Slimes 300 Novels & Stories

Their hunting quota also tripled, and Zen, who wondered how anyone could kill three hundred slimes in one gaming day, was now enlightened. At half the slime count he needed, Zen called for a break. Remi and Charlie did not look much better than him as all three of them collapsed on the grass, short of breath. Remi was as pale as a sheet, and Zen considered throwing him a healing salve. Charlie looked slightly better, but even he could not sit upright. Zen’s legs had long given up on him, and the young chef felt sleepy from exhaustion. If only there was a way to get back to Father Clarence for a free healing prayer to recover his in-game stamina.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.