A wish. It sounds so simple, doesn't it? A fleeting thought, a quiet hope—a moment where the impossible suddenly feels within reach.
But wishes are anything but simple. They're traps we set for ourselves, distractions from reality. A wish is not a gift. It's a gamble, an invitation to chaos. People wish when they're desperate, when the weight of the world presses too hard. And desperation... that's when the sharpest blades are forged.
The air in the cave was thick, suffocating, as if the very walls themselves were pressing inward. The space was vast, but the stifling silence made it feel claustrophobic. The floor was slick with moisture, the faint glow of the core casting an eerie light that clung to every surface. Shadows, black and contorted, stretched unnaturally, their movements erratic—almost alive. The steady drip of water echoed through the cavern, masking the faint hiss of something else... something far more sinister.
I didn't know how long I'd been here. Hours? Days? Time had become irrelevant. Every inch of my gelatinous body quivered, a strange tension building within me, the instinct to flee gnawing at my very core. But where could I run? Back into the forest? The same forest where adventurers had once hunted me, driven by their need to track me down like an animal? No... no, I couldn't go back. Not there. This was my only option, even if it felt like walking straight into the jaws of something far worse.
"You are lost. Confused," the voice purred, its words slithering into every corner of the cavern, wrapping around me like a cold embrace.
I froze—or as much as a slime could freeze. The voice wasn't just heard. It was the air, the space itself. It vibrated through my very being, tugging at me like a magnetic force.
The demon observed slime with a mix of curiosity and amusement. It had been ages since anything had stumbled into its prison. Most creatures that entered never left, but this one was different. There was a flicker of something within this slime—a spark that intrigued the demon.
"But even the smallest creatures can shape destiny," it continued, smooth and deliberate. "I can grant you the power to escape this pitiful existence and fulfill your wish. Decide quickly, little one... Because your time is running out. And so is mine."
The red glow in the center of the cavern pulsed in rhythm with the voice, its steady, almost hypnotic thrum sinking into my bones. I wanted to resist. I should've resisted. But every part of me—every flicker of what remained of my shattered self—was drawn to it. It felt... like the promise of something greater, something more than just survival.
The core hovered in the center, perched precariously in a basin of jagged, black stone. It was surrounded by tendrils—black and shifting—writhing like snakes, their movements almost too fluid, too precise. The air here felt colder, the metallic tang of something ancient hanging heavy. The scent of power. Of malice.
The demon watched my hesitation with a predatory gleam. It reveled in the desperation, the raw, unfiltered need for something more. It had seen countless souls in its time, but this one—this pathetic, quivering mass—held potential. The demon's own power had waned, trapped in this wretched form, but with this slime's essence, there was a chance—however slim—for rejuvenation.
"Nice light show," I muttered to myself, trying to mask the terror rising within. "But if you've been watching me, you know I'm not the type to fall for the first shiny thing that crosses my path."
The voice chuckled, smooth like velvet but with a sharp edge beneath it. "Skepticism. Good. It means you're not entirely foolish. But tell me, little one—what do you truly wish for?"
The words hit me like a blow to the chest. What did I wish for? To survive, obviously. But that was the easy answer. There was more... always more. I had lost everything—my memories, my identity, everything that made me who I was. I didn't even know what I had been before this.
I don't even know who I am, I thought, the bitterness of my own confusion biting at me. How am I supposed to know what to wish for?
"Ah," the voice crooned, its tone almost sympathetic. "A creature torn from its place, abandoned and forgotten. You feel it, don't you? The hollowness. The yearning to be whole again. I can sense it within you—a soul so vast it strains against this fragile form. You are not like the others."
I felt a ripple of unease pass through my gelatinous form. What's that supposed to mean?
"You were not meant to be here," it whispered, its words laced with dark promises. "This existence... it's wrong for you. Trapped in gelatin, hunted like vermin. But I can set things right. I can make you whole again. Human. Or better yet, return you to where you belong."
The words hung in the air, thick with temptation. The offer was too good to be true, but it felt real, tangible. Something I could have—something that could restore what I'd lost. My body trembled, but not from fear anymore. It was the pull of a promise too perfect, too sweet to ignore.
'And what do you get out of this? 'I asked, though I had a feeling I already knew the answer.
The tendrils surrounding the core paused, curling inward like a snake preparing to strike. "I require... a fragment of your essence. A sliver of your soul to fuel the magic. It is a small price, little one. In exchange, you will be free from this wretched form."
A sliver of my soul, I repeated, testing the words, trying to wrap my mind around them. That's... vague.
The voice darkened, its tone losing its sweetness. "You question too much for one so desperate. Do you wish to spend eternity as slime? Or will you grasp the opportunity before you?"
I didn't respond immediately. My mind raced. The core's light was too bright, almost blinding. It tugged at me, urging me forward. But still... something nagged at me. A strange feeling—a warning.
I'll do it, I finally said aloud, forcing the words through clenched thoughts. I tried to sound hesitant, unsure, like I were truly torn. "I'll accept your contract. Whatever it is."
The tendrils surged forward, their movements almost frantic with anticipation. "Yes... yes! A wise choice, little one. Together, we will—"
The voice faltered. The tendrils paused mid-air, their movements becoming erratic.
"What...?" It was stunned now. "This soul... it is too much. Too vast. What are you?"
I felt it then—the demon's panic. The shock radiating from it. It had sensed something inside me, something it hadn't anticipated. A soul larger, more complete than any it had ever encountered.
This soul... it whispered. It's not just strong. It's ancient. Complete.
The tendrils twitched, tightening around me. The demon's words turned from coaxing to commanding. "You will give me everything!"
But something stirred within me—a flash of clarity, a gut instinct. I'm not done. I'm not finished.
I surged forward, my body breaking into a frenzied movement as I reached for the core. The demon's panic bled through the air, its thoughts becoming more frantic, more erratic.
"What is this creature? How can it possess such power?"
I'm done waiting, I thought. I've had enough of being someone's puppet.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" the voice screamed in desperation.
The core was hot—almost burning as I wrapped myself around it. Energy coursed through me, violent and overwhelming. The light from the core pulsed erratically, thrumming with power, trying to push me away. But I held on. I had to.
"Foolish creature!" the demon's voice screeched. "You cannot contain this power! You will destroy us both!"
"Maybe," I said, my voice steady now, resolute. "But I'm not a creature of regret. I'm a creature of survival."
With a deafening crack, the core shattered. Its crimson light flared, flooding the cavern in a blinding explosion. My body splintered into pieces, falling apart as if every ounce of my being was ripped from me.
And then... silence.
When I reformed, I wasn't the same. I felt different—stronger, somehow. A faint red glow pulsed deep within me, replacing what had been lost. The cave was still, empty now. But in the quiet, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind, its words sharp and unfamiliar.
[System Initialization Complete. Welcome, User.]
I paused, trying to grasp the weight of what had just happened. The demon's presence was gone, its power absorbed and integrated into my very being. I had survived the encounter, but at what cost? What had I become?
The voice continued, indifferent to my internal turmoil. [Your wish has been granted. You have been integrated with the System. Use it wisely.]
I didn't feel like a mere slime anymore. I felt... something else.
And in that moment, I knew my journey had just begun.
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