What happened next shattered his worldview completely.
The cheerful witches began experimenting on the spot, sitting cross-legged in a ring as they practiced their meditation techniques. Their rampant spiritual energy surged out of control, obliterating the Slimes one after another.
Unlike the Evil Eyes, these Slimes lacked any resistance to spiritual energy. They were the weakest of magical creatures—used once and discarded, just like those poor men.
"Oh my God! These are witches, right? This world is ruled by witches!"
Hiding among the trembling Slimes, Future Skywhale quaked in terror. His mind raced as he feared discovery.
He played dead—cleverly curling into a lump and blending in with the pile of Slimes that had been spiritually ravaged to death. It was a brutal, disgraceful fate he barely escaped.
If a witch did that to me, I'd never recover. My pride would be in shambles.
If I were still a man, maybe I'd be fine with it... but now I'm a Slime!
The witches resumed their lively conversation.
"Yes, the cultivation speed is promising," one of them said, eyes gleaming. "I can feel the bottleneck to becoming a Third-Level Witch starting to crack!"
"Even if they're disposable, these Slimes are so much better than those foul, slimy Evil Eyes."
"We've killed enough for now. Let's bring the rest back and see if we can breed them."
"This is a huge discovery! A species that can replace Evil Eyes!"
Their voices buzzed excitedly as they walked off, already dreaming of rewards from their mentor.
"Our mentor, the great Level Five Witch Adeline, will definitely praise us!"
Behind them, the ground was littered with Slime corpses—a massacre in miniature.
Only Future Skywhale, still pretending to be dead, remained untouched.
They wore witch robes... Could this be a witches' realm? he thought. No, these weren't just any witches. They were slutty, dark, evil, and completely shameless! To do that... to something that cute?!
Future Skywhale felt the crushing weight of defeat.
He had just arrived in this world, bringing his race along to carve out an empire. But before he could even take a breath, his people were massacred—and now he was a king without a kingdom.
He remembered a joke one of the players had made earlier:"He's clearly got his priorities straight. Look at that arm! That arm is ten times stronger than any in history! It could make any woman swoon!"Well, the witches sure swooned. Was this fate?
I swear... I will never speak of this dark history. Ever.Historical Record: Spear of WitchcraftBabylonian Year 301The most mysterious figure among history's legendary mages, the great Emperor Grantham—master of Alchemy and the Gate of Truth—was first seen in the Bolkara Great Forest. To this day, no one knows his true race… or why he harbored such burning hatred for the wicked witches."Pfft—Hahaha!"
Xu Zhi burst out laughing, holding his stomach in pain.
"First it was Evil Eye tentacle play, and now it's Slime tentacle play? Seriously?"
Not long after the wicked witches left, another group of women emerged from the dense forest. They, too, wore black witch robes—but there was something different about them.
"They've gone," one said gently. "How could they harm such adorable creatures? Oh... there's still one lucky survivor?"
Another group?!
They noticed him. They knew he was pretending!
I'm done for!
But to his surprise, these witches were different. They quietly scooped him up and took him back to their humble dwelling.
Clearly, they were far less privileged than the previous group. Squeezed together in a cramped room, they discussed what to do with him.
In the end, he was adopted—as their pet.
Living as a pet was humiliating. But during his time with them, Future Skywhale secretly listened and gradually picked up the native language.
After all, he wasn't Xu Zhi. He didn't have the Tyranis Hive Mind translating everything for him. He had to start from scratch—learning like a foreign exchange student.
And through their chatter, he discovered the truth: this world was powered by magic. Those women wielded all sorts of incredible spells. It was nothing short of miraculous.
Three years passed.
He painstakingly learned the language and gained insight into the world around him.
But life was tough."This game is too realistic. You have to eat, drink, sleep, and even study the local language like you're on Earth. And worst of all? Pain and sensation are cranked to 100%! If I die here, it'll hurt just like in real life. If I get tortured or skinned alive... it'll be the same."That knowledge made him cautious. He moved carefully and listened intently.
This was a world ruled by evil witches, where men were treated as little more than livestock. The witches who had taken him in belonged to a small, impoverished coven of seven girls who called themselves "Elizabeth's Coven."
They were "orthodox" witches—a secret group who supported one another and dreamed of overthrowing the corrupt and tyrannical Rose Sect.
To Future Skywhale, their ambitions were naïve, childish fantasies. Their leader, Elizabeth, was only a Level Two Witch. The rest weren't even worth mentioning.
One day, the coven gathered again in their tiny hideout.
Melly, a bubbly blonde with bright blue eyes, piped up:
"Elizabeth, have you heard? In the Rose Kingdom, Slimes were officially approved as the second creature—after the Evil Eye—that witches can use to cultivate magic!"
Elizabeth, a tall, slim girl with sharp black eyes and long dark hair, looked excited.
"They're popular because they're cute! And while they're weak, they reproduce fast and roam the wild in droves. You don't have to worry about them going extinct like men. You can buy one for just ten Rose Coins!"
"That's so cheap! My spell components cost more than that. My wand alone cost three hundred Rose Coins—that's thirty Slimes!"
"Since Slimes showed up, demand for men has dropped. I heard Lady Lilith say that Slimes saved Babylon."
"They're the saviors of our kingdom! Born to help witches with their cultivation!"
The girls burst into gleeful laughter.
Oh, my kin…
We came to conquer this world and build a dynasty… and this is how it ends?!
Future Skywhale—normally a calm and calculating middle-aged uncle—was on the brink of collapse.
Haven't I suffered enough?
As an exalted otherworld traveler, my people have been enslaved, tortured, and now—now you're thanking us?!
You're calling us saviors?! For sparing your men?!
I wanted to be the Messiah... but not like this!
Enough was enough.
It was time to speak.
"I can help you," Future Skywhale declared, rising from the floor. "I can lead you in the fight against the evil witches! Together, we'll save both your coven and my Slime kin!"
The room fell silent.
All the girls turned to stare.
"…This Slime can talk?!"