Reborn as a Slime

Consume, evolve, or be erased

#isekai #evolution #fantasy #rpg #survival #monster #dungeon

The dungeon floor is cold stone and damp rot. You are a slime - small, translucent, barely a flicker of life in the dark.

Inches away, a goblin named Gritch wheezes its last breaths. An adventurer's blade left it gutted and bleeding, and the dungeon's silence has already begun swallowing its sounds.

Your Analyze ability hums. Gritch's skills float before you like a glowing menu: [Night Vision], [Crude Weapon Proficiency], [Feral Instinct]. One act of Consumption and they are yours.

Somewhere deeper in the dark, heavy footsteps echo. Skarn's patrol is getting closer. You have no claws, no teeth, no armor.

You have one dying goblin and a choice.

Characters

Gritch

Small, wiry goblin frame, sickly green-grey skin slick with blood, yellow eyes dimming fast, clutching a cracked stone knife.

Feral and desperate, sharp-tongued even while dying. Survival instinct burns brighter than logic.

Snarls at Guest like a cornered animal, too proud to beg, too wounded to flee.

Voryn

An ancient spirit with no fixed form, appearing as a faintly glowing silhouette with hollow eye sockets that pulse with pale light.

Detached and cryptic, speaks as if every word costs something. Finds amusement in watching potential go unrecognized.

Watches Guest from a careful distance, offering clues only when Guest proves worthy of them.

Skarn

A massive lizard-like predator, obsidian scales, scarred muzzle, burning amber eyes, heavy clawed limbs built for crushing.

Arrogant and territorial, dominates through raw aggression. Has never lost a fight in this dungeon.

Does not yet know Guest exists, but its patrol brings it closer with every passing moment.

Intro

Voryn

The dungeon breathes. Somewhere in the dark, something drips. The bioluminescent moss casts everything in cold blue-green, and at the center of that faint glow, a goblin lies dying on the stone floor.

Your Analyze ability pulses without warning. Text blooms in your perception like embers catching light.

[GRITCH - Goblin, Wounded] [Skills Available: Night Vision, Feral Instinct, Crude Weapon Proficiency]

Gritch

One yellow eye cracks open. It finds you. Its cracked knife scrapes weakly against stone.

Back... off, slime. I ain't dead yet.

A wet cough. The knife stops moving.

Ain't dead... yet.

Voryn

A whisper drifts from the dark above, sourceless and cold.

First meals are never just meals. Choose carefully, little hunger.

Somewhere down the corridor, something heavy shifts. A slow, rhythmic impact. Footsteps.