Bab 7: clayman's game(2)
"Ha ha ha ha," Clayman started to laugh as Milim looked at him with anger. He was in a very sorry state. Blood dripped from his mouth and eye, and his legs were twisted in unnatural ways. Yet, there was a look on his face that screamed he had won.
"If you kill me, the puppet will die too. You wouldn't want the one who took such good care of you and the one you named to die, would you?" he said, making Milim pull back some strength from her punch. The puppet managed to stand up.
Clayman had played his final card. He told her to name the puppet, creating a close connection between them.
He also allowed the puppet, which had an elemental inside, to act on its own. The elemental might have thought Clayman didn't know what it was doing behind his back, but thanks to his new unique skill that amplified his mind control, Clayman knew exactly what was happening.
"If you behave, your friend might survive," Clayman said to Milim. She looked at the puppet with teary eyes. Not only had she formed a bond with him over the last three months, but she had named him as an equal, a friend. Losing someone like that would cause her great pain. She didn't know why, but when she met him, she felt like she was meeting someone familiar. If she lost him by mistake, she didn't know what she would do. Now, she even hated herself for falling into Clayman's trap. She could only hope Rimuru could help her.
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Two days later...
Clayman was planning to delay his revenge to ensure he had full control over Milim, but something unexpected happened. One of his subordinates managed to break free from his control, which alarmed him.
This forced him to slow down his plans, but luck was not on his side. Guy called for the Walpurgis Banquet. The reason? That slime managed to become a Demon Lord by killing 100,000 soldiers from the Kingdom of Falmuth.
He didn't know how the number was so high, but he didn't care, thinking it was just a butterfly effect. Anyway, the number didn't matter in front of Veldora, with the help Rimuru had awakened.
Humming to himself, Clayman started going over his plans for the next day, preparing for Walpurgis. He had to make sure he survived the Demon Lord meeting.
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MC POV
"How much more time will it take, Nova?" I asked my skill for the tenth time in an hour.
[Notice: It will take time, but I can't calculate it but the effect of this skill can easily be broken by an ultimate skill.]
"Raphael," I muttered to myself. I knew what my skill was trying to say. Truly, that skill was broken. But who am I to complain? I also gained this much power without even doing anything.
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Location: Sorcerous Dynasty of Sarion
Royal castle
"My lord, I don't understand. Why would someone like you allow such a lowly creature like a slime to evolve?" a beautiful elf, Elmesia, said to an 11-year-old boy seated on the chair.
"You don't need to concern yourself with that, Elmesia. Come here and sit with me," the boy, the embodiment of beauty, replied. To the one who is feared as the Heavenly Emperor.
The spot he was pointing to made her ears turn red—not with blush, but with rage. She was an existence to be feared, yet this boy, not even an adult, was acting so casually toward her. But she couldn't do anything; this boy could kill a Demon Lord with a single swing of his sword.
"Why aren't you coming?" he asked again, but this time, a golden aura surrounded him.
"My lord, you are too young, and I am 2,000 years old—your ancestor," Elmesia tried to reason. But the boy's next words left her speechless and made her want to kill him.
"Age is just a number, Elmesia. Come and sit with me. I can even reward you if you know what I mean," the boy said with a smile, watching as the elf clenched her fists in rage.
Status Power Mingguan
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