Slime Datta Ken Light Novels & Stories

Stupid embarassing childhood pics. ************************************ Poor Ken.

Selena looked disgusted when she noticed Ken. However, she still smiled at him as she said, “What are you doing here, Young Master Ken? You wouldn’t be asking for a collaboration with our company now, would you? If I recall correctly, your company doesn’t have any relation to construction at all!” Ken laughed. He handed her the flower while saying, “Fane is nothing more than a mere soldier, a mindless brute who is absolutely unworthy of you. He must be illiterate. Why would he be a take-out delivery boy back then, if he wasn’t? It’s too embarrassing for you to stay with him!”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Ken said jokingly. “Come on! Ken! Don’t talk so low of us, I am a Kamba remember…” I told him. “Oh! Damn!” Ken said and held his mouth. “I am sorry, you speak fluent Kikuyu I nearly forgot you are a Kamba, but her, Kamba ladies are sweet!” Ken said, sounding like he was trying to make up for his previous statements. I waved at him to just keep talking whatever he was saying. “But she is really slim.” Ken said.

She clicked on the profile a power bike was displayed as the profile picture. "Why did you click on that?" Kiara asked surprised, "There's no profile picture." "Instincts," Shelly replied with a shrug. The profile opened displaying Adam in various pictures on his power bike, his doctor uniform though those ones were few. "Adam is a badass guy with a power bank? Color me shocked!" Kiara exclaimed not hiding the surprise evident on her face. "I'm not in the least surprised," Shelly said with a smile, "I kinda knew he had it in him."

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Hearing the hesitation in Zen’s voice, Ben laughed and slapped him on the back encouragingly. “Don’t worry, these are the weaker pink slimes born from the mother slime. They don’t do heavy damage, but they can be rather cute. Don’t let your heart waver. Listen to your weapon and strike without hesitation. Pink slimes are very sensitive creatures, so you have to act quickly before their hearts break.”

The monster recoiled slightly, clearly averse to the light. "That’s it!" Bima gasped. "Light! And high-frequency vibrations!" "System, you said its weaknesses are light and high-frequency vibrations! How do I make a vibration?!" Bima asked internally, struggling to stay focused despite his weakened state. [System Suggestion: Use the First Aid Kit! The flashlight in the kit produces high-frequency sounds that can temporarily drive away the Slime Lurker (BOSS Level)!] [Mission 'Find Medical Supplies Quickly' – First Aid Kit acquired!]

Jai proceeded to fight the other ones appearing in front of him. The one falling near him managed to get up, and since it saw Jai looking vulnerable because he didn't see it, it decided to smash itself onto Jai's waist, barely hitting the bag. Jai felt the crash as no more than a nudge, but it made him turned his head around like an owl and looked at the average sized fire slime with devil's eyes. Crackles of lightning sparked on his right arm and fumes blowing out if his nose as he prepared to attack. But the slime was already frightened to the core that it melted on the spot when it saw how terrifying Jai had looked. He didn't stop there though, he electrocuted the seemingly dead slime, un

Her heart throbbed against her chest as the thought excited her. On the other side of the city, a very pleased Smith hung up his phone with a smile hanging by his lip. Turning to a hulking figure next to him, he remarked, “Just our luck. He agreed to it, Kenneth. Tomorrow night, dinnertime. No disappointment please.” Kenneth was a foreigner much like Smith. Shirtless—and thus touting his intimidating one meter and eighty-five stature—he was unleashing a blurry, rapid-fire barrage to three hapless sandbags, causing them to rock and rattle violently to the rhythm of deafening, terrifying thuds.