That Unique Monster Who Just Got the 'Consciousness' Passive Skill Chapter 159 [Protean]

But anyway: I reached the deepest level.

A majestic room. Similar to how the entrance of the wild sanctuary glowed with magical wonders, crystals, and countless shiny flowers, the last room glowed with as much mana and beauty. Fireflies flew around. Cold water stread into a carved bed. In the calm, peaceful atmosphere, slis reigned kings. Bouncing here and about, they chewed at every kind of magical herb and flowers, absorbing them all within their fluffy, round bellies, before they were lted and eaten.

And, if I hadn't co here to massacre every low-level sli I found, I might have needed to take a break then and there and take so pics to show Cetha, but I didn't.

The most powerful monster of the sanctuary was here, sleeping on its rocky throne.

Spacious, but crowded. About hundreds of slis. The ceiling reached high. Jumping off the elevated plateau I was on, I stepped into the sli-only private garden. How kind they were; they didn't mind my presence. I slashed one and two little fellows; they still didn't mind . Slashing four and five other boys, so finally turned to with question marks above their heads. After I killed a dozen, they all turned to , and I laughed about it.

They seriously were overly nurous, in their private garden. If it weren't for the fact that I slashed about two hundred of the monsters who tried to attack , they might have had famished population issues in a few months.

And the fight dragged on. The quarrel might have been a challenge for if I overused my mana and ended up overwheld by the slis' sheer numbers. But no. Rather than a fight, it was mostly ssing around with a calm, peaceful population of monsters who shouldn't have had anything coming their way.

Slis weren't especially weak. One managed to grab , at so point, and I swore I could feel it starting to lt within its mass already.

Once the trendously big number of the funky creatures was cut down to half its initial number, the king awoke. So real fights happened. When I fought the low-level ones earlier, I noticed so decided to blend into one another to form a bigger, stronger sli. That tactic was mostly useless. That was so long as they just combined weak powers together.

So still attacked, while so backed off toward their king. I waited for this mont. Today, I wanted a suitable Receptacle. Why, because the System put up to the task. The quest "What shall I… " was what I went about. And so, finally, a hundred little slis combined with the big, enormous one, and then, you could say there was only one remaining sli in the room. Two enemies facing one another. up against the huge jelly fellow.

Today, their peaceful tribe was devastated. A powerful foe knocked on their door, and before the slis knew it, they were all going to be massacred. The rocky walls of the cavern rumbled with apprehension as the Sli King rose. Today was the day the slis won back their independence over the nasty monster-types of the cave. The sli tribe survived so far. Why should they end now? A fight it was.

But oh, wait? The Sli King noticed only one monster-type. Human-like. Standing ahead, in front of the jelly-jolly fellow. A sword in one hand and a grin played about his face.

From up the Sli King's throne, you could see give the big sli an ample bow of reverence before I jumped back in a hurry. From up its throne, you could then see gesture for the sli to co forward. From my station down below, you could then see the Sli King's nonchalant burst of rage: It jumped right down right in front of . The canopy shook again, and I introduced myself.

"Aoi Skill. 22 year-old. Single and unmarried."

Before long, a real fight broke out. The giant sli pranced about so fast. You would think that now that it grew so big it would be slower than even the low-level mobs I slaughtered, but not at all. It was fast. And like this, it partook in the hostilities.

The way this attack went looked like a Giant threw at an enormous boulder to squash completely flat. The battle began. The monster-type was powerful. I was sure of that. Then again, I was still stronger. My dexterity far surpassed the Sli King. That was how, after hundreds of peaceful years in the Sli Settlent, none remained.

I quickly pranced upward, then perford a midair jump right back to where the giant sli stomped, called off the Character, and used "Dwelling" on my foe. A Receptacle was found.

❮ Receptacle "Sli King, Sli-type, level 39" — Ring! — Non-drastic overload of the Receptacle's mana core. Receptacle may not profit the Player indefinitely. You may, whether you so choose to, find another Receptacle to ensure survival. (Recomnded. Not compulsory.) ❯

There you have it. Unfortunately, I still couldn't be a big enough fanboy to say that it was "that ti I got reincarnated as a sli," but I at least took over one. I controlled one. Back in the restaurant, when the storyteller told my story, he narrated that the monster was a an thing: it could climb into your skin and rob you of everything you had.

To rob a sli it was, then.

As always, taking over a Receptacle didn't feel weird. I felt right at ho. Being a sli king, I jiggled my body around while having fun, jumped here and about like the sli assembly before, had so more fun for a minute or two, then rembered I ca here for a reason, and it certainly wasn't just for the sake of entertainnt.

Being all serious, I made an angrily-determined sli face. I nodded and decided to test "it" out. Test out, right. Tests were what followed. So I nodded again and brought a hand to my chin. I had no hand, though. So, from the enormous jelly-like mass of the sli king, I produced a hand.

❮ The new Passive Skill [Surge] has been acquired! ❯

Surge, as in, flow? I played around more with that hand, produced others, and naturally started to take on many forms and shapes at will. At first, it was hard, but I managed to form my Receptacle into a Giant-sized human. I felt a breakthrough. Playing with my state of shapelessness more, I moved around here and there, shaped my Receptacle into a dog, a rat, a spider, or even a centipede—before I knew it, [Surge] had evolved into [Active Flow], then [Protean].