Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon-Chapter 262 - 261 Slime

Chapter 262: Chapter 261 “Slime

Chapter 262 -261 “Slime

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“A bowl of beef noodles, and add an egg, please.”

“Sure thing, 16 yuan. Scan the code yourself.”

Chaoyang, carrying his bowl of noodles, found an empty table to sit down and started slurping away. At the same time, the Slime made a popping sound as it jumped onto the table.

“You have to help me find the other two parts!”

“You have to help me find the other two parts!”

“Are you even listening to me? You have to help me find the other two parts!”

The Slime circled around the bowl, its voice continuously intruding into his mind, and covering his ears was useless. Even more absurd was that it seemed to possess some optical invisibility powers; other customers were nearby, yet they couldn’t see the squirming red goo.

“Can you shut up and let me eat in peace?” Chaoyang glared at it fiercely—when he left Canada, he had planned to invite Ailuodi to come over for a visit, but she had to return to City L earlier due to new business from the Skeleton Hand. The Angel didn’t show up, but instead, this annoying blob did.

“How can you treat me with this attitude? I am a divinity, a guardian of life, you should regard me as embodying divine will!”

The childish voice clamored in disbelief.

“Yeah, guard life by making their brains spill out of their skulls. Please, around here, that’s called murder!”

“Life is about continuation, not form. Of course… I understand that your enlightenment is not high, so didn’t we have an agreement? I will not incorporate them into Unity for now.”

“You are feeling aggrieved, huh?” Chaoyang slurped another mouthful, “I also want to know where the other two parts are. But the problem is, we don’t even know where they are right now, so how can I help you retrieve them? Why can’t you even detect your own siblings? Useless!”

“They are not siblings, they are parts of me.”

“Oh, so you are not you either, but a part of the God of Causality?”

“How can you compare the two? I have already awakened, creating my own consciousness, while they have not; they are still just dead flesh.”

Chaoyang raised an eyebrow; this guy seemed quite ruthless towards its own kind, “What if they also wake up to their consciousness?”

“… Then you better find them before that happens!” The Slime’s voice suddenly became quite agitated, “Consciousness itself is uncertain. If they choose to complete Unity at all costs, you can’t blame me!”

“Fine, if you stop yammering, I will definitely find them faster.”

It quieted down.

But it only lasted for three seconds.

“Then let me have a taste.”

“A taste… of what?” Chaoyang was a bit startled.

“The thing you are eating.”

“Hold on, you can taste?”

“Do you have some misunderstanding about me?” The Slime said discontentedly, “Smell, touch, taste, hearing… what don’t I have? Even high-frequency fluttering sounds, the flash of stars exploding, the ripples caused by gravitational anomalies of galaxies… I can taste them all. Don’t forget, I am—”

“Alright, alright, enough, here you go.” Chaoyang picked up a chopstick full of noodles and placed it into the creature from above.

“Huh, what’s that guy doing?”

“That’s really unhygienic…”

Whispers of discussion from the next table over reached his right hand.

Chaoyang suddenly remembered, they couldn’t see the Slime—which meant he was currently throwing noodles from his bowl onto the table.

He could only stand up, positioned himself in between the tables, and said, “Let’s go.”

“You haven’t finished eating…”

“We’ve attracted attention; we’ll eat next time,” Chaoyang stated seriously.

The Slime, clinging to a small bunch of noodles, made a scraping jump into the crook of his arm—a position easily concealed by clothing. Chaoyang walked out of the noodle shop, catching from the corner of his eye the customers from the neighboring table looking shocked as they went to investigate. After all, they clearly saw him spilling noodles on the table, yet no trace of soup or water remained on the surface.

“The taste isn’t bad, I want to eat more next time.” The Slime made a gurgling sound, and those noodles quickly disappeared inside it.

This time Chaoyang was the one surprised, “Hold on, you can actually digest this stuff?”

“Of course, I am constructed based on humans. The energy you supply keeps me awake, and this extra intake allows me to live better.”

A divinity so down-to-earth.

Chaoyang inwardly admired.

Too bad this guy had no abilities other than talking, which pretty much made him equivalent to a pet.

“Right, help me think of a name,” the other party said again.

“What’s wrong with Slime?”

“That’s someone else’s name, and it would give those who hear it primitive and backward fantasies. Whereas I am—”

“Stop.” Chaoyang cut him off, lest he repeat that whole string of titles again, “How about Guoguo? After all, you’re the God of Causality.”

“Reduplication is disgusting, are you really that uneducated?” Slime scoffed.

This comment nearly choked Chaoyang.

He was actually being scorned by a blob of slime!

“Then… how about Shi Yin?”

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“Let’s go with Shi Yin,” it tweaked itself, “Shi represents the refinement of disorder into order, and music is a highly ordered form of art. The pronunciation also fits with time and causality, which makes this name more suited for me.”

“Suit yourself, Slime.” Chaoyang shrugged.

At that moment, a wave of cursing sounds came from up ahead.

He saw several middle school students chasing a peer into an alley off the street. Passersby also noticed the scene but quickly averted their gaze.

He remembered, there seemed to be a middle school around this street.

In the current security environment, serious criminal cases had become rare, and it was precisely these little hooligans protected by the Juvenile Protection Law who were the most rampant. Most people didn’t want to get involved, both to avoid trouble and because getting involved wouldn’t do much good.

Chaoyang directly accessed the nearest police car, faking the dispatch signal, and had them head here immediately.

Because he saw… one of the bullies had a knife in his hand.

Chaoyang didn’t go deep into the alley but stood on the side of the street, watching the situation inside.

Just as the biggest of the students raised his fist to smash the victim’s head, a construction helmet instantaneously appeared above his head. A muffled thump sounded, and the assaulter clutched his fist in pain.

“Fuck, how did this hat pop out!?”

“Fuck you, you dare to mess with us?”

More punches and kicks followed.

But the ones screaming turned out to be the underage thugs.

“Aah—his clothes are lined with tacks!”

“No… I didn’t!”

“Cut the crap; I’m gonna kill you!” Just as the smallest delinquent raised his watermelon knife, several loud shouts came from behind Chaoyang—

“What are you guys doing!?”

“Nobody move!”

Two policemen rushed past Chaoyang and into the alley. The hoodlums scattered like birds, frantically running deeper into the alley.

They arrived in two minutes, not a bad response time. If the call had been made to the central station, and then the central station dispatched the patrol officers, it certainly wouldn’t have been this fast.

That should do it.

Chaoyang erased the traces of the replicated items and turned to continue on his way.

“Why not go in?” Shi Yin suddenly asked.

“It’s not worth it. I’m the manifestation right now, and you can tell the difference,” he replied matter-of-factly. The manifestation is the source of existence and cannot sustain any damage. Although he didn’t think a few thug students with a watermelon knife could threaten him, less trouble is better than more, because after all, Demons don’t thrive on brute strength.

“So weak.” It muttered.

“What did you say?” Chaoyang furrowed his brow.

“You right now… so weak.” Shi Yin repeated.