That Day I Got Reincarnated As A Slime Novels & Stories

After the reincarnation, I always felt like I had lost some parts of my memory. However, Kelly's insulting words indirectly brought back my memories. In my past life, after my daughter and I were locked up in the house, I had begged Justin desperately. I reminded him we were his wife and child and asked him how he could bear to treat us in such a way. However, Justin retorted, "My wife and child? It's still yet to be determined if she's my daughter."

I had felt genuinely sorry for how pale he looked, so I went hungry myself just so I could save on living expenses and send the extra to him. I worked five odd jobs outside of classes and fainted several times just from exhaustion caused by low blood sugar alone. The most dangerous of those occasions had been when I was almost crushed under a bus' wheels because I had passed out. In the end, all of my hard-earned money had been used on another woman's recovery. I could no longer taste the food I was eating. Before I knew it, all I could taste on my tongue was bitterness. It felt similar to when I had been on the verge of death in my previous life.

Mary, you know, in our previous life, I waited until my dying day and never saw that bracelet! Because the moment Scarlett laid eyes on it, she had demanded it for herself. I sighed softly and placed a hand on Rachel's shoulder. "Don't dwell on it. It's all in the past. Do you have the passbook?" "Of course I do! This time, if they think they can spend my money, they're dreaming." Rachel looped her arm through mine. Her eyes, once dulled and lifeless in our last life, now glittered faintly, like stars in the sky.

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

And so I stayed. Maybe it was the mate bond. Maybe guilt. But my soul refused to leave him. I thought that was it—forever stuck in limbo. Watching. Waiting. Then came the Blood Moon. Its crimson light wrapped around me like silk, igniting something ancient. Something sacred. My soul began to stitch itself back together. And then—I opened my eyes. My hands weren’t ghostly. My skin touched the sheets. I scrambled for my phone. The date. I had been reborn.

The morning air was cold and biting against my skin. Around me, the city moved as if nothing had happened. I just couldn't understand the concept of being alive again. I feel pain, and I even bleed. So what does this mean? How am I still alive? I checked my phone, went online, and what I saw should have been fictional but it's not. I was indeed ‘ reborn’ or more like ‘ regress’ tears streamed down my face. “ Thank you, universe,” I said between sobs. If this was my second chance at life then I was going to need one man. Dimitri Volkov.

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 or form. The correct way to do it, is not by stabbing or cutting the slime flesh to get to the Nucleus. It must be done by breaking the Nucleus in a single hit, According to Doctor Elion Fellmir, Usually he would hold the slime down by stepping on it, flattening the body until the Nucleus were bulging on the surface of the body, and then with a swift motion of a wooden club, immediately breaking the cores. The reason as to why the Carcass were intact were presume because the body were not harm in anyway, and also because the nucleus were break instantly the Slim

She already has a tree that she was going to use as the center of the array. After checking everything out she finally came up with a name and decided to name her sect Triumph sect and she saw herself as a victor. She was someone who cheated death a lot of times, even when she was poisoned to death she was given a second chance in life and got reincarnated in another person’s body.

But even if it sounds feminine, I really love it – I like my second name because it makes me feel like I have Japanese blood, and I like to watch and read isekai anime or manga about protagonists who are reincarnated in another world and become super strong. Just like that dream… Mundo da Fantasia. It’ll be nice if I get reincarnated to that beautiful world and be an overpowered character! Just like the newest anime I’m into. I’m actually looking forward to the next episode of that time I reincarnated as slime. Hays, Rimuru-sensei! Buttoning my shirt, I can’t help but notice how average my look is. I'm just a fat guy, cursed with a swarm of pimples on my face, cleavage, and back.

As far as he might be concerned, he actually felt like he was that humble urbanite skilled worker past his forties who's caught up with dealing with his little studio. That game changing evening, he just got together with his previous companions for certain beverages. How and for what reason did he awaken in Norton Lorist's body the following day? The humble studio proprietor was stunned and hysterical. Luckily, the body unto which his spirit had resurrected had been seriously harmed and couldn't move in bed for two entire months, giving him sufficient opportunity to reorient himself and acclimatize the recollections of the body's proprietor. What's more, given the first proprietor's contemp