FreeBooksOnline Chapter 192: Food Slime Ability Is Absolutely Broken!
Chapter 192: Food Slime Ability Is Absolutely Broken!
Balanced over the heat, a thick, marbled leg of boar sizzled. Maddy hadn’t hunted this one; she had manifested it. Her shoulder rippled as she used Charging Strength to hold the heavy weight steady, while her forearm shimmered, transforming into the translucent membrane of the Food Slime.
The aroma was intoxicating—a mix of woodsmoke, seared meat, and a sweet, citrusy glaze she had mimicked from the Sovereign’s own essence.
Maddy let out a sharp, joyful bark of laughter.
She reached out with her free hand, which suddenly pulsed with a pale green light. She manifested a Hygiene Slime appendage, using its Cleansing Secretion to perfectly sanitize her stone "plate" before the meat touched it.
"...You know," she muttered, quieter this time, "I kinda wish you could actually eat with me."
"Feels like I’m just talking to myself half the time. Like some crazy girl chatting with someone that doesn’t even exist."
[Response: I do exist. I am simply not physically present. Also, if I could eat, I would not choose self-cannibalism as my first experience.]
"Wow. Rude."
She had a cracked plastic plate on her lap. On it—scraps... and worms wriggling through what little food she had managed to find. And yet, she had been smiling.
The little girl had said, nudging the plate slightly as if offering it to someone sitting across from her.
There had been no one there. No voice. No reply. Still, she talked. Still, she laughed quietly, like she wasn’t alone at all. The memory faded as quickly as it came.
Then, she sliced into the boar leg with a finger she had hardened into a Material Slime blade. The meat parted like clouds.
"I wonder what they’re doing right now... Are they eating already?"
"I told them, didn’t I... no matter what happens, they should always eat together. Even if I’m not there... even if things get messy... they still have each other at the table."
"Hope they listened."
[Response: Based on prior behavioral patterns... probability is high that they did.]
"Yeah... they better."
"...I already miss them," she admitted quietly.
She clicked her tongue and shook her head—once, twice, then harder, as if physically throwing the feeling off her shoulders.
She exhaled through her nose, eyes sharpening again.
A small, determined smile returned, this time with steel behind it.
Lucy responded, tone calm but certain:
Maddy paused... then snorted.
She lifted the blade again, focus snapping back into place. Then without hesitation—she tore off a massive chunk of the boar leg and bit down. For a split second, everything went quiet.
"—WHAT?!"
She froze mid chew, then slowly looked down at the meat in her hands like it had personally offended her.
Her shoulders relaxed instantly. The tension, the lingering ache, the creeping loneliness—washed away in a single wave of pure, overwhelming satisfaction.
Her voice rose.
She laughed, loud and unrestrained now, already going for another big bite.
Lucy responded dryly:
"Damn right I have!"