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Training as a Slime

Cori, a university student, was hit by a truck and isekai into a different world as a slime!

Calendertime · Fantaisie
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108 Chs

Training as a Slime (19)

Just as Cori was wondering if everything could fit into his knives bag, Alice replied to his question.

Alice, "Master, all of the items were either offerings or were won through auction. Non of the items in the museum are stolen. Deity God Sama is just rich and abundant enough to afford them. Would you like a guided tour?"

How could Cori's heart not feel stifled after hearing all these. Even though slimes were not born with hearts, he could still feel the words digging into his poverty stricken soul. Cori squeaked reluctantly in agreement for the guided tour. He felt he would be given a guided tour irregardless of his opinions based on previous experiences. The upgraded OS was just being polite.

Cori squeaked meaning to say, "Can I take anything from the museum?"

Alice, "Master, I do not understand what you are trying to say. Please try again."

Cori squeaked again in different tones, purposefully dragging out the squeaks and wheezes.

Alice, "Master. Translation failed. Please try again." By this point Alice saw the cute baby slime flaring up his orange cheeks. It was very cute but Alice refrained itself from pinching them.

Cori oblivious to Alice began a series of squeezing raps which translated to modern day expletives. Alice, "Master. Translation is successful. Please confirm you want to execute the command '*beep *beep *beep this and *beep *beep *beep that and *beep your life?' "

Cori was shocked that the system was able to translate. "So did it mean that Alice had selective translating?" he wondered still recovering from the shock. If Alice executed any of the commands his life would have ended immediately. "Cancel! Cancel!" he squeaked. 

Alice joked in deep husky voice and ending the sentence in a high pitch hackling laughter, "Command received, proceeding to a very personal guided tour." Ominous music began to play in the museum, the lights began to dimmed and flicker. Cori wondered if Alice had truly been patched or if it was still infected, and if he was still actually in the game. "Wait? Is Alice still the designated villain?" Cori shuddered.

Instead of a normal museum tour, the whole vibe became an unsettling haunted museum tour. And instead of those beautiful rare artefacts, the museum transformed into a museum of cursed objects, oddities, and even mummified beings. There were definitely some holy items keeping them in check but who could predict the consequences Cori could face if he stole even one of them.

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