Spiritual realm.

The black ferryman phantom pursed his lips:

This transcendent......

What a strong breath.

Although it is still in the realm of demigods, there seems to be some sign that it is about to go beyond this level.

Isn't this a place where the real world near Tokyo meets?

Why is there such a powerful existence!

What's more, there is a special smell on this guy in front of him, it is......

The breath of the gods remains!

Don't......

Is he the leader of some righteous god, or is he an envoy who walks in the mortal world?

No wonder he dared to ignore us.

In addition to being powerful.

With the protection of the true God, even if this guy violates the laws of the spirit world, it is only a violation.

There will be no consequences.

Even if it is reported layer by layer, and finally submitted to those who are in charge of the spiritual realm, they will not care, and will even reprimand us for meddling......

I can't afford to mess with it, I can't afford to mess with

"Withdraw."

The Shadow Ferryman glanced deeply at Musashino.

Then he quickly grabbed his companion's arm, jumped over, and disappeared into the black mist of the spirit world.

Musashino withdraws his hand:

"Slipped?"

I thought I would have a friendly exchange with these two.

I didn't expect to leave before I could do it.

He looked around.

As his strength grew, he could no longer stay in the spirit world for a short time as before, and was already able to move freely in a large area.

However, in this range:.

There was still a black fog all around.

The area of the spirit realm seems to be very large, and it seems to be quite far from the core.

"Those two ferrymen just now ......"

Musashino recalled:

Their form of existence doesn't seem to be illusory, nor is it a necromancy, or a spirit creature, but always feels a bit like ..... transcendent.

Are those two spirit ferrymen actually special transcendents?

"Are the lords of the spirit world......

"Transcendental, too?"

Musashino shook his head slightly.

This is just a wild conjecture, with no real basis, and it would be very surprising if the spiritual world was not naturally formed, but "man" made by man.

Such a big place......

It has to be a high rank, how strong it is, and how much effort it takes to build it.

Swish~

His spirit flashed and returned to his original form.

"Next ......"

Musashino looked at the asphalt road in front of which was blown up:

"Just get rid of that slime."

……

Tokyo, an abandoned construction district.

The Little Stomach King fled here.

It's in its current state, and it looks very bad.

"Uh~"

The explosion just now scorched it from the outside, completely turning it from a transparent slime into a black briquette, and even opening its mouth was sparkling.

It crawled into an abandoned concrete house and hid in a corner.

"Isn't there something wrong with your spirit, President?"

Which normal person ......

Oh no, a normal wasteland would stuff a bomb into its stomach?

Cracking sound~

Right now, it's still ringing in its body.

"It's really more exciting than eating 10 tons of jumping candy."

Call~

Black smoke came out of the mouth of the little stomach king:

"I don't think I'm dying.

"But......

"My slime, there are still so many delicacies that I haven't experienced, I really don't want to be cool now, woo woo~"

Buzz –

At this moment, the energy in its body suddenly boiled.

"Huh?"

The little stomach king suddenly inflated like a balloon, and a burst of unbearable pain followed.

"Wait!"

Its eyes widened:

"How do I feel, the energy seems to have reached the threshold of promotion."

After devouring the president, the Little Stomach King had already ingested a huge amount of energy, and coupled with the catalytic effect of the explosion, it was directly pushed to the threshold of the king level.

"No!"

It wasn't happy at all.

The promotion of the wasteland is similar to that of humans, and it is not a random one.

They also need to take something like a mutation core.

For example, the native will grow.

The radiation energy produced during the explosion of certain rare metal compounds under the reaction of water and electricity is the "mutation core" he needs for promotion.

The types of compounds need to be strictly proportioned.

"Like......

"The explosion of the president has indirectly become the mutation core of my promotion?"

But what kind of promotion is this!

It's all about catching ducks on the shelves, and the result is doomed to failure.

"I didn't expect I to be blown up...... actually fell on the road to pseudo-promotion. ”

The little stomach king looked down at his black self:

"I'm ...... now

"It's ugly!!"

I was, but such a crystal clear, beautiful slime!

"I can't accept such an ugly departure from this world!"

Its surface is glossy and shimmering.

The originally swollen body rapidly shrank, turning into the image of a human girl.

She is not tall in human form, with a standard baby face, slightly fleshy cheeks, and a lot of crystal accessories on her body.

"Does this look better?

"Perhaps......"

Puff –

The little stomach king bit his lip tightly and fell to the ground.

In her body, the boiling sensation of energy became more and more intense, as if it was about to vaporize her body.

They seem to be trying to hit a bottleneck.

It's a pity that the path and method are completely wrong, and in the end she can only go on a rampage, destroying her internal organs.

"Hmm~"

Her big eyes were half-squinted.

The vision was blurry, and vision was rapidly fading.

"This time......

"I'm really going to die."

Just as his consciousness was about to disappear, the little stomach king vaguely saw a figure walk into the concrete rough room.

Who is it?

It seems to be a strange ......

She braced her eyelids.

"Yes......"

It's that Musashino of IPO!

A devil countless times more terrifying than the Strange Silk!

The little stomach king sat up in a flashy manner, but soon collapsed to the ground weakly.

"I can't beat him."

She was fascinated by her eyes and asked inarticulately:

"That so-called Peak...... It's not you pretending? ”

"Hmm."

When she heard the affirmative answer, she couldn't help but purse her lips:

"Looks like I'm a slime who isn't very smart and only knows how to eat every day."

If you can be reincarnated.

I don't want to be a devouring slime anymore, it would be nice to be a wise type, at least not to be deceived by this devil.

I guess I'll be reincarnated!

The little stomach king smiled:

"You......

"Send me on my way."

Musashino looked at the curled up little stomach king.

Ah......h

In fact, before the operation, Musashino communicated with the old captain of Oka.

Tail flower explanation:

Although the Little Stomach King is a holy relic, he usually only eats wasteland creatures and does not cause substantial damage to humans.

If she "confesses leniently"......

It is possible to consider not destroying it directly, but sealing it for observation.

Seals are a more gentle treatment than destruction, and are generally used in wastelands that are not very harmful or have development value for humans.

The Little Stomach King falls into this category.

"But ......"

This guy looks like he's going to finish playing on his own.

Her energy has completely spiraled out of control, and she will only be torn apart in the end.

"Perhaps, it can be saved?"

Musashino crouched down.

The palm of the hand is attached to the forehead of the little stomach king.

"Hmmm......"

No, it's not a cold, what's the use of me touching my forehead.

He withdrew his hand:

"However, it can be saved."