Slime Leveling [Litrpg, Timeloop]-Chapter 215—When the Sky Was Rewritten

Elena, holding on to the mace, asked with her lips curved up, "Are you satisfied with my power?"

"Hmm," Maldrak hummed, taking his mace back. "To make a deal with me, you'll have to have a certain extent of power."

He clenched his mace tightly as his demonic force calmed down, "And only the powerful are worthy of threatening me."

Elena exhaled, patting her chest. "I felt I would have to go all out and fight you." Her golden aura returned to her body. "I'm glad."

She mused. 'For a moment I expected I had lost a good pawn.'

Maldrak narrowed his eyes. "You said your God peeked into the trial. So how did a mere slime get acknowledged?"

Elena patted her lower lip with her left index finger. "Do you know about Demon King Remora?"

"Remora?" Maldrak raised his brows, asking back.

Elena rubbed her forehead. "I forgot—Your memories, and everyone else's memories were wiped out by that artifact."

"My memories were wiped out!" Maldrak yelled. "You are lying, aren't you?"

He picked up his mace, clenching it tightly.

Elena spread her arms. "It's up to you whether you believe or not. And this is a very important aspect of how that slime got recognized."

"Is it related to my memories?" Maldrak questioned, tapping his mace on the ground.

"Yes, long, long ago, there was a Demon King. A Slime Demon King," Elena grinned, glaring at Maldrak, whose veins popped out on his forehead.

"Slime? A Demon King? Are you taking me for a fool? How can a mere puny slime become a Demon King?" He spat, flaring with demonic force.

Elena folded her arms. "Then why do you think this slime was acknowledged?"

"I see," Maldrak nodded. "A puny slime acknowledged another puny slime."

"Indeed," Elena nodded with a sly smile. "That slime was lucky enough to become the Demon King. Now he helped out another slime."

Maldrak raised his brows. "So how strong was that slime? The Demon King slime you mentioned."

"Oh, Remora," Elena muttered.

She replied with a glint of cunningness in her eyes. "That slime wasn't so powerful. The weakest Demon King to ever live."

"Despite being a Tier 5 king…" she sighed. "He almost lost his life to a mere Tier 4."

The wind suddenly stopped, even the birds fell silent, and the surroundings turned silent as if recognizing Elena's lie.

Even the black sun glowed a little more brightly.

Maldrak bellowed with crimson eyes, "As expected of a slime. And which idiot was the one who recognized that Remora punk in the first place?"

"I don't know," Elena shook her head. "Let's focus on the present for now. He's dead anyway."

"Good," Maldrak grinned. "Such pathetic weaklings must stay dead."

"How do I use this?" Maldrak asked, pulling out the black liquid flask.

"It's quite simple," Elena explained.

After a few moments—

"I'll be waiting for your good news." She grinned.

Maldrak nodded with a broad smile.

"I'll slay that fool of a slime," He declared with confidence.

Elena cast, "Teleportation!" A large silver-white magic rune flashed beneath her, and she vanished.

Maldrak turned around and yelled, "Balik! Malik!"

Two ogres flashed in front of him and knelt.

They were both ogres like Maldrak, except they were different colors, though their fangs burned with blue flames.

Malik, the blue ogre with a five-meter-tall, muscular build, clad in light blue armour, asked, "Your command, my lord?"

Maldrak ordered, glancing at the sky as the sun was close to setting, "Tomorrow we'll set off to the ancient demon capital city."

The gray ogre Balik, with a five-meter-tall, muscular build, questioned, raising his head, "But some are injured from the previous hunt."

"Injured?" Maldrak scoffed. "Then they are weak. Discard them or exile them. We'll set off tomorrow at any cost."

He turned his eyes to Malik and bellowed, "Send a few members and tell them to find out who held sealed artifact-03-475 from the past to now. I want every user's name."

"Yes, my lord," Malik nodded, and flashed away.

Balik inquired doubtfully, "Lord, why?... That artifact is held by humans. And they won't hand it over—and we lack the power to take it."

"I feel our memories were tampered with," Maldrak scowled. "And humans must be behind it."

He recalled Elena's playfulness when she mentioned his memories.

He scowled, "Which fool was it… How dare they wipe out my memories, and how did they do it?"

Balik's eyes widened. "Memories tampered?"

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Averon and the gang slept peacefully on the grassy floor, snoring loudly.

Averon opened his eyes as the purple sky entered his vision.

He checked on everyone by bouncing over.

'Good… But I don't think days like this will last,' he mused, recalling the flood of energy released by the King's Mark.

He climbed onto the trunk of a tall tree and sat watching the blood moons with narrowed eyes.

"What's wrong? Can't sleep?" A voice sounded as the trunk shook for a moment, since Lily stepped onto it.

She sat down and glanced at the sky.

"Did you ever see a bright white moon?" Lily asked, her eyes flashed a cold light as she gazed at the crimson moons.

"Yes, I did," Averon nodded. "The moon, glowing with a soft, cool white light. Its beauty is unparalleled."

"One of the wonders," Lily sighed.

"Now it's no longer available." She clenched her fists.

Averon questioned, "How did this moon take over?"

He frowned. "I remember clearly that eye mentioned a barrier… It's intact, right?"

"Yes, it's indeed intact and well… not broken," Lily replied, her voice low.

"Then—" Averon was cut off as Lily scowled. "The war we fought… we lost."

The words lingered in the night air.

For a moment, Averon thought he had heard wrong.

'Lost?... The entire world… kings and all… lost? The main timeline?'

He raised his eyes slowly to the crimson moons hanging in the sky.

The answer was right there.

"Already lost," Averon exclaimed.

"Yes, we lost," Lily nodded.

"Sealed artifacts—what about them?" Young Slime asked. "Didn't they say it was our trump card?"

"We lost but weren't massacred due to them," Lily raised her brows. "Sealed artifacts are double-edged—they cause more harm than good."

She continued with a hoarse voice, "Due to the clones of our gods appearing and under the threat of a sealed artifact beserk, they retreated—but under conditions."

"Sun and moon?" Averon uttered, frowning.

Lily stared at the sky, "The moon… the sun… they were not like this."

Her voice lowered, "There used to be only one moon. White. Pure."

"The nights were calm… and the sun burned gold." She clenched her fists, "Showering everyone with warmth."

"After the unholy war, the sky itself was rewritten. The eldritch replaced them," She scowled.

Averon frowned.

"Not just sun and moon. There must be more. I don't know much as gods made the deal," Lily added, as her energy flared for a moment.

Averon fell silent, his hands trembled, 'More… Just how much of this world has been taken over?'

He took a deep breath. "At least the barrier is intact."

"And that kept people alive," Lily muttered bitterly. "The final defence."

A silent breeze spread, and leaves fell from trees.

"Soon we will face them once more," Averon said, turning his eyes to her.

He continued, "Would you lend your power to face them?"

Lily nodded with a smile. "Sure."

But her eyes gave off a bitter light.

The surroundings turned silent.

She thought with dim eyes, 'I'm just one moment away from losing control. The moment I snap or unleash the unholy power within me, I can only be killed—or I kill everyone.'

However, she knew she couldn't make the second one true. So, she would pick death.

Any day—any moment—could be her last. The moment Remora's seal breaks, she had decided to end herself.

Sometimes she wondered if it would be easier to end it herself.

To end the danger.

But every time she looked at the young slime beside her, that thought disappeared.

'He needs my help more than my doubts about losing control,' she thought. 'For now… I'll lend a hand.'

Lily patted Averon with a light smile. "Sleep. It's not good to stay up all night worried."

"Okay," Averon fell asleep in her arms, knowing she would protect him.

'She's a Demon King… She can't unleash her Eldritch power, but her Demon King power is enough,' he mused.

In his entire looping life, for the first time, he felt safe and relaxed enough to sleep peacefully.

Dawn came as the black sun rose, and black rays illuminated the world.

"Let's go," Averon, in humanoid form, said as the gang stepped out of Remora City.

Just after a few minutes, Averon raised his brows at the enormous trees in front of him, rising to the sky—the smallest one was a hundred meters high, standing close together with less than one meter of gap between each tree.

They were eerie and cold.

"Why are the trees black?" Bull#1 exclaimed, "Why are they surrounded by black mist?"

Averon frowned. 'They seem burned...'

And the mist between them moved slowly.