The Slime Doesn't Die from Mana Transfer

Chapter 92 : Return

The first ray of morning sunlight streamed through the window’s gap, spilling across the bed—and across the girl’s alabaster skin, soft and delicate like warm jade.

Her slender body was like the masterpiece of a sculptor’s hand. Only her left arm—empty from three inches below the shoulder—broke the perfection, creating instead a beauty in incompleteness.

“Good morning, Flemont!”

Russell’s voice echoed in Rozelite’s ear.

She instinctively lifted her left hand to rub her eyes—yet after rubbing for a while with no sensation, she opened her eyes, realizing her left arm hadn’t regrown yet.

The left hand she had just felt was nothing more than a phantom limb.

She raised her empty left arm and glanced at it.

“Hm… looks like it’s grown out just a little more than yesterday.”

But at this speed, she wouldn’t have a new arm ready for at least ten days, maybe half a month.

Speaking of which—

“So itchy.”

Her right fingers trembled, reaching toward the stump to scratch it.

But before she could touch it, pale-blue slime blocked her hand.

“Until it’s completely healed, don’t touch it,” Russell scolded.

“…Fine.”

Rozelite sighed helplessly, forcing herself by sheer willpower to ignore the itching sensation from her wound.

She slowly sat up and opened the bedside cabinet.

The moment she did, a rush of cold air spilled out. Russell had fashioned it into a makeshift icebox with 【Ice Magic】. Though temporary, it could keep things chilled overnight just fine.

Inside lay a pale, slender arm, quietly resting.

Rozelite lifted the arm out, holding it against her stump to measure.

“Yep, it really has grown a little longer…” she murmured, stepping out of bed.

Gripping the Astral Silver Sword, she prepared to slice off the excess.

But then she realized—it wasn’t easy to cut meat with one hand. The arm kept rolling about, making it hard to steady.

“Mr. Slime, could you hold it down for me?” Rozelite asked.

“Sure.”

Pale-blue tentacles stretched out from behind her, pinning the arm against a chopping board they had specially bought yesterday.

“Thanks, that makes it much easier.”

Rozelite sliced down with one stroke.

“You cut too little,” Russell reminded.

Setting the sword aside, Rozelite lifted the slice she had just cut, dangling it in the air.

The thin slice was almost translucent, like a cicada’s wing.

Rozelite beamed proudly.

“See, Mr. Slime? My knife skills are pretty good, right?”

“...”

Russell said nothing.

“This kid doesn’t even treat herself as human anymore.”

Before she could say something outrageous like ‘Want to taste it?’, Russell casually incinerated the meat slice with a burst of 【Fire Magic】, turning it to ash.

Rozelite quickly finished trimming away all the extra flesh.

She pressed the stump against her arm again.

Russell’s pale-blue tentacles seeped into the wound, reconnecting the nerves and muscles, then heated the arm with 【Fire Magic】 to restore warmth.

Soon, the once-pale arm regained a healthy flush of color.

The pale-blue tentacle binding transformed into a glowing armband, securing the limb in place.

“How does it feel?” Russell asked.

“Mhm, no problem.”

Rozelite flexed, nodding. Both the length and sensation were perfect, as though her arm had never been cut.

“Thank you, Mr. Slime.”

Rozelite touched the armband with a smile.

“Now I really can’t live without you.”

Russell sighed helplessly.

…

Two days earlier, during the labyrinth expedition—

After defeating the final boss, Russell had immediately rejected Rozelite’s crazy idea.

He wasn’t Hannibal—he had no such… culinary hobbies.

【Insatiable】 was only for leveling up, acquiring skills, and disposing of corpses conveniently.

Meaningless devouring had no purpose for him.

In fact, Russell had already tested it before.

Devouring severed monster limbs or partial remains with 【Insatiable】 had no effect.

He didn’t fully understand the system’s judgment rules, but even if a monster was cut evenly in two, only the larger half yielded skills.

In other words, severed arms, legs, or body parts were pointless to consume.

Later, he and Rozelite had found the so-called “memoir” beneath the black silhouette’s throne. Grandly named, but in reality just a small, slightly damaged notebook with ordinary paper—not some precious artifact.

No rich post-clear rewards—slightly disappointing.

Well, it was an undead-type labyrinth.

Before they could even flip it open, the entire labyrinth began to quake violently. Not only the palace, but the entire space shook, as though it could collapse at any moment.

So they hurried back the way they came, leaving as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, there had been no one at the exit. Russell didn’t need to worry about concealing his identity.

Not long after, while eating at the tavern across from the Adventurer’s Guild, they overheard that the gate to the Gigantic S-Rank Labyrinth: 【Undead Fortress】 had vanished. Someone passing by had seen it disappear.

The news spread like wildfire.

Within a single day, all of Flemont was in uproar. Every faction stirred into motion at the shocking revelation.

First to react, naturally, were the adventurers and the Adventurer’s Guild.

There were only two possible reasons for a labyrinth gate to vanish: either the labyrinth’s sustaining mana had run out, causing it to collapse, or it had been fully cleared, making its existence unnecessary.

The first was unlikely. After all, just recently, two consecutive adventurer teams had entered. They knew the labyrinth’s environment well enough—it couldn’t have collapsed from lack of mana.

Which meant only one possibility remained: The Gigantic S-Rank Labyrinth 【Undead Fortress】 had been fully cleared.

But by whom?

An S-Rank adventurer party?

Noble elites?

The current Sword Saint?

A secret weapon of the Magic Association?

A newly chosen Hero?

Speculation ran rampant.

People tried to deduce clues from the details. But unfortunately, the S-Rank party 【Blue Falcon】, who had entered during the second expedition, had already left the city. No way to investigate further.

The only certain intel was, whoever cleared it had never once revealed themselves.

A true mystery.

And the next to react were…

Merchants, swarming into Flemont from every direction, eager to profit from the flood of adventurers.