Chapter 416: A Slime Bath

After the slaughter ended and the dwarves finally dared to move again, I left the ruined battlefield behind. I could feel their eyes clinging to my back, still heavy with that mixture of awe and fear, but I ignored it. Their opinions didn’t matter to me right now.What did matter was getting this mess off me.

My clothes were stiff with drying blood, crusted in dark patches, and even though the cold kept the smell from growing worse, I hated how it clung to my skin, soaking into every fiber.

I headed toward one of the nearby dwarf camps—a rough gathering of tents and hastily built shelters tucked near the fortress walls. Inside one of the empty tents, I found a basin of water and a few cloths. Primitive, but it would do.

I tugged off my coat, the fabric peeling away with a sticky, unpleasant sound, and tossed it aside. I had just begun unfastening my blood-soaked shirt when I sensed someone behind me.

Solution.

I didn’t need to turn around to know. Her presence was... unmistakable.

"You look like a mess, my lord," she said, her voice silky with amusement. She approached without hesitation, her heels clicking once before she knelt smoothly beside me.

"You followed me," I said without surprise.

"Of course, my lord," she replied, a hint of a smile in her tone. "But more importantly..." She placed her gloved hand lightly against my shoulder, tracing the line of dried blood with a delicate touch. "Would you like me to clean you?"

I arched a brow at her, glancing over my shoulder. "You?"

She chuckled softly—a sound like warm honey dripping down glass.

"I am a slime, after all," she murmured, removing one of her gloves and letting it fall to the ground. Her bare hand shimmered faintly, the skin becoming translucent for a moment, as if she were already half-melted.

"I can wipe you clean far better than water could. Every inch of you," she said, leaning close enough that her breath brushed my ear.

The atmosphere in the tent grew heavy, intimate.

I gave a short, amused hum and turned back toward the basin, deliberately slow. "Fine," I said, voice low. "Do it."

The moment the words left my mouth, Solution’s hand shifted. Where her fingers touched my skin, they softened into a cool, almost liquid form, sliding across my back in a thin, wet layer. Her body—no, her essence—began to spread over me, tender and meticulous.

It started at my shoulders, the slime coating every cut, every bloodstain. It was cool at first, almost startling, but as she moved, it warmed to match my body heat.

The sensation was... strange. It wasn’t like water, not exactly. Her slime was thicker, more deliberate, like a caress that had no end—smooth, gliding, searching. It clung to my muscles, massaging and cleaning at once, pulling the blood from my skin without the need for any cloth or soap.

"You were magnificent out there," Solution whispered as she worked. "The way you moved... the way they died."

I could feel her admiration seeping into every movement, every glide of her body across mine.

Her slime form moved down my back, wrapping carefully around my waist, slipping under the remnants of my shirt, which she easily dissolved without so much as a tug. It vanished into nothing as her body took its place, coiling around my chest, pressing lightly, intimately.

The solution didn’t stop there. Her slime slid across my arms, over my shoulders, and across my neck, tender yet firm, tracing the contours of my body like a lover memorizing every inch.

"You’re perfect," she whispered, her voice reverent. "Flawless."

A lesser man might have shivered. I remained still, though the edges of my mouth twitched upward.

"You’re enjoying this more than necessary," I said.

"Perhaps," Solution said lightly, her voice vibrating faintly through the layer of slime that now completely coated my back and chest. "But isn’t it natural to treasure something so... rare?"

Her form shifted again—playful now—coiling almost like an embrace, hugging me lightly before sliding down toward my hips.

If she pushed further, it would cross a line. I could feel her hesitation, the question hanging in the air like a sharp string of tension.

I turned my head slightly to catch her shimmering golden eyes.

"Enough," I said.

Solution paused—then smiled, graceful and unbothered. She obeyed immediately, retracting her slime with a slow, deliberate slide that sent one last strange, heated sensation across my skin.

In seconds, she reformed back into her humanoid shape beside me, kneeling politely.

I was clean. Not a drop of blood remained.

She picked up my discarded coat with two fingers, frowning slightly at the tattered, stiff fabric.

After that I put on different clothes from my inventory.

"Tell Blue Rose to get ready to go to the formal capital of the dwarfs. We will move after a 2-hour break." I said to Solution.

Because the Quagoa had already attacked, if we waited any longer, they would send another batch.

I have no problem with fighting, but fighting this low-level Quagoa will give me nothing. Even my breathing technique got no improvement.

I need someone strong, or maybe I need to get weak, like Death suggested.

And this world does not even give me enough Karma Points, since there is no heroine or main character, unlike other worlds I visited.

"Maybe I should just visit another world." I said out loud.

From this war with Quagoa, I got enough karma points to travel to another world, but after that, my karma reserve will reach zero.

"This world would be a complete loss if not for the Rune Craft." I said.

If I have sex with Renner, I will get a karma point. Mmh, maybe after I complete this quest, I will go to Renner and then to the next world. Evil Eye and others have to wait a little.

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