novelraw Chapter 381: I Want You to Help Me Change My Face
Chapter 381: I Want You to Help Me Change My Face
A rather unpleasant image immediately popped into Lynn's mind.
The lamplight on the table flickered slightly.
"Could it... really be that similar?" Lynn wondered, hesitant.
"Similar. It really looked very much like me."
The Foul Slime lifted its head, its voice hollow.
"I just watched quietly like that. Her posture was so graceful and dignified, her whole body seemed to flow with a water-blue luster, transparent and flawless. Her constantly shifting form... it made my heart melt just watching..."
Lynn asked cautiously, "A water-attribute Slime?"
"Wrong." The Foul Slime raised its head, its tone complex. "A water-attribute Slime that smelled of perfume."
Lynn was serious and focused. "And then?"
The Foul Slime took a deep breath, its gaze seeming to carry a trace of nostalgia and infatuation. It spoke with a sense of loss."Then, I bravely greeted her. Both she and her master seemed very surprised for a moment. And in order to catch the attention of that beautiful girl, I... climbed up from below."
Lynn: "？？！！"
Zuo Zuo: "(ΩДΩ)?!"
In the distance, the corners of Miss Puppet's eyes, hidden behind her mask, trembled almost imperceptibly.
Lynn adjusted his monocle, gave a thumbs-up, offering praise and affirmation, and said calmly, "That's truly a unique way to introduce yourself. Just based on that alone, I'm definitely willing to be your friend."
"And then what?"
Lynn showed great curiosity.
The Foul Slime closed its eyes, its voice hollow.
"Then, they hit me."
"......"
A brief silence fell around them.
Zuo Zuo instantly slapped the table with a *smack* and yelled at it, "Of course they'd hit you! Climbing up from below in such a weird way, and in a restroom at that! If Zuo Zuo had been there, I'd definitely have smothered you in the... mmmph... mmmph!"
Lynn pressed Zuo Zuo down with a *smack*, smiling. "Don't mind her. She's just a talking hand. You can decisively ignore her."
The Foul Slime: "？？？"
Lynn looked at it seriously. "What happened later? You probably didn't give up, right?"
The Foul Slime lifted its head, its eyes seeming to hold poetry and roses. "Of course not. Even though she hit me really hard, the way she looked when hitting me was also so adorable. So, after that, I spent whole nights gathering information about her, hoping to leave a good impression on that cute girl..."
"The next day, I went to visit her with my favorite pastries, planning to apologize to her in person."
Lynn asked hesitantly, "What kind of pastries?"
The Foul Slime was silent for a moment. "My treasured, fermented-for-thirty-years..."
Lynn decisively reached out a hand to interrupt its next words, shaking his head. "Got it! But you don't need to say that word. Let's just talk about what happened next."
"And then? Did she accept it?"
The Foul Slime took a deep breath, its tone inexplicably complex. "No. She hit me again."
"......"
The Foul Slime took a deep breath, fell silent, then continued. "I only found out later that she actually doesn't like eating shit. What she likes are roses and fragrant dew. She also didn't like my invitation for a date in the restroom. She said I smelled like a (beep—)."
It fell silent.
"My self-esteem took a huge blow."
Lynn: "..."
Although it was indeed a sad story, for some reason, Lynn just didn't know how to comfort it. He couldn't even advise it to stop eating shit, because that would be like telling someone else not to eat food.
This was undoubtedly a very tricky matter.
But.
Perhaps others saw it as truly a lump of (beep—), and it actually was.
But what Lynn saw was a man full of desolation.
It was like, even though they were both Slimes, both flowing liquids, she was water-attribute, while it was shit-attribute.
The distance was indeed vast.
Lynn sighed with feeling. "So, your purpose in coming is..."
The Foul Slime faced him, eyes closed. "I've already figured it out. (Beep—) is what I desire, but the girl is not to be desired. The two cannot be obtained together. So, I will abandon (beep—) and marry the girl. Therefore, I've decided I will never eat (beep) again from now on."
Lynn was immediately shaken. "You have such great willpower?"
The Foul Slime closed its eyes. "Not entirely."
The Foul Slime extended its wriggling body and squeezed a box out from within itself bit by bit, opening it with a *click*.
Lynn leaned forward to look and immediately saw that inside the exquisite box were two neatly arranged cakes emitting a rich, fragrant aroma.
The scent was overwhelming, making one's mouth water!
Lynn picked up a piece in surprise. "It's actually cream cake?! Your taste has improved! It looks very delicious!"
The Foul Slime nodded, eyes closed. "Yes. I specially asked a culinary master from Nightfall City to make it."
"What ingredients were used? Milk?"
"No. It's made from shit."
*Pfft—*
Lynn (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)—
Zuo Zuo (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)—
The Foul Slime picked up a piece of pastry with a complex expression. "Cream-flavored pastry made from shit. Even though it tastes fragrant, it's still shit at its core. It can still provide me with considerable energy to sustain my life... But this is already my limit..."
One could imagine just how great its sacrifice was.
Because this was almost like forcing a gourmet accustomed to delicacies from land and sea to eat shit-flavored cake just for a girl. It was simply torture.
Lynn put on gloves, trying hard to regain his composure.
"And then what?"
The Foul Slime said with complexity, "Food can barely be faked this way, but to truly gain the recognition of the girl I love, I must completely transform myself, head to toe."
It turned its head, looking at Lynn with a melancholic gaze, weary and complicated.
"So, Doctor, I want you to help me get some plastic surgery. I don't want this loose, watery form anymore. I want a more masculine, more majestic and handsome appearance, one that can make a girl swoon at first sight. Can you help me with this?"
And the moment its words ended, a System prompt sounded in Lynn's ear.
[Ding! You have triggered a special quest: The Slime's Makeover. After fulfilling the Slime's request, you will receive quest rewards: 500 Skeleton Coins, 800 base EXP, Special Reward x1]
"An appearance that can make a girl swoon at first sight?" Lynn pondered.
Plastic surgery wasn't particularly difficult.
After all, he had experience with giving people plastic surgery before and had received many positive reviews.
But the key point was, what should it be transformed into?
Lynn thought for a moment.
Then he stood up, adjusted his monocle, and smiled.
"That's simple. How about this: I'll first create a few looks for you. If you're satisfied, then I'll perform the surgery. How does that sound?"
The Foul Slime asked hesitantly, "Plastic surgery can have a trial version?"
Lynn calmly gave a thumbs-up, smiling. "Of course. This is my unique ability. Watch closely!"
In an instant, Lynn suddenly spread his five fingers towards it.
"Mimicry!"