Creating poison is surprisingly straightforward.
With the exception of a few unique slime species imbued with magical properties, slimes exhibit incredibly low resistance to status ailments. Their resilience could be likened to that of Wolfram’s health. These creatures easily succumb to various status afflictions.
To be precise, um, “Slimes with special attributes, excluding magical slimes, all possess distinct vulnerabilities.” That’s the underlying principle.
In simpler terms, fire-attribute slimes are susceptible to water, while water-attribute slimes are vulnerable to electricity… something along those lines. They resemble the ubiquitous common mobs found everywhere.
Regardless of the map or dungeon you venture into, the first encounter at the entrance is usually with the feeble, pliable masses. That’s precisely what slimes are.
“So, you’re suggesting that each slime has a specific weakness.”
“That’s correct.”
The issue lies in the fact that this knowledge isn’t widely disseminated in our world. This is all due to the wrongdoing of the Roengreen Empire.
There used to be a party member who expressed such sentiments. Um, it was a mid-game wizard character, if I recall correctly. Nevertheless, that line has left a lasting impression.
Subdue the private soldiers, bolster imperial authority, scrutinize the nobility, and even exploit monsters as tools to reinforce the empire’s might. Let’s overthrow this malevolent imperial dynasty and establish a just society!
I don’t harbor such dangerous thoughts, but aside from that, the current Roengreen Empire wields even greater imperial authority.
“So, should we believe in these weaknesses and spread the poison?”
“No, that would be too intricate to execute.”
While it’s not a bad approach, it necessitates other strategies beyond that.
“Ah, the issue lies in the bait.”
“That’s correct.”
Indeed. The challenge lies in the slime attractant. In essence, we must devise a method to lure them all in at once and eliminate them.
That’s not particularly challenging either.
“Just how many slimes inhabit the entire mine? Without caution, there could be millions.”
“That’s manageable.”
“Uh, really?”
Yes, really.
Setting aside any pretense, it’s entirely feasible.
“Rudika. It’s time to get to work.”
“Um. Rudika. Work!”
And then, I casually glanced at the wolf nearby, lazily yawning.
“Patrasch. It’s your turn to contribute.”
At my words, Patrasch raised his right paw, seemingly asking, “Me? Really?”
Yes.
You.
So, please join us promptly.
***
Slimes possess the traits of ‘recognizing their own kind’ and ‘provoking nearby slimes when one of their kind is attacked.’
“It’s a rather troublesome attack pattern.”
“···Indeed. That’s why the workers can’t enter the mines.”
It’s akin to them saying, ‘Did you harm our kin?’ and then retaliating, setting the ordeal in motion. As I mentioned, slimes ‘multiply unless their core is vanquished in a single strike.’ Furthermore, they fight in solidarity for their kind.
This implies that when you navigate through a slime dungeon, it’s essential to assemble your party with either critical or wide-area magic teams.
That’s why I collaborate with Rudika. Her determination and skills are exceptionally high, resulting in the majority of her attacks yielding critical hits. Truly astounding and incredibly impressive.
“Rudika. Are you prepared?”
“······.”
However, I was now issuing a different command to Rudika.
“Don’t target the vital areas.”
“······.”
In front of Rudika, a black slime quivered.
This was one that had been discreetly extracted from the mine without sustaining any harm.
I instructed Rudika to dismember this black slime as much as possible without touching its core.
Rudika silently commenced slicing the slime.
Observe those precise maneuvers. Stripping away everything except the core.
Truly, one should not underestimate her skill in skinning.
Before long, the slime began to quiver, and I signaled to Patrasch.
“Now, Patrasch. Commence.”
“···Grrrr.”
Patrasch then carried out the instructions I had provided.
He began inscribing something on the Magic stone with psychokinesis.
This is how it’s created.
The bait.
The finest form of bait.
***
Slimes multiply while simultaneously emitting a subtle wavelength. This serves as a signal to summon their brethren.
“Wow… That’s remarkable. How did you come up with that?”
“It’s not a significant feat.”
Patrasch, capable of ‘telekinesis,’ transcribes the slime’s pattern onto a Magic stone. Consequently, the slimes will recognize this stone as an assaulted comrade.
“…Now, Rudika. Administer this poison to the slime and terminate it.”
“……”
Rudika nodded slightly, wearing an expressionless countenance. In due course, the mine slime quivered and perished after consuming the poisoned feed.
Even after being meticulously dissected and then poisoned to death, Rudika’s eyes remained eerily clear. This individual becomes extraordinarily cold when it’s time to perform her duties.
“Is the pit ready, then?”
“…Yes, yes. It’s fully prepared.”
With the mine at a complete standstill, I directed the idle workers to excavate a pit and dispose of the poisoned deceased slimes within it.
Now, let’s begin.
“Something rather unpleasant is about to occur. Bear with it even if it turns your stomach.”
“O-okay.”
I nodded. The method is straightforward.
Toss the poisoned deceased slime into the pit. Subsequently, Patrasch amplifies the ‘Magic stone emitting a magical pattern calling kin’ with telekinesis beyond the pit. Now, what unfolds is…
“Oh… Impressive.”
“Mm. Hmm.”
Roll, roll, rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble! Thud. Doom.
Within the mine, an immense number of mine slimes, sensing the crisis of their kindred, rush toward the pit. Their quantity is so staggering that it would leave anyone in awe. How staggering? ‘Enough to make Rudika, the industrious assassin, groan.’
The slimes soon descend into the pit, realize the absence of adversaries, relax their combat stance, and then… consume the poisoned deceased slime.
And they incur poison damage once more.
The afflicted slimes emit a magical wavelength as a signal of the enemy, attracting more slimes from the mine to descend, devour the corpses, become corpses themselves, and the cycle continues. Consume and become corpses…
This ceaseless cycle of demise has created an infinite slime disposal facility.
“…Wolfram.”
“……Hmm.”
I remained silent. I watched the brown slimes disperse and accumulate, covering the ground with copious amounts of brown liquid, and I remained silent. It was visually repulsive, indeed, but suddenly, the thought crossed my mind that all of these were once alive but had now ceased to be.
This method was also renowned in the game as a ‘slime run.’ It was effectively employed.
“Hmm. It reminds me of the game.”
“…What did you say, Wolfram?”
I simply shrugged my shoulders.
“…Such slaughter. Such sin. Wolfram the Butcher. Do you bear the same sins as I do? Or perhaps even more… My friend. If so.”
Rudika lowered her head and mumbled something incomprehensible. Was it in her native language?
“Sorry, I only understand the common language of Roengreen.”
“No, it’s nothing. Wolfram, it just occurred to me that we could become good friends. Lifelong friends.”
“By the way, Rudika. I’m curious, since you used the word ‘friend,’ maybe you don’t need to speak such awkward language?”
“Hmm. Rudika thinks so too.”
“Huh?”
I wanted to inquire further, but I held back. It felt like it might be genuinely perilous to ask.
****
The wonderful news delivered by Wolfram and Count Glass quickly spread throughout the family. The atmosphere in the mansion became charged with excitement as everyone lauded Wolfram’s wisdom.
This story reignited the flames of hope and ambition in the heart of a young girl.
‘Just you wait.’
Initially, Spica felt a tiny, almost imperceptible twinge of dissatisfaction at Wolfram von Roengreen’s words. Maybe she could contribute too!
However, Wolfram von Roengreen possessed talents that far exceeded Spica Tristar’s capabilities. To attract the slimes all at once, capture them, and clean up the mine in that manner.
His statement to “wait” implied that he genuinely didn’t require her assistance.
This piqued her curiosity even further. Consequently, Spica decided to pay a visit to the person who could potentially be her rival.
“Um, sister.”
“Hm? What’s the matter?”
“I have something I’d like to ask you.”
“Go ahead. Hehe. I wonder what’s piqued Spica’s curiosity?”
Aila Tristar.
The potential rival!
“I’d like to know how the person who might become my brother-in-law has changed.”
“Huh? Oh, Wolfram? Sure, I’ll tell you. Come here.”
“Ehehe. Yes.”
Spica clenched her fists tightly. She couldn’t let go of her hands that felt sweaty and knotted. She was also 14 years old this year, scheduled to enter Jephryn next year. Yet, to her sister, who was several years older, she still seemed like a little child. Acting cute like this made it easier for her to share her thoughts.
‘…I’m sorry, sister. But I don’t want to lose this feeling!’
For that, she was even willing to act cute in front of her sister!
“Well, when he was removed from the position of student council president, Wolfram moved into the building I had. Naturally, I was disappointed, thinking he would rely on me. And, Wolfram didn’t have any support base.”
“Ah…”
“But that wasn’t the case. His eyes sparkled with a passion I had never seen before. An ambition to conquer the world. It all started from there. Those eyes seemed to burn so brilliantly.”
The ensuing tale about Wolfram was truly remarkable.
In short:
‘He created snacks to win over graduate students and freshmen who initially had no interest in him.’
‘He maintained a balanced relationship with his younger sister, the student council president. Even in the face of rivals, he concealed his true intentions and possessed an unyielding determination.’
‘Lately, he’s been participating in expeditions, forming friendships with those who replaced him, showcasing his superior capabilities.’
‘He inspired dreams in the stagnant and aging faculty, earning their profound respect to the point where even the professors greatly admire him.’
‘He introduced a revolutionary combat ration enhancement called Magical Sweets through snacks. This innovation is set to revolutionize the battlefield.’
‘He mingles effortlessly with commoners and junior nobility, emphasizing skill over social status.’
‘His extensive expedition experience makes him the world’s foremost expert on monsters within Jephryn.’
‘The people surrounding him are equally remarkable. The descendant of the most renowned assassination family in the southern region. Though reluctantly acknowledged, his sister is the most accomplished wizard. Additionally, there’s a junior from the knight department, universally trusted by everyone. He even takes care of a cute pink chick.’
‘He excels in nurturing talent, transforming a candidate on the verge of expulsion into the top student of the year.’
‘Rumor has it, he proposed the construction of trains and railways to establish a trade network connecting the entire Roengreen Empire.’
‘Amidst all this, he doesn’t neglect his studies, earning top honors in some subjects.’
A flushed Aila, catching her breath, recounted the exploits of Wolfram von Roengreen, the epitome of rebellion, and Spica’s eyes widened.
“…That, that’s what Wolfram… Wolfram brother has achieved?”
“…Yes. That’s right.”
Spica held her chest.
“I believed that the imperial court was filled with ruthless individuals focused on suppressing personal armies, strengthening imperial authority, keeping the nobles in check, and even exploiting monsters to enhance imperial power.”
“That’s what you thought. But… Wolfram is.”
“Yes. He’s different. Truly, he’s someone who will usher in winds of transformation.”
“…Yes. It’s a rebellion.”
Aila swallowed and then blurted out as if releasing it.
“Indeed. It was a rebellion.”
‘No. It’s a revolution.’
Spica Tristar kept this thought to herself but wisely refrained from voicing it. This wasn’t the time for the 841st debate on rebellion versus revolution based on conviction.
“Um, sister. Aside from that, are there any other stories?”
“Ehehe. It’s a bit embarrassing, but I’ll share it with you. It’s about when I first met Wolfram at the age of 8. I was crying in the garden, and…”
As the night deepened, the sisters continued to exchange their stories.
Creating poison is surprisingly straightforward.
With the exception of a few unique slime species imbued with magical properties, slimes exhibit incredibly low resistance to status ailments. Their resilience could be likened to that of Wolfram’s health. These creatures easily succumb to various status afflictions.
To be precise, um, “Slimes with special attributes, excluding magical slimes, all possess distinct vulnerabilities.” That’s the underlying principle.
In simpler terms, fire-attribute slimes are susceptible to water, while water-attribute slimes are vulnerable to electricity… something along those lines. They resemble the ubiquitous common mobs found everywhere.
Regardless of the map or dungeon you venture into, the first encounter at the entrance is usually with the feeble, pliable masses. That’s precisely what slimes are.
“So, you’re suggesting that each slime has a specific weakness.”
“That’s correct.”
The issue lies in the fact that this knowledge isn’t widely disseminated in our world. This is all due to the wrongdoing of the Roengreen Empire.
There used to be a party member who expressed such sentiments. Um, it was a mid-game wizard character, if I recall correctly. Nevertheless, that line has left a lasting impression.
Subdue the private soldiers, bolster imperial authority, scrutinize the nobility, and even exploit monsters as tools to reinforce the empire’s might. Let’s overthrow this malevolent imperial dynasty and establish a just society!
I don’t harbor such dangerous thoughts, but aside from that, the current Roengreen Empire wields even greater imperial authority.
“So, should we believe in these weaknesses and spread the poison?”
“No, that would be too intricate to execute.”
While it’s not a bad approach, it necessitates other strategies beyond that.
“Ah, the issue lies in the bait.”
“That’s correct.”
Indeed. The challenge lies in the slime attractant. In essence, we must devise a method to lure them all in at once and eliminate them.
That’s not particularly challenging either.
“Just how many slimes inhabit the entire mine? Without caution, there could be millions.”
“That’s manageable.”
“Uh, really?”
Yes, really.
Setting aside any pretense, it’s entirely feasible.
“Rudika. It’s time to get to work.”
“Um. Rudika. Work!”
And then, I casually glanced at the wolf nearby, lazily yawning.
“Patrasch. It’s your turn to contribute.”
At my words, Patrasch raised his right paw, seemingly asking, “Me? Really?”
Yes.
You.
So, please join us promptly.
***
Slimes possess the traits of ‘recognizing their own kind’ and ‘provoking nearby slimes when one of their kind is attacked.’
“It’s a rather troublesome attack pattern.”
“···Indeed. That’s why the workers can’t enter the mines.”
It’s akin to them saying, ‘Did you harm our kin?’ and then retaliating, setting the ordeal in motion. As I mentioned, slimes ‘multiply unless their core is vanquished in a single strike.’ Furthermore, they fight in solidarity for their kind.
This implies that when you navigate through a slime dungeon, it’s essential to assemble your party with either critical or wide-area magic teams.
That’s why I collaborate with Rudika. Her determination and skills are exceptionally high, resulting in the majority of her attacks yielding critical hits. Truly astounding and incredibly impressive.
“Rudika. Are you prepared?”
“······.”
However, I was now issuing a different command to Rudika.
“Don’t target the vital areas.”
“······.”
In front of Rudika, a black slime quivered.
This was one that had been discreetly extracted from the mine without sustaining any harm.
I instructed Rudika to dismember this black slime as much as possible without touching its core.
Rudika silently commenced slicing the slime.
Observe those precise maneuvers. Stripping away everything except the core.
Truly, one should not underestimate her skill in skinning.
Before long, the slime began to quiver, and I signaled to Patrasch.
“Now, Patrasch. Commence.”
“···Grrrr.”
Patrasch then carried out the instructions I had provided.
He began inscribing something on the Magic stone with psychokinesis.
This is how it’s created.
The bait.
The finest form of bait.
***
Slimes multiply while simultaneously emitting a subtle wavelength. This serves as a signal to summon their brethren.
“Wow… That’s remarkable. How did you come up with that?”
“It’s not a significant feat.”
Patrasch, capable of ‘telekinesis,’ transcribes the slime’s pattern onto a Magic stone. Consequently, the slimes will recognize this stone as an assaulted comrade.
“…Now, Rudika. Administer this poison to the slime and terminate it.”
“……”
Rudika nodded slightly, wearing an expressionless countenance. In due course, the mine slime quivered and perished after consuming the poisoned feed.
Even after being meticulously dissected and then poisoned to death, Rudika’s eyes remained eerily clear. This individual becomes extraordinarily cold when it’s time to perform her duties.
“Is the pit ready, then?”
“…Yes, yes. It’s fully prepared.”
With the mine at a complete standstill, I directed the idle workers to excavate a pit and dispose of the poisoned deceased slimes within it.
Now, let’s begin.
“Something rather unpleasant is about to occur. Bear with it even if it turns your stomach.”
“O-okay.”
I nodded. The method is straightforward.
Toss the poisoned deceased slime into the pit. Subsequently, Patrasch amplifies the ‘Magic stone emitting a magical pattern calling kin’ with telekinesis beyond the pit. Now, what unfolds is…
“Oh… Impressive.”
“Mm. Hmm.”
Roll, roll, rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble! Thud. Doom.
Within the mine, an immense number of mine slimes, sensing the crisis of their kindred, rush toward the pit. Their quantity is so staggering that it would leave anyone in awe. How staggering? ‘Enough to make Rudika, the industrious assassin, groan.’
The slimes soon descend into the pit, realize the absence of adversaries, relax their combat stance, and then… consume the poisoned deceased slime.
And they incur poison damage once more.
The afflicted slimes emit a magical wavelength as a signal of the enemy, attracting more slimes from the mine to descend, devour the corpses, become corpses themselves, and the cycle continues. Consume and become corpses…
This ceaseless cycle of demise has created an infinite slime disposal facility.
“…Wolfram.”
“……Hmm.”
I remained silent. I watched the brown slimes disperse and accumulate, covering the ground with copious amounts of brown liquid, and I remained silent. It was visually repulsive, indeed, but suddenly, the thought crossed my mind that all of these were once alive but had now ceased to be.
This method was also renowned in the game as a ‘slime run.’ It was effectively employed.
“Hmm. It reminds me of the game.”
“…What did you say, Wolfram?”
I simply shrugged my shoulders.
“…Such slaughter. Such sin. Wolfram the Butcher. Do you bear the same sins as I do? Or perhaps even more… My friend. If so.”
Rudika lowered her head and mumbled something incomprehensible. Was it in her native language?
“Sorry, I only understand the common language of Roengreen.”
“No, it’s nothing. Wolfram, it just occurred to me that we could become good friends. Lifelong friends.”
“By the way, Rudika. I’m curious, since you used the word ‘friend,’ maybe you don’t need to speak such awkward language?”
“Hmm. Rudika thinks so too.”
“Huh?”
I wanted to inquire further, but I held back. It felt like it might be genuinely perilous to ask.
****
The wonderful news delivered by Wolfram and Count Glass quickly spread throughout the family. The atmosphere in the mansion became charged with excitement as everyone lauded Wolfram’s wisdom.
This story reignited the flames of hope and ambition in the heart of a young girl.
‘Just you wait.’
Initially, Spica felt a tiny, almost imperceptible twinge of dissatisfaction at Wolfram von Roengreen’s words. Maybe she could contribute too!
However, Wolfram von Roengreen possessed talents that far exceeded Spica Tristar’s capabilities. To attract the slimes all at once, capture them, and clean up the mine in that manner.
His statement to “wait” implied that he genuinely didn’t require her assistance.
This piqued her curiosity even further. Consequently, Spica decided to pay a visit to the person who could potentially be her rival.
“Um, sister.”
“Hm? What’s the matter?”
“I have something I’d like to ask you.”
“Go ahead. Hehe. I wonder what’s piqued Spica’s curiosity?”
Aila Tristar.
The potential rival!
“I’d like to know how the person who might become my brother-in-law has changed.”
“Huh? Oh, Wolfram? Sure, I’ll tell you. Come here.”
“Ehehe. Yes.”
Spica clenched her fists tightly. She couldn’t let go of her hands that felt sweaty and knotted. She was also 14 years old this year, scheduled to enter Jephryn next year. Yet, to her sister, who was several years older, she still seemed like a little child. Acting cute like this made it easier for her to share her thoughts.
‘…I’m sorry, sister. But I don’t want to lose this feeling!’
For that, she was even willing to act cute in front of her sister!
“Well, when he was removed from the position of student council president, Wolfram moved into the building I had. Naturally, I was disappointed, thinking he would rely on me. And, Wolfram didn’t have any support base.”
“Ah…”
“But that wasn’t the case. His eyes sparkled with a passion I had never seen before. An ambition to conquer the world. It all started from there. Those eyes seemed to burn so brilliantly.”
The ensuing tale about Wolfram was truly remarkable.
In short:
‘He created snacks to win over graduate students and freshmen who initially had no interest in him.’
‘He maintained a balanced relationship with his younger sister, the student council president. Even in the face of rivals, he concealed his true intentions and possessed an unyielding determination.’
‘Lately, he’s been participating in expeditions, forming friendships with those who replaced him, showcasing his superior capabilities.’
‘He inspired dreams in the stagnant and aging faculty, earning their profound respect to the point where even the professors greatly admire him.’
‘He introduced a revolutionary combat ration enhancement called Magical Sweets through snacks. This innovation is set to revolutionize the battlefield.’
‘He mingles effortlessly with commoners and junior nobility, emphasizing skill over social status.’
‘His extensive expedition experience makes him the world’s foremost expert on monsters within Jephryn.’
‘The people surrounding him are equally remarkable. The descendant of the most renowned assassination family in the southern region. Though reluctantly acknowledged, his sister is the most accomplished wizard. Additionally, there’s a junior from the knight department, universally trusted by everyone. He even takes care of a cute pink chick.’
‘He excels in nurturing talent, transforming a candidate on the verge of expulsion into the top student of the year.’
‘Rumor has it, he proposed the construction of trains and railways to establish a trade network connecting the entire Roengreen Empire.’
‘Amidst all this, he doesn’t neglect his studies, earning top honors in some subjects.’
A flushed Aila, catching her breath, recounted the exploits of Wolfram von Roengreen, the epitome of rebellion, and Spica’s eyes widened.
“…That, that’s what Wolfram… Wolfram brother has achieved?”
“…Yes. That’s right.”
Spica held her chest.
“I believed that the imperial court was filled with ruthless individuals focused on suppressing personal armies, strengthening imperial authority, keeping the nobles in check, and even exploiting monsters to enhance imperial power.”
“That’s what you thought. But… Wolfram is.”
“Yes. He’s different. Truly, he’s someone who will usher in winds of transformation.”
“…Yes. It’s a rebellion.”
Aila swallowed and then blurted out as if releasing it.
“Indeed. It was a rebellion.”
‘No. It’s a revolution.’
Spica Tristar kept this thought to herself but wisely refrained from voicing it. This wasn’t the time for the 841st debate on rebellion versus revolution based on conviction.
“Um, sister. Aside from that, are there any other stories?”
“Ehehe. It’s a bit embarrassing, but I’ll share it with you. It’s about when I first met Wolfram at the age of 8. I was crying in the garden, and…”
As the night deepened, the sisters continued to exchange their stories.
