The new mission attracted everyone's attention.

"Do you think the Dancing Lightning Party will take this mission?" a fat young adventurer asked, glancing at the others.

"No. Even if they wanted to, the guild won't agree," his teammate replied calmly. "It's a B-rank mission."

Thud! Thud!

To everyone's disbelief, the Flaming Peacock Party walked up and took the mission.

Even more shocking—the guild receptionist agreed and let them take it, despite some adventurers murmuring about the requirement of ten B-rank adventurers.

In the corner, five adventurers glared as they watched the Flaming Peacock Party leave. They sat around a rectangular wooden table, drinking beer and whispering plans.

"Captain, didn't we take the mission to deal with the White Wolf Gang?" a fat woman in black mage robes asked, her eyes narrowing cunningly. "We can just sneak in and watch them from far away while they clear the mission… then steal the credit," she added, gulping beer from a huge mug.

"No. Too dangerous if they spot us. We'll be done for," a heavily armored man replied, a massive staff strapped to his back. "Don't forget the warning they gave us… before."

A skinny woman in light armor, sitting beside the captain, snapped at the fat woman, "It's still too dangerous."

A bulky, seven-meter-tall man with a massive shield on his back tried to reassure everyone. "It won't be that dangerous… Don't forget our captain has a trump card. Last time he didn't use it against the Flaming Peacock Party."

"It's too dangerous!" the skinny woman insisted. "Why are you depending on that artifact? Didn't I say the captain would not use it again?"

"That's enough. We'll take it," a thin man said coldly. He wore light armor and carried a heavy bow on his back. "If the captain can't decide, then we vote."

"We'll follow," the fat woman said, raising her hand.

The thin archer raised his hand.

The bulky man also raised his hand.

"See?" the fat woman said, grinning. "The decision is made. Understand?"

The skinny woman's face turned ugly.

"That's enough. We'll leave the party!" she roared.

She grabbed the pouch from the captain's hip, shoved her hand inside, and pulled out a weird staff.

She hurled it straight at the fat woman's face.

Thud!

The burly shield man caught the staff with one hand.

"We are done!" the skinny woman roared. She grabbed the captain's hand and dragged him away.

"I'm sorry… I'll help you all back one day," the captain said, glancing back apologetically as he left with her.

"This…" The fat woman's mouth hung open in shock.

The thin man muttered in disbelief, "Did we push him too far?"

The bulky tank replied, "No. The captain is easy to manipulate… but that woman sensed our intentions."

Some adventurers watching from the sidelines grinned while others murmured.

"Does that mean Dancing Lightning is dismissed?"

Another replied confidently, "No. Just a few members left. They'll find others."

A one-armed adventurer mocked, "It's their captain… not some random member."

----

Under the crimson rays of night…

'It has been one month,' Slime#47 mused, his body wrapped in demonic force.

"Demonic Recuperation." More than thirty percent of his sliced body regrew—visible to the naked eye.

'Good.'

After taking a few breaths, he cut himself again with his palm.

Wob!

Multicolored jelly fell to the ground, reducing his body size back to seventy percent.

"Demonic Recuperation." Black demonic force surged, and his body healed again.

[ Ding! ]

[ Demonic Recuperation proficiency +1 ]

[ Ding! Demonic Recuperation {Grade 1} has leveled up to Lv.3 ]

[ —Demonic Recuperation {Grade 1} Lv.3—

—Proficiency: 1/100

—Coats the body with demonic force to heal injuries, regrow limbs, and cure diseases.

—Increases healing speed by 900%.

—Note: Can input more demonic force for more effect! ]

"It sure hurts… but it pales compared to the pain I felt when I used the Mana Torrent Refinement Technique," he muttered, glancing at the ten moons.

His pain tolerance had risen so much that he could slice his body without even blinking.

He learned this method from Elder Slime. He wanted to level this recovery skill quickly.

He couldn't train it in the morning—Mama Slime would never agree—so he could only do it at night.

When his demonic force ran out, he went to sleep.

----

After a few days…

Thud! Thud!

Young Slime waved his hand, and the horned wolf carried Mama Slime and Elder Slime onto his back as he climbed the large tree.

They hid and watched the slime#47 cautiously.

Young Slime knew that the day the Dancing Lightning Party would appear was drawing close. So he made the slimes and cattle hide in caves and other safe places.

Only those three stayed behind—they wanted to watch his battle.

When the Dancing Lightning team entered his vision, Slime#47 blinked.

"I remember those three…" he muttered, doubtful. "But who are these two? What happened to the actual two?"

'For the first time, I witnessed the butterfly effect.' He clicked his tongue.

He knew the concept. He'd heard about it a lot.

But this was the first time he had created it with his own hands.

Just because he broke out of Oakfield Village earlier than intended, it created a wave and changed the pattern—altering how the Dancing Lightning Party's path unfolded.

"At least that captain survived the fate of becoming a tree creature," he grinned, happy he saved someone from corruption.

The team still had the familiar tank, archer, and mage.

But the other two were different:

A slender, beautiful young woman with brown hair, holding a long white magic staff.

And a heavily armored, slender, young, handsome man… holding the sealed artifact staff in his hands. 'I need to impress her… make her fall for me,' he thought.

'This is the target,' Slime#47 thought, eyes narrowing at the staff in the young man's grip.

"Demonic Surge." He activated his skill.

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A few minutes earlier…

"This is the place," the thin archer said, folding the map and slipping it back into his pouch.

"Don't be nervous. Just do as I say," the fat woman told the young man, eyeing him as he gripped the sealed artifact.

"Okay," the young man nodded, but he couldn't hide his nervousness.

The brown-haired woman sneered at his cowardly behavior.

Noticing the disgust on her face, the young man clenched the staff tighter. 'I need to impress her… make her fall for me,' he thought.

Thud! Thud!

They walked closer.

"Hey! It's a… slime," the young man grinned. "An easy target." He had killed slimes to level up at the beginning.

"Not just any slime," the brown-haired woman mocked. "It seems unique…"

"I haven't seen anything like that," the thin archer said, staring hard at the multicolored slime.

"Let's catch it and sell it for a good price," the fat woman exclaimed, clapping her hands.

"Quick, Thomas. Use the sealed artifact!" the tank yelled——as the slime unleashed a torrent of demonic force.

End of the chapter…

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