That time a War Photographer was reincarnated as a Slime

Chapter 2: The Cave

An amorphous blue blob exists in the form of a semi-liquid substance. The only thing that keeps it from being just a primordial soup is a single red nucleus the size of a ping pong ball, capable of changing the entire structure of its body to fit the situation; this creature is called a slime. Having the same masses as a pig and the intelligence of microbes only exist to eat and survive with no will of their own. It is a pitiful creature that couldn't reach its full potential as the apex predator of the food chain…that's until now.

Satoru looks at the ground then back to his body. He has been in here for awhile, shambling around the cave like a slug using this new body of his. Even after all this time it's still uncomfortable for him to move around like this; mostly because it's inefficient, slow, and gives him a slight tingling feeling in his supposed belly whenever he moves.

Although he wants to bring back his human physiology. He knows full well that it's not possible as of right now, considering it takes a lot of focus just to be able to maintain the pair of eyes that he created out of the desire to see, and even then it's nowhere near as good as the eyes he used to have.

But it doesn't mean he has lost his hope of returning to what he was. The fact that he can grow eyes means he has the potential to do more. He already knows his body is unique from any other lifeforms that he had seen throughout his life, but the only way to know the full extent of his body, is to keep testing the limit.

He closes his eyes and empty his mind of all other thoughts. What he needs right now is something that can make him move faster and more comfortable, but need to be easy to create and maintain. Images flashing through his mind as he tries to find something that fits all of his criteria.

"This…".

He stops unexpectedly. The thing he thought of, although unusual, is very effective and fitted all of the check boxes. Knowing that the worst that can happen is him starting all over again, he shoots for it without hesitation.

He closes his eyes once again and remembers that sensation. The sensation that he felt when he formed his eyes. The feeling of his body stretching, separating and reforming back to the shape of a pair of eyes.

"Focus, and remember that feeling". He whispers to himself as he digs deep within his body for it.

Slowly but surely, he begins to feel it surging throughout his body like a workbench waiting to be used. He redirects it to the left of his body as he calls upon the image that he has prepared and places it on that workbench. As naturally as the flows, every molecule in his body begins to work; shifting, stretching his structure and reforming it to his desired shape.

What came out from all of that effort is a spider-like appendage the length of about 15cm. Although it's similar to a spider's leg, it has nowhere near the detail and texture of the real thing. It's simply a slimy knock-off that looks similar to one, but for Satoru that is good enough.

He continues and creates 3 more of these appendages, and as a result, they make him look like a half ass spider.