Suddenly, I Became a Slime Chapter 78: A Changed Daily Life

“Here, can you move this too? Just put it over there where I told you earlier.”

The thing that has changed the most drastically in my altered daily life is that Han Seori has started ordering around.

If you ask if she wasn’t already ordering around, I would say that the tasks she’s assigning now have a sowhat different nature.

Until now, the things Han Seori had been ‘requesting’ of were tasks that I was also interested in and stimulated my ‘adventurous spirit.’

If it felt like I was doing work that bordered between a hobby and a job, even though I hated working

Now, the tasks Han Seori is ordering to do… remind of the work I did when I was human.

These are tasks that I don’t want to do but have to do.

Miscellaneous tasks… far from any adventure.

Did she suddenly adopt a creed that those who don’t work shall not eat?

After registering as an exception, she started assigning very, very ordinary tasks.

Tasks like moving the luggage piled up at the entrance inside, as I’m doing now.

Moving the disassembled electric fan was a rather tense job, but the things that started piling up after that were not very interesting items.

When I move those things inside with the other slis, I feel remorseful and miserable, wondering if this is why I fixed this facility.

But it’s not all bad.

Han Seori, who registered the jellies and as exceptions, has changed her attitude a bit while giving these tasks.

Her eyes are still filled with curiosity and interest, making feel an indescribable chill,

but I feel like she’s treating as… sothing human-like rather than as the being called an ‘anomaly.’

It doesn’t seem like she’s fully treating as human, but it feels sohow different from looking at as an object of curiosity or sothing cute.

The proof of that is probably the changed room.

I didn’t ntion the rooms I stayed in before coming here, but I was vaguely aware that they were ant to confine sothing.

But… the room Han Seori gave this ti was different.

It was empty because it still needed to be filled with things, but it looked like a room ‘people’ would normally use.

Instead of a white room that makes you feel like you’ll develop OCD, the wallpaper in calming colors surrounding the walls is impressive.

…No, wait, that’s not wallpaper, it’s… *ahem*.

I’ll have to change that too.

Anyway.

She gave tasks and assigned an ordinary yet special room.

And if I used to always wait for Han Seori or Kim Cheonsu to co to , now I’ve gained freedom of movent.

Actually, this was the most decisive change.

I don’t know how it turned out this way, though.

Now, I can freely enter and leave my room, not only when I’m moving luggage but also anyti.

If I want to see Han Seori, I can open the door, go out, and knock on the door of the room next to .

I’ve never actually tried it, though.

Of course, it’s an incomplete freedom since I can’t leave this facility, but freedom is still freedom.

…To be honest, I could probably leave if I really wanted to, but I don’t feel the need to.

Even if I went outside, everything was covered in snow, so I didn’t particularly want to go out.

But.

Was there ever a town in our country where snow piled up all year round?

I sifted through my mories but couldn’t grab onto any.

After pondering for a while, I finally gave up trying to recall.

Hmm.

Well… it must have been sowhere.

It’s a small piece of land, and the weather is crazy, so it may have been a place I didn’t know about.

If not.

Maybe this place has changed like this because of the anomaly?

I don’t know.

Anyway, if it beca winter without knowing, I didn’t want to go outside for the ti being.

…If the weather is really going to be like this forever.

My motivation to go out plumts.

Not that I was going to anyway.

I’m not at the age to have snowball fights and make snown.

While I was thinking that I might have to count my age from the beginning now that I’ve beco like this.

I sohow felt peckish.

I got up from lying down and lazing around in my room after finishing the task Han Seori had given .

Looking around, the other slis also seed to be hungry and listless.

In the past, I would have had to wait for Han Seori or Kim Cheonsu to bring food.

But now it’s different.

I got up from my spot, went outside, and started walking.

And following my mory, I headed to the kitchen.

It didn’t seem to originally be a kitchen, but it turned into a kitchen-like space after Kim Cheonsu and Han Seori tinkered with it.

So.

Now, if I’m hungry, I can go and get my own food.

I don’t have to wait endlessly for soone to bring a al.

…To be honest, I sort of prefer when they just bring food to , but this isn’t bad either.

And.

Those two looked very busy, so… it was a bit much to nag them for food.

Looking at them walking around with faces that made doubt if they were getting proper sleep… I thought maybe they wanted to employ an extra pair of hands to lighten their workload.

Anyway, that’s how it is.

When I went inside, I headed to where the food was stored.

There was no raw at, but there were quite a lot of various canned foods and instant als.

Among them, I noticed that the Soylent Purple Co. MREs I used to enjoy eating were missing and felt a strange feeling.

It wasn’t that I was disappointed that sothing I liked to eat had disappeared.

Thinking that what I did is affecting the world… sohow, I feel a thrilling sensation.

An unwanted extraordinary life.

I’m not at the point of saying it’s good to be a sli, though.

But… I might start feeling a bit thankful.

After standing and wobbling my jelly for a bit, I grabbed the ran.

Out of habit from when I was human, I only took out one ran, but then I counted the numbers for a mont.

Daesik, Jungsik, Sosik.

And .

…One was definitely not going to be enough.

I wobbled my jelly, thinking it couldn’t be helped, and took out four more ran.

Along with the large pot next to it.

Why five, you ask?

To be honest, considering their appetites, I thought ten might not be enough either…

But what can I do if there is no more ran?

I stepped on the footstool soone had placed, filled the pot with water, and lit the fire.

Back when I was hiding in my studio apartnt, I ate uncooked ran because I was afraid of getting caught… looking at it this way, things have really improved a lot.

Then, I tore open all the ran and poured the dried noodles into the pot.

That’s when I realized one thing.

I learned today that when you dump them in like this, quite a lot spills outside than you’d think.

…I noticed when the things that should have stuck to my body fell off and dissolved with a bubbling sound.

While tasting the flavor of the dissolving noodles, I waited, and the water started to boil.

Without hesitation, I added the ran seasoning.

Soon, I could taste the ran broth.

Perhaps because I dumped everything in at once, the ran broth was swaying like waves with a *swish*.

But it’s no problem.

In the past, I would have shouted, “Ah hot, fuck” and cursed, but to , who has beco a sli, it’s no different than seasoning.

The slightly salty broth that splashed on made think I got the water balance right.

Next, I put the noodles into the steaming pot.

This was easy, too.

Because even the hot steam can’t burn my body.

Hmm.

Maybe this body is cut out for cooking.

I feel like I wouldn’t even blink an eye if oil splashed with this body.

While I was absorbed in my newly discovered talent.

I felt soone approaching this place.

I didn’t have to turn my head because I could see everything anyway.

Then I saw Han Seori approaching with a tired face, sniffing the air.

“Huh? What’s this sll… oh?”

She was walking over with a weary gait, but then she smiled contentedly as she approached and muttered softly in admiration.

Heh.

It seed Han Seori was also surprised by my cooking skills.

*Growl*

Han Seori’s belly clock rang.

“Ah…”

She looked at with an embarrassed face.

Maybe she was a little shy.

Her face seems a bit red, too.

I looked at Han Seori, stepped down from the footstool after lowering the heat, and ca down silently.

“Hm?”

Leaving behind her puzzled voice, I went into the storage room and found a small pot, a ladle, and tongs.

When I ca out, I got on the footstool, scooped out the noodles with the tongs, and transferred the broth.

Han Seori was looking at with a strange face.

She spoke in a slightly moved voice.

“Are you giving it to by any chance?”

…It’s embarrassing now that I hear it directly.

I boiled one ran per jelly anyway, so there shouldn’t be a big problem giving away one serving.

If they have a problem with it, they can boil it themselves.

Anyway.

After handing the small pot to Han Seori, I picked up the hot and large pot and got off the footstool.

Behind , as I was heading back to the room carrying the heavy pot.

I hear Han Seori’s voice.

“…But who taught you how to make ran? Did Cheonsu teach you?”

Sohow, I feel a chill running down my back.

…I don’t know. She called a genius, so this much should be fine, right?

I hurried back to the room, *squish squish* down the hallway.

Then, belatedly, realizing I didn’t bring any bowls to share the ran.

…I just ate it with my hands.

This body made that very convenient.

Han Seori, who followed , seed a bit flustered, but.

Anyway.

I was quite satisfied with the new facility I moved into.

It was peaceful.

…When I say things like this, trouble always happens.

I don’t know.

Contrary to my slightly uneasy feeling…

The ran was delicious.