Adametheosis, the Magina Continent

Chapter I: Adametheosis, the Magina Continent

Introducing the main continent of Adametheosis, the Magina Continent... A continent that is inhabited by various races and magical beasts. Kingdoms that are being ruled by mighty kings and queens. Nations that are being influenced by an overwhelmingly powerful Matriarchs/Matriarcas. A continent that is full of wonders and mysteries, unknown powerful beings that are yet to be discovered and here lies.. The protagonist of this story, Ruiase Fallen-Krae, the ruler of ???

As I ascended towards the breach in the Kingdom's wall, a mesmerizing sight unfolded before my eyes. Majestic trees, towering high as if yearning for the heavens, stood proudly in their grandeur. The whispered warnings of the locals echoed in my mind, cautioning against venturing into the untamed wilderness that lay beyond. This was the fabled Krononian Forest, an ethereal expanse encircling the borders of the kingdom. Within its depths, the land teemed with magical beasts, formidable creatures that demanded utmost respect and dared no interference.

A deafening screech pierced the air, its monstrous echoes reverberating through the dense forest as I ventured deeper into its labyrinthine paths. An inexplicable sensation of being pursued gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, unsettling my resolve and casting a veil of unease upon me. Despite my inner strength as a woman of bravery, the disconcerting presence eroded my confidence, momentarily clouding my true nature.

The forest exudes an overpowering magina aura, suffusing the air with a weighty presence that seems to steal away my breath. Despite the enchanting beauty that surrounds me, a nagging question lingers in my mind "Would a slime do?" Trapped within the shackles of slavery, my existence is bound to nefarious deeds, and my current undertaking revolves around plundering the opulent wealth of the noble class. It was in a flash of inspiration that an audacious idea sprouted within me, impelling me to embark on this perilous path.

Boing~ Boing~ Boing~

Mid-stride, my senses caught a faint reverberation of a bouncing sound, originating not far from my position. Reacting swiftly, I halted in my tracks and concealed myself within the foliage of nearby bushes. Eavesdropping on a distant conversation, a cautionary voice warned, "Be careful, even though it's slime, it's still dangerous and powerful!" It must be an Adventurer. Adventurers are people who wander into the wilderness; they also get quests from guilds so they can advance in rank.

Curiosity compelling me, I cautiously stole a glimpse from within the confines of the bush, whereupon my eyes fell upon the approaching trio of adventurers, converging upon the very slime that had captured my attention earlier.

A medium-sized green slime, with an indescribable and peculiar form, stood at the center of their focus. Without a moment's hesitation, one of the adventurers lunged forth, unleashing a formidable aerial magical assault upon the hapless creature. "Fool..." I muttered under my breath, the words laden with exasperation. "You imbecile! Slimes possess a resistance to aerial attacks, akin to their resilience against physical strikes!" Her companion reprimanded her, pushing her aside while deftly advancing with his shield.

"Fucking elves," the dual-sword wielder spat with disdain, unsheathing his blades in a fluid motion, steel gleaming under the sunlight. The slime, defying expectations, transformed into a humanoid figure and lunged towards the elf with relentless fervor. Yet, the vigilant tank intercepted the assault, expertly parrying the blow, while the dual-wielding warrior infused his blades with frigid magic, poised to strike the transformed slime. "Wait, no! That slime is mine!" I exclaimed, my voice cutting through the air with urgency. Vaulting out from the concealing cover of the bushes, I captured their attention entirely, instantly diverting their focus towards my unexpected appearance.

"A slave? Oi, kid! What are you doing out here? Get out! You'll die here!" The dual wielder barked, abruptly diverting his attention towards the slime. "We'll deal with you later!" With a swift motion, he launched his assault upon the slime. Fuelled by determination, I refused to back down. "I said that's mine!" I vehemently insisted, making him turn his gaze towards me, his sword swinging through the air. "What are you saying-no!" A sudden surprise befell him as his weapons slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground.

"Bastard! What are you doing?!" The tank adventurer interjected, his voice laced with confusion and frustration. Without hesitation, I sprinted towards the slime, seizing its squishy hand in mine. "You! What are you doing?" The tanker demanded, but my response was silence. "Let's go!" I declared to the slime, urgency in my voice, and together we swiftly fled from the bewildered adventurers.

"Are you fucking crazy, kid? That's a magical beast!" The dual wielder exclaimed, but I didn't grant him a moment to further scrutinize the situation. I bolted away, gripping the slime tightly as I made my escape. The reality of my actions eluded me, driven solely by the desperate pursuit of my plan.

I couldn't get a grasp what happened back there. It was undeniable that the dual-wielder possessed remarkable skills as an adventurer, adeptly wielding two blades and harnessing magical abilities. Yet, to my bewilderment, his swords inexplicably slipped from his grasp, defying all logic.

After a series of frantic dashes, I chose to halt, gasping for breath as I gazed at the slime before me. It remained motionless, its eyes fixed upon me, gauging my intentions. Gradually, it resumed its original form, reassured by my non-threatening demeanor. "I'm relieved that I was able to rescue you," I murmured, finding respite on the ground as I gently patted the slime. My plan is very simple: I will use this slime to create chaos in the capital and use that advantage to steal fortunes from the nobles as well as the merchants.

Though appearing as a mere "slime," this creature is, in truth, a formidable magical beast. Its inherent power cannot be dismissed lightly. Yet, I am left perplexed by its lack of aggression towards me. Typically, magical beasts are known for their ferocity and hostility. Could it be that sparing its life has forged a bond of gratitude? Such an occurrence is unfamiliar to me, for I have not encountered tales of saving a magical beast resulting in a reprieve from their hostile nature.

In my 16 years of my existence here on Adametheosis, I still lack some knowledge in this world, such us this worlds economy, magical beasts, and any other things. All what I do is serve the slave master who owns me and give him fortunes by stealing from people.

This is also the first time I set foot on the wilderness, despite our frequent travels between kingdoms, my view of the outside world had been obscured by the veiled coverings that shielded the carriage, ensuring my slave master remained hidden from prying eyes that might expose his involvement in the abhorrent practice of slavery. "Thank... you..." My astonishment was palpable as the slime uttered unexpected words. A realization dawned upon me-this was no ordinary slime; it possessed an intellect surpassing that of its kin. Tales of extraordinary slimes, their varied forms and formidable powers, echoed in my mind, and I understood that intelligent slimes represented the rarest and most extraordinary variant among their kind.

"What... can I... do to... repay your kindness?" The slime inquired, prompting a smile to grace my lips. "It's simple! Assist me in acquiring fortunes from nobles!" I replied, which caused the slime to ponder the proposition. "You... steal? Humans... are peculiar creatures," it mused, a hint of curiosity in its voice. "Very well, I shall aid you... Master..." Master? No, that's not my intention-I merely seek to utilize this slime for my own purposes. What does it mean master? Does it mean forming a contract for it to be my familiar?

"Master? What do you mean?" I questioned, the confusion evident in my voice. The slime leaped onto my lap, seeking closeness. "It is... because you saved me... you are a formidable human," it stated, invoking a chuckle from me. "I may have saved you, but I am far from strong, little slime. I am nothing more than a lowly slave," I explained, leaving the slime momentarily perplexed.

"But... you made... the adventurer lose his grip on his swords," I squished the slime gently, my brow furrowing in confusion. "I did? It must have been a mere accident. I think? There's no way I could have caused that," I explained, feeling uncertain. The slime regarded me skeptically, doubt etched across its features. "You must... have a

...reason for concealing... your powers. I understand," it concluded, its eyes filled with understanding.

I chuckled at its astute observation, standing up while cradling the slime in my hands. "Very well, since you are now my companion, I shall give you a name!" I declared with joy. The slime looked up at me, questioning. "Are you... sure?" it asked tentatively, and I raised an eyebrow in response. "Why wouldn't you want a name?" I inquired. "It's not... that... but if you insist, I will gladly accept it," the slime replied, its acquiescence bringing a smile to my face.

"Your name will be... Hmm... Lumina Fallen-Krae!" I proclaimed, gently placing the slime on the ground. "Thank you," it responded, its form starting to emit a radiant glow. "Whoa... What's happening?... Huh?" I felt an unexpected wave of dizziness overwhelming me, causing me to lose my balance and collapse onto the ground.

The slime leaped beside my head, concern etched across its luminous features. "I asked you... if you were certain... about naming me... because it... consumes a substantial amount... of magina," the slime explained. I see, that's the reason why...