Lee Gun was surprised.
The slime jiggled in annoyance and suddenly grew in size. Then, it opened its mouth and swallowed the armor suit.
Kwah-jeek!
"...!"
The shocked Hugo couldn't believe what he was seeing. The reason for his reaction was simple. 'That thing has a mouth?'
The slime didn't care about Hugo being surprised. It held onto the armor. The armor suit mightily struggled inside the slime.
Kwah-jeek! Kwah-jeek!
Sharp teeth erupted from the armor suit. However, the slime was very elastic; it expanded like rubber to avoid damage.
Hugo nervously looked on. The slime was an all-purpose tool that acted as Lee Gun's familiar. If it suffered damage, Lee Gun's weapon-making process could get hindered.
"It's trying to break through!"
Unlike the nervous Hugo, Lee Gun just furrowed his brows. "This bastard..." He was angry at his slime for some reason.
Lee Gun approached his holy item, which was having a good time, and pulled at the slime's face as if he were pulling melted cheese. Then, he yelled at it, "Slime! Spit it out! It's dirty! Ptooey!"
As if it understood him, the slime decided to digest the armor.
"...!"
It even burped.
'I told it to spit that out.' Lee Gun had never seen this before, so he was also surprised.
His slime could remember the forms of anything it put in its mouth. It could change its shape through those memories. To take this further, the slime seemed to eat everything it liked.
Normally, Lee Gun didn't care what the slime ate, but the beings spawned by the unknown civilization were a different matter.
'The poison within those monsters can melt anything it touches.'
Their poison had similar properties to radiation poisoning. That poison could take the form of specialized light, liquid, and gas particles. It was a substance that didn't exist on earth, so this characteristic was troublesome.
Some monsters also self-destructed, and the radioactive waste-like poison took time to dissipate. This was why skills created by defensive Saints were sold at an expensive price.
The only ones that could block the poison were the defensive Saints, yet the slime was able to digest it? Lee Gun wondered how the slime did it, but his question was soon answered.
[The holy item was given its owner's skill!]
[Poison Resistance!]
[It will be given a basic effect!]
Lee Gun was surprised. 'Poison Resistance must be a version of my Hundred Poison Resistance. It makes sense. Previously, I was able to imbue my item with the 13th Sense skill.'
It seemed like he might be able to imbue basic poison resistance to any items he had created. When Lee Gun thought about all the items that the poison of the unknown civilization had corroded, he realized he had gained a great advantage.
"Hugo!"
Suddenly, a loud shout rang out. The sound was ear-splitting, and the disciples writhed in pain.
Hugo's ears smarted. He looked up to see the red face of the Leo Saint.
"Where the hell did you steal those!" The Leo Saint clung to the beast's shoulder and glared at Hugo.
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The Return of the Disaster-Class Hero
Hành độngThe dead cannot speak. It means the living can create any story they want. Inheritance, honor and wealth can be taken away by lies. However, what happens when a person, who was presumed to be dead, returns alive? DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT MY STORY!! T...