You Are a Slime in a Generic JRPG

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The sky is filled with balloons and confetti as Town_1 celebrates the coming-of-age ceremony for their hero. His name is unknown, since the game hasn't prompted for it yet.

An old man stands on a platform in the center of the town, singing praises to the hero and going on about fate and destiny and other grand heroic garbage.

After a lot of bland exposition about this world and monsters and whatnot, the hero finally sets off on his adventure.

Shortly after taking his first steps out of Town_1, he meets you, a green slime--the weakest enemy in the game. No one else is around, so you'll have to deal with this yourself.

You can't possibly win this battle alone. You'll need a squad of monsters to deal with this.

You cry for help...using uh...how DO you communicate?

Crying for help was not possible. Your attempt was registered and counted as your turn.

The hero takes a swing with his cheap off-brand sword.

The sword was so terribly built, it snapped mid-swing, and now you have a blade stuck on you. Strangely, it doesn't hurt. That could probably be attributed to the fact that you don't have nerves. You physically can't feel anything.

With your newfound weapon, you lunge towards the hero, piercing through his neck. Your strike was fueled with strong, bitter hatred and rage; more so than you usually harbor. The hero has literally no fighting experience. You, on the other hand, do. You had to live through the harshest weather conditions, defend yourself against other monsters, and bear your place in the bottom of the ranks your whole life.

There was no way the hero was winning this.

You retract the blade and watch his lifeless body ragdoll to the ground. Suddenly, his body glows and evaporates into glowing orbs. They gather to you and engulf you in warmth.

[Hero defeated! +100XP]

[Level Up! (1 -> 8)]

You didn't think he'd fall that easily, but regardless, you celebrate your triumph. You manipulate your exterior to form a ":D"

The only thing he left in his wake is his cheap equipment: A piece of tree bark--which is probably his excuse for a shield, and leather clothing.

Examining the broken hilt of his former weapon, you faintly read "Cursed sword. If found, please return to Ba'al."

Of course, you couldn't read that. You have no knowledge of human language. Luckily, you have me--The Narrator--to help you.

You decide to wait for the next adventurer to meet their demise by your hand. Well, your metaphoric hand. Hands are for those blessed by evolution.

You also decide to equip what you can from the fallen hero's gear. The tree bark probably won't do much but a shield is a shield.

[Tree bark shield equipped!]

[+1 Defense!]

You're not sure what to do about the clothing. Slimes don't need clothes. They have no concept of thermal equilibrium. However, you're more clever than your fellow slimes, so you manipulate your exterior to fit the clothing, keepin the hero's image in mind.

You strangely look more human now.

Some time passes, and a young woman is running towards you, yelling "Wait for me!"

You're not sure how to respond to this.

The young woman catches up to you--her hands planted on her knees as she takes a moment to catch her breath.