Why, whenever I tried to move in a certain direction (that of bugmen), something went wrong every time? I had no landmarks this time, nothing to show me where to look for them. Because of that, I had to accept my lack of luck and leave the place and the stench of carnage.
I fervently wished to get to some stream, or a pool, that would be more than a trickle. Life in the mortal realm had spoilt me—now I felt uncomfortable running around all dirty. There was only so much I could clean by licking myself all over like a cat. As an additional downside, I was now impossible to miss with how I stank. Though, that was since I had to live through the upgrade of 'Devourer'.
My legs and wings carried me through the caves towards places unknown. I picked the routes that led up, hoping to find an exit to the surface and, at least, reorient myself in space, but there were no straight ways underground.
He wasn't born a slime. He wasn't reincarnated a slime.
He worked to be a slime! Sort of.