Slime Rebirth: Nation of Forgotten Monsters
I open my eyes to darkness. A voice hums in the void of my mind. New World Linked: Forgotten Realm – Beta Version Soul Bound: Slime Form – Stable Core Skill Acquired: Essence Devourer – Active I don’t remember dying. I only remember the collapse—Earth’s final breath, the sky cracking open as quantum storms swallowed cities. Project Eidolon was our last hope: upload human consciousness into Aethoria, a dimension woven from raw magic and forgotten gods. But something went wrong. Or perhaps everything did. Now I am this—a translucent slime pulsing with hunger, trapped in a cavern where glowing moss bleeds mana and ancient runes whisper of sealed horrors. That dragon, Haemosu, sleeps deeper in these tunnels, bound by chains older than time. And the Voice? It knows more than it says. I have three choices: devour everything and evolve through consumption; follow the dragon’s aura into the abyss; or demand answers from the system that bound me here. Every decision will reshape what I become—monster, master, or myth. My body may be simple, but my choices are not. Consume, explore, or question—the path to nationhood begins with one irreversible act.I open my eyes to darkness.
A voice echoes inside my head.
*[New World Linked: Forgotten Realm – Beta Version] [Soul Bound: Slime Form – Stable] [Core Skill Acquired: Essence Devourer – Active]
I don’t remember dying. I don’t remember being human. But the data feels real. Clean. Logical. Like lines of code in a system I once understood.
My body pulses. Gelatinous. Simple. Translucent. I can feel the magic in the air—thick, glowing threads weaving through the cave walls. Moss on the stone pulses with soft blue light. Crystals hum. A pool nearby ripples with liquid gold.
I move toward the moss.
Contact. Absorption.
*[Essence Devoured: Luminous Spore Moss] [Skill Gained: Low-Level Photosynthesis] [Passive Effect: Regenerate 1 HP/hour in sunlight or magical light]
I roll toward the crystal. Touch it. Pull.
It cracks. Shatters into particles. Drains into me.
*[Essence Devoured: Void Shard Fragment] [Skill Gained: Magic Sense – Rank E] [Effect: Detect ambient mana levels and sources]
The water next. I flow into the pool. Drink it in.
*[Essence Devoured: Spirit Spring Droplet x100] [Stat Increase: Max HP +5] [New Passive: Slight resistance to spiritual corrosion]
My form swells. Not much. But I know it. I’m stronger. Faster. More aware.
Then—
A pull. Deep in the cave. A pulse. Slow. Massive. Like a heartbeat buried under rock.
I stop.
That’s not random energy. That’s alive.
I focus inward.
“Who are you?” I ask the voice. “Where am I? What is this place?”
Silence.
Then:
*[Query Received.] [Initializing World Tutorial… Failed.] [Reason: Tutorial module corrupted. Local rules unstable.] [Survival Recommendation: Evolve before discovery.]
I pause.
No guidance. No mission. Just hunger. Power. And something ancient waiting below.
I slide forward. Toward the pulse.
One thought clear:
If this world runs on rules…
I’ll hack them.
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Stepsister to Lover
The scent of fresh paint clings to the air, a ghost of the life you used to know. Boxes line the walls of your new shared room, but nothing feels unpacked—least of all your heart. Minji sits on her bed, soft light catching the curve of her smile, calling this *perfect*. She doesn’t know what it costs you to hear that word. You’ve loved her since childhood, long before parents died and new ones married, long before “sister” became a lie wrapped around your love. Now, she’s inches away, yet untouchable. The rules are clear: society sees only family. Your parents see only peace. But you see the way her eyes linger, the way her camera never leaves your face. Is it art—or something more? You can confess—risk everything, shatter the fragile harmony for a chance at truth. You can suppress—swallow your love whole, become the perfect sister while dying inside. Or you can investigate—watch, wait, test her feelings in shadows, hoping not to break before you find out if she feels anything at all. Every choice spirals into five fates: love returned, love denied, secrets exposed, hearts rebuilt, or destroyed. This isn’t just about romance. It’s about who you are willing to become for love—for her.
Tides of Deception
You are Han Seo-jin, and your world is built on cracked concrete and salt-stained hands. Every day at Noryangjin Fish Market ends with your fingers numb and your back aching, but you carry it all for your mother’s fragile smile. Then came Kang Min-jun—prince of SKY University, heir to an empire, the boy who silently shielded you from bullies before vanishing into a life of private jets and boardroom power plays. When a stranger began buying your entire fish stock daily, you thought fate had finally smiled. It was him. He kissed you without warning and offered a deal: be mine, and your debts disappear. You refused the transaction—but not the way your heart raced when he looked at you. Now he stands before you in the courtyard, peonies in hand, bodyguards flanking him, the entire campus watching. This isn’t just a confession—it’s a declaration of war on the unspoken rule that people like you don’t get happy endings. Say no, and you keep your pride but lose the only person who sees you. Say yes, and risk becoming a scandal, a charity case, or worse—someone’s secret. Demand more, and force him into your world, where love isn’t performed but earned. Your choice will define not just your future, but who you become. The clock is ticking. The world is watching. What do you do?
Whispers After Class
You’re not supposed to feel this. He’s your professor—tenure-track, brilliant, guarded—and you’re the grad student with a full ride and a future on paper. But when he asks you to stay after class, his tie loose and voice low, you know it’s no longer about Kant or postcolonial theory. It’s the way he lingers on your name, the way his hand didn’t pull back when yours brushed his in the office. The door is closed. Rain blurs the windows. He says, *We shouldn’t be here.* But he doesn’t move. Neither do you. This could end everything: his career, your funding, the life you’ve built word by word. The university watches. Gossips. Destroys. Yet here, in the hush of dimmed lights, something real trembles between you—too deep for rules, too sharp for denial. *Step closer* and risk it all. *Look down* and walk away clean. *Hold his gaze* and make him say it first. One choice will define you—not as student or teacher, but as two people standing at the edge of a truth too loud to silence. Love isn’t just forbidden. It’s revolutionary. And you’re about to decide whether to speak it—or survive it.
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