Chapter 36—Crate
Sli#47 landed back on the ground in his jelly form—Thud!
’Damn... mana dry again...’ he thought irritably as his vision dimd. He was close to mana exhaustion—though not fully out, with only a few wisps of mana left.
But he still cracked a crazy grin, "Hhahhahah..."
After more than twenty loops, he finally freed himself from those humans.
As he stared at the dead body of the sli farm owner, a notification blinked in his vision.
[ Ding! You have killed a Tier 2 High Human! ]
[ Ding! You have leveled up! ]
[ Ding! You have leveled up! ]
[ Ding! You have leveled up to Lv.52! ]
Despite leveling up, he didn’t regain reserves, nor a full health recovery. His body still had scratches from the fight.
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"Why didn’t I regain full health, nor the energy recovery when I leveled up? Wouldn’t it be best if one fully recovered on leveling up?" the young sli asked the expert, Elder Sli.
"No. Leveling up doesn’t even heal small scratches, much less full recovery..." Old Sli said firmly, "Think of it like this: if soone is fighting and uses an EXP orb in the middle of battle after getting tired, then levels up—and by your logic fully recovers—he’d just win the battle due to recovery."
He took a deep breath and said seriously, "If leveling up fully healed one, only the rich would dominate—with a load of EXP orbs, get level-up recovery, and the poor would have no chance. The world doesn’t support that."
’EXP orbs... that makes things easier,’ the young sli grinned. He’d seen those in many novels, manga, and manhwas. If he could find them, he wouldn’t have to kill to level up.
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Back to the present.....
’I can’t faint yet...not until I finished everything,’ Sli#47 mused, forcing himself to stay conscious.
He sensed a kid trembling under the pile of rocks in front. All the wooden fences, which had separated the fields, were broken and shattered into pieces.
Sli#47 got a good view of all the farms at once from one glance. His field was about 40–50 square ters; now, together, the entire farm complex was around 500 square ters.
His field still had 52 slis alive. Across the entire farm... nearly 800 slis. And all of those slis were fed garbage and harvested for jelly like livestock.
’Damn, what ruthless exploitation...’ he thought, feeling once again that killing them had been justified.
Wob!-Whoosh!
He flashed behind the kid’s back.
’Wait...isn’t this sli farm brat?’ He mused as he got a good glance at the kid.
This brat was the one who killed him in the first loop!
He then noticed the boy watching nervously a specific spot where the trough had once been; he didn’t even notice the young sli behind him.
’The kid isn’t even sad that his father was dead—only afraid of losing sothing hidden under the trough’s spot,’ Sli#47 mused, realizing that even the kids in this world had beco ruthless.
"Acid Fist," he muttered.
He focused his aura into his palm and struck the kid’s back—Bam!—shattering the spine and killing him instantly.
Thud!—The kid dropped dead in the dirt.
’I have avenged myself, mama sli....and every sli he’d killed,’ he mused, rembering the arrogant smirk on brat’s face when he’d killed him in the first loop, and mama sli in the second loop.
He’d felt that if that farm woman hadn’t stopped him, the brat would’ve butchered even more slis.
"I do have a bit of aura left," he noted. Almost all his mana was gone, but so aura still remained.
Wob!—Wob!— He bounced to the spot the kid had been staring at, his face brimd with expectation.
Wob!—Wob!— Mama Sli undid the shield, and she and Little Sli bounced over.
"Boss Sli! You’re so strong—so, so strong!" Little Sli cried, clinging to him, eyes shining. Mama Sli inspected him with concern, checking for wounds. Seeing only scratches, she hugged him too—warm and relieved.
He didn’t push them away this ti; he let them cling for a while before they finally released him.
"Boss Sli, teach how to fight like that. I want to be strong like you!" Little Sli begged, clenching his fist and punching the air wildly, "Bam...Bam..." He imitated the sound of clashes he’d just witnessed.
"Elder Sli will teach you. Don’t worry," Sli#47 grinned; little Sli trembled hearing old sli.
Elder Sli wouldn’t dare hit Sli#47 because of Mama Sli—but Little Sli? Mama Sli didn’t mind at all, letting Elder Sli "train" him as harshly as he wanted.
Boom! Boom!
"Acid Fist!" Sli#47 slamd his fist into the ground where the trough had been placed before.
Crack!—crack!A fissure split open beneath the dirt as his fist hit sothing hard—like tal, he smiled, ’Found it,...’ He punched again—Bam!
A solid tal crate, bigger than a normal blue sli, erged into view.
"Oh... so that’s why the kid kept staring here....Treasure," he muttered, rubbing his palms in delight.
Young Sli and Mama Sli leaned in. Wob!—! Little Sli bounced up and down, excited—he’d never had a day this thrilling in his entire life.
Thud!—Young Sli pulled the crate up.
"Open it," he said, and they pried the lid up together.
"Whoa..." he breathed as blue and red crystals glittered inside—the crate was completely filled.
Red crystals contained aura, and blue ones had mana.
"I can skip rituals next loop, thank the....ti god," he breathed, relief flooding his body. ’Grotesque octopus....I don’t have to see your disgusting face again.’
Wob!—Little Sli jumped into the crystals, rolling his body over them. "They’re so shiny!" he said, holding up a red crystal.
The red crystals were about the size of a human baby’s fist, the blue ones about the sa, just a bit smaller.
’Finally...Elder Sli can also teach more powerful techniques,’ Young Sli mused, then turned to the edge of the farm. "It’s ti to finish them all."
Wob!—Wob!——he bounced out of the farm.
After a few monts, at the entrance of the sli farm complex, he spotted a two‑story dieval‑style wooden house, with smoke rising from its chimney.
"Are they seriously cooking right now?" he muttered, disgusted that they were so heartless.
’They didn’t seem to care about the sli‑farm owner—or are they just that confident in him?’ He mused, wondering.
They weren’t as cold as he believed—They were just stupidly confident.
As an E‑rank adventurer, the sli‑farm owner had plenty of experience fighting goblins, kobolds, and slis. For him, this should have been a re clean-up.
Even knowing he was facing an evolved sli, they hadn’t cared—because in their eyes, a sli was still just a sli.
And mostly they have forgotten the power of slis and what they could do!
End of the Chapter. __________________________________________________________________
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