Karma : Kill me or Love me
This territory, remote and unassuming, became my sanctuary—a place where I could live without the constant fear of hunters seeking to capture me.
As I plucked fruit, the fresh scent of ripe berries mingled with the cool forest breeze. The sounds around me—the soft whisper of the wind, the flutter of bird wings, and the distant thud of an unseen creature—wove a strange tranquility into my morning. But that peace shattered when I heard human voices. Even in this secluded place, a few adventurers occasionally wandered in, usually novices eager to collect items from creatures like me. Slime crystals were a common target, especially for new adventurers who were often bullied by stronger hunters c
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