recoiled in horror as I grappled with the implications of this newfound reality.

On the other hand, it does not appear that this is the case that is occurring here. After being reincarnated into the body of Claudette Silverstone, my previously normal life was suddenly riddled with events that defy explanation, particularly after I had died and been reborn. Originally, I was just supposed to give my earlier self a warning and go see my mother, but somehow I managed to get myself into this predicament instead.

Besides, nothing happened. “Are you happy, at least? I mean, really?” She tilted her head to one side and I smiled, nodding profusely. “I’ve never been this happy. It really feels like a dream. As though I’m going to pinch myself and wake up to find that none of it is true.” I felt sadness as I remembered the day I was reincarnated. This life sure as hell differed a lot from that life, but even though I knew what was going to happen, and did my best to try and stop it, some of it still happened.

The beast told me, to which I smiled and nodded. “Oh! Before I forget, what are you?” I asked him. “Me? I’m a Chimera. Don’t you forget it.” He tells me, to which I nodded to confirm that I wouldn’t. “Rin the Chimera…” I stated to myself, and suddenly the light engulfed me, transporting me to this world I was once in. Now, I’m returning with a new slate in life. The past is the past, and I want nothing to do with it. Look out world, that other guy is dead, and I’m taking charge... Here I come, Rin the Chimera...

To my surprise, because I don’t know whether I got jinxed by the slime I killed or what, I got turned into a slime. This is definitely a jinx.

I looked up at him, my mind swirling with a mix of disbelief and confusion. For so long, I’d questioned Atlas’ sincerity, unable to fully trust him. But now, something shifted inside me, a sudden clarity breaking through the fog of doubt. The memories surged back—a cycle of death and reincarnation, a desperate struggle to survive and overcome the tragedy that bound us together. Soon, I remembered why I could truly trust him. Both Atlas and I died. We got reincarnated and we needed to stay alive and get past of this tragedy now. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry from the heat and exhaustion. Nodding, I reached for his hand, feeling the solid warmth of his grip.

His voice dropped to a whisper so thin it barely touched the air. “They lied to you, Silas.” My stomach dropped. “The second chance in life they promised?” he continued. “It’s not a return. You don’t go back to your real world. You become a worker for the system.” “Worker,” I repeated. “You were either going to be processed into a guard like me, barely any free will, brain fog, constant directives or assigned to kitchen duty. The ones who prepare meals.” I blinked. “So basically… reincarnation as a corporate slave.”