In the Corrupted Miasma Mountains, a gel clone launched itself from the mountaintop. The gel expanded midair, scales flipping out one after another, and the entire gel body transformed into a giant dragon as it soared up from the peak.

In the Swamp Dungeon, a gel clone flew up on its Flying Sword, traversing the mine tunnel and bursting out of the volcanic crater. Below, in the sulfur mine, hundreds of magical creature laborers lifted their heads simultaneously.

In the Valley Dungeon, a gel clone strained hard, forcing the forest to grow as Treants rose from the ground.

At the Dark Realm ruins, a gel clone stood atop the watchtower, gazing down at the Troll territory below. It leaped from the high point, facing the wind.

At the borderlands of the southern kingdoms...

In an unknown forest...

【Primordial Chaos Qi Absorption True Explanation】

【Fear Aura】

All sixteen slime clones unleashed their Fear Aura in unison.

Lv.8 Fear Aura, empowered by Dao arts, covered the forests, dungeons, and mountains...

Fear.

Pure fear cascaded down from the sky like a basin of ice water, drenching every magical creature.

The flock of wyverns in the Corrupted Miasma Mountains howled in agony and crashed to the ground. The magical creature laborers in the sulfur mine pressed their foreheads to the earth, trembling in terror. The direwolves in the forest tucked their tails and buried their noses between their paws. In the Troll territory, the Troll chieftain led the charge in kneeling...

【Mana Will】

Their fear converged into an invisible stream, passing through the air, through the soil, through the stone walls, gathering at the slime clones. Then, through the faintly connected Gel Network, it was transmitted to the distant Royal Capital of the White Horse Kingdom.

...

Thud.

Marzan charged from the end of the street, his footsteps shattering the stone pavement and leaving deep craters in the ground with every stride.

He slammed into Chen Yu.

Bone blades crossed, chopping into the gel, sending ripples spreading outward from the cuts.

Chen Yu’s gel quivered for a moment, his forward progress halted.

Visago stepped out from the dimensional rift again, his dagger stabbing into the gel as corpse poison seeped in through the blade’s tip.

A layer of gray-green spread across the dark purple gel surface.

Visago swiftly withdrew the blade and retreated.

Chen Yu didn’t look good.

Gray-green traces covered most of his body; Visago’s corpse poison was still chipping away at his health. Every collision from Marzan left spiderweb-like cracks across his gel surface.

Then, Casaric raised his staff. The light within the gem at its head shifted from deep purple to black.

【Crown of Madness】

A pale white beam shot from the staff’s tip, crossing the battlefield, and landed beneath the dark purple gel surface.

A spell that strips away reason?

The thought had barely crossed Chen Yu’s mind when his eyes turned red. His sanity was being torn from his head by that Crown of Madness.

He could feel his thoughts slowing, growing chaotic, becoming foreign to him. It was as if he were being dismantled, turned inside out—like someone had thrust a hand into his brain and stirred his consciousness into a mushy mess.

Dense bubbles erupted from his gel surface as if it were boiling. The faint green light in his small eyes flickered, dimming and brightening erratically.

The Forest Sage on the Floating Fortress immediately raised her staff to provide support.

【Calm Mind】

【Remove Curse】

【Restoration】

The madness subsided, and Chen Yu felt a tidal wave of mana surge from the depths of his will.

This included his absorption of the Crown of Madness and the negative emotions flowing in from beyond the Royal Capital.

Finally, it was his turn.

Thud!

Chen Yu’s body contracted like a giant heart, followed by expansion—larger than before, heavier than before.

A dark purple ripple surged across the green gel as it expanded. Before the ripple faded, another sound rang out.

Thud!

The second thud. His volume swelled again.

The third thud. The ground began to tremble. Buildings on either side of the street, still standing, groaned; cracks climbed from the corners of walls up to the window frames.

All the negative emotions converged, absorbed by Mana Will, compressed, crushed, and transformed into the purest mana.

Fear was power. Pain was power. Madness was power, too.

As long as it was a negative emotion, as long as his will could sense it, it could be squeezed into mana, woven into muscle, injected into every corner of the gel, and become the nourishment for his expansion.

Casaric’s eyes narrowed, his caution growing.

He could feel this slime’s mana still rising, climbing from Gold-Rank and now vaguely exceeding its bounds.

And he had noticed: as long as this slime took damage, it grew bigger.

The more severe the injury, the more mana, the larger its body.

He dared not act recklessly anymore.

At least, not until he figured out what spell this was.

Chen Yu’s massive dark purple gel body rose from the ruins, towering above the remaining city walls, above all the still-burning buildings around him.

【Slime Ejection】

The gel pressed an elliptical crater into the ground, the rubble at its edges sent flying by the shockwave. His colossal body launched from the pit, tumbled half a turn midair, and crashed toward Casaric at the street corner.

Casaric took a step back.

Chen Yu passed through the light barrier and slammed into the Bell Tower.

The Bell Tower snapped in the middle. The cast-iron bell fell from the top, crashing into the road with a thunderous boom.

Dust burst from the fracture, swallowing half the street.

Marzan charged out of the dust, his bone blades striking down again.

Chen Yu’s body turned within the dust. His massive size didn’t slow him down; Magic Muscle made every movement incredibly fast. He simply rammed into him.

No technique needed—just pure brute force. A mountain-sized body pressed forward, sending Marzan crashing into the warehouse at the end of the street.

Every ejection shook the earth.

The street was crushed, building rubble collapsed, and even the ground trembled.

Visago seized this opportunity to cut in from the side. He tore open a rift midair, reached an arm from Chen Yu’s blind spot, and plunged his dagger deep into the gel.

The pain from the spreading corpse poison was absorbed by Mana Will, unleashing a torrent of mana that condensed into gel muscle. Chen Yu’s body grew even larger.

"What?!"

Visago’s pupils contracted. He quickly ducked into the dimensional rift to evade.

"Truly helpful heart demons."

Chen Yu remarked, bouncing as he turned toward Casaric. The gel contracted inward, its shape beginning to change.

【Dragon Bloodline】

【Gel Mimicry】

Dragon horns sprouted from the sides of his head. Pitch-black dragon scales emerged. Dorsal spines arched out along his spine. A tail lashed out behind him, sweeping through building debris, sending rubble and broken walls flying like toys.

Dragon form.

This time, the mimicked dragon body was far more massive—dozens of times larger than his previous dragon form. It almost filled the entire Kingdom Avenue. When the dragon wings spread, they scraped against the roofs of buildings on both sides, smashing wooden attics and sending wood chips flying.

Marzan charged up like a flea.

His twin blades struck sparks against the dragon scales but failed to break through.

Chen Yu flicked his finger, sending the annoying flea flying.

Visago refused to give up. He stepped out of the dimensional rift again, seized the moment, and stabbed his dagger into the gap between two scales, injecting corpse poison.

The pain triggered Mana Will once more, converting into mana.

The dragon body swelled again with a "thud," sending Visago flying. He crashed into the broken wall of a building.

【Fear Aura】

The aura spread outward, centered on Chen Yu. He roared at the sky.

The air was pressed down by fear. The rubble on the street trembled. Hellhounds hiding in the ruins tucked their tails between their legs. Imps rolled out from under the eaves, hugging their heads with their wings, curling into balls.

Marzan had just jumped back when his bone blades froze mid-strike. His soul fire flickered violently. Fear and Dragon’s Aura poured into his bone crevices from all directions, flooding into his soul fire.

With a sharp crack, half his skeleton broke apart mid-tremble, crashing to the ground.

Fear was absorbed by Mana Will.

The fear squeezed from Marzan, from Visago, from every demon heart in the entire city—all of it turned into mana, surging into the depths of the dragon body, pressed into muscle.

The dragon body continued to expand. The dragon wings grew wider. The dragon claws grew larger. The dragon tail collapsed a watchtower as it whipped around.

Visago stared at the rippling distortion barely visible in the air, his eyes filled with terror. The fingers gripping his dagger trembled slightly.

He began to feel despair.

This slime before him couldn’t be killed. It drew power from every wound, growing stronger.

This couldn’t be a slime.

What kind of cosmic monster was it?!

The allied forces had apparently realized this too. Damage only made Chen Yu stronger; the harm itself became his nourishment.

Samuel turned to the mage corps behind him and shouted, "Quick! All spells—hit the one with its mouth open!"

The mage corps adjusted their targets.

Fireballs, Arcane Missiles, Ice Storms, Chain Lightning, Disintegration, Withering Rays... Every spell they could throw was aimed at Molher.

"Hehe..."

Molher excitedly opened his mouth as wide as it would go. The black hole sucked in all the spells, chewed, digested, regurgitated, and then spat them out.

A dark green beam, mixed with countless spell energies, shot from the black hole and slammed into Chen Yu’s dragon body.

The dragon body swelled again.

This time, the swelling was faster than before. Dragon scales were forced apart, dark purple gel oozing from the gaps between them. When the dragon wings spread, they blotted out the sun, casting the entire Kingdom Avenue in shadow.

Massive mana flowed through the gel. Mana Tides surged from the dragon body’s surface, crashing against the surrounding buildings, cracking bricks and stones.

Suddenly, the weather changed.

The northern winter should not have thunderstorms, but now, dark clouds gathered above the Royal Capital. The clouds churned under the tearing of Mana Tides, forming a massive vortex.

At the center of the vortex, lightning flashed and thunder roared.

Snow and ice were stirred by the vortex of the Mana Tide, turning into a swirling mix of ice and water, falling in a drizzle over the Royal City, pattering against the dragon scales.

Lumps of jelly-like gel condensed within the Mana Tide, falling from the clouds, smashing onto rooftops, splashing into puddles, and landing on the heads of Slime Knights.

"Ouch."

A Slime Knight crouched, clutching his head, then looked up at the slimes continuously falling from the sky.

Right then, a fist-sized little slime landed in front of Big Brother Slime, bounced twice, then stood up and made a "splat" sound at him.

"A newbie?"

The little slime nodded.

"Stay put and don’t wander." Big Brother Slime tilted his short sword, pointing to the side. "Line up."

The little slime made another "splat" sound, as if nodding.

Amid the thunder and lightning, Chen Yu extended a claw and grabbed Marzan. The black scales gleamed with an oily sheen in the electric light.

The claw closed. The friction between bone armor and dragon scales let out a piercing screech.

The dragon claw squeezed.

Every bone in Marzan’s body shattered, then was annihilated by the mana leaking from the scales. The flea was dead beyond dead.

The pitch-black gel dragon stood amidst the ruins, bathed in lightning and the chaotic tides.

Now, he looked more like a boss than the boss himself—more sinister than evil itself.

Every demon in the city watched him.

Fear surged from every corner of the city, captured by Mana Will, transformed, compressed into mana. His body kept expanding. The shadow of his wings grew larger. His tail stretched from one end of Kingdom Avenue to the other.

But because it was too grand, maintaining the mimicry became difficult. The dragon scales began to melt, half his body reverting to its gel state.

Yet what was terrifying was that his originally deep purple gel had turned completely pitch black.

The black of the Abyss was still chaotic; the black of night still had starlight. But this black was pure depth. Even the light of lightning striking it was completely absorbed, reflecting no rays at all.

All the allied soldiers gazed upon this magnificent existence. After an unknown time, an orc soldier finally stammered, "The Demon King... It’s the Demon King."

The Demon King?

The Demon King is also a king!

The slime soldiers waved their short swords, cheering and bouncing.

"Big is good! Big is strong!"

"The King is powerful!"

"The King is mighty!"

Molher stood frozen in place.

He was still devouring the mana surging around him, but no matter how much he ate, he couldn’t finish it. Mana poured into the black hole, filling his stomach, filling the dimensional cavities used to store spells. Before he could digest, even more mana surged in.

The dimensional cavities were stretched, and stretched further. Mana leaked from his mouth, seeped out from the black mist of his lower body.

He wanted to take another bite, and then he exploded.

The black hole was torn apart from the inside. Mana erupted from his mouth, and his entire being exploded into a twisted mass of energy.

Only Visago escaped, stepping into a dimensional rift just before the blast reached him.

Casaric stood within the Dome of Life. His gaze was fixed firmly on that pitch-black Demon King.

Things had indeed slipped beyond his control.

He wasn’t sure what was happening now, but he knew it couldn’t continue like this.

Casaric raised his staff.

【Disease Ray】

A gray-green ray shot from the staff’s tip, striking the pitch-black gel.

The moment the ray touched the gel, it began to wither—as if its life force was being drained, flaking off like weathered stone.

But the withering lasted only seconds.

New pitch-black gel surged from the edges of the wound. Chen Yu’s gel body swelled again, engulfing the houses along the street.

Casaric’s pupils contracted.

"Impossible—"

【Mana Burst】

Pitch-black energy blasted from the top of the staff, striking the gel surface. A large hole was blown in the gel, its edges charred black, smoking.

【Withering Spell】

【Infernal Sphere】

【Feeblemind】

Spell after spell was hurled out, each one hitting with precision. And every trace was smoothed over within seconds by the newly erupted gel, which then surged with even greater mana, causing the entire gel body to expand and expand again.

This was greedier than Azazel’s bloodline, more ravenous than the Abyss—as if it wanted to devour all the mana on the battlefield, to suck in all the fear of everyone.

His spells not only failed to take effect, but they also pushed Chen Yu closer and closer to Legendary.

But only close to it.

Chen Yu knew that talents had limits. Without a sufficient level, he couldn’t expand indefinitely.

He could feel the weaving speed of Magic Muscle slowing down. He could feel the conversion efficiency of Mana Siphon decreasing.

Close to Legendary was probably his limit.

【Pea Shot】

The most violent attacks often only needed the simplest methods.

The gel orb was the size of a castle thrown into the air. To put it in perspective, it was even larger than his previous Demon King form.

It came crashing down.

It passed through the light barrier, passed through Casaric, and smashed into the ground.

The stone slabs exploded. The ground layer sank. Dirt and rubble splattered in all directions, creating a deep crater dozens of feet wide.

Casaric stood unscathed at the bottom of the crater. He was about to say something.

【Mana Explosion】

The gel orb at the bottom of the crater lit up. All the mana was detonated in the same instant.

"Boom—"

Smoke and dust rose from the bottom of the crater, gathering into a mushroom-shaped cloud. The shockwave spread from the impact point in all directions, sweeping across the Northern District.

The explosion’s impact traveled along the streets, reaching the allied forces’ position.

The allied flags crackled in the shockwave. Some mages were nearly blown away, their bodies leaning back, heels lifting off the ground.

Nearby light infantrymen quickly reached out, grabbing the mages’ arms, veins bulging on their arms as they pulled them back.

The Forest Sage on the Floating Fortress silently watched the explosion. Someone had taken off their hood, holding an amulet in their hand.

Under all the tense gazes, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, revealing Casaric’s figure.

He was still standing there, and the light barrier above his head didn’t even have a crack.

Casaric gave a gnawing laugh.

"King of Slimes, don’t you understand yet? Legendary is an insurmountable wall for you."

"Not necessarily."

Chen Yu’s soft, glutinous response echoed through the city. At the same time, his will crossed the ruins, passed the abyssal worms trembling in the alleys, and touched two familiar auras.

In the dark areas of the city, beneath the collapsed Bell Tower ruins.

Azazel and Balthazar were crouched among the rubble, shivering.

These two Greater Demons, crawling out of the Bottomless Hell, huddled in the corner, praying that neither Casaric nor that slime would notice them.

But that will still landed on them.

Azazel’s body froze. He exchanged a glance with Balthazar, and they both unleashed Fear Aura simultaneously.

At the same time, the three hundred fear demons spread across the city received the same order.

All three hundred fear demons released their Fear Aura at once.

Fear rippled out from three hundred sources simultaneously, enveloping the entire Royal Capital in a web of fear.

Fear, fear, fear... All the fear was crushed by Mana Will, dismantled, and reduced to the purest mana.

He could no longer maintain the mimicry at all.

No bones, no scales, no limbs—just a constantly expanding oval of gel.

The roadbed sank. The houses on either side were pushed over by the expanding gel. Wooden beams snapped. Stone walls collapsed. Tiles slid off, bounced off the gel surface, and then floated in the mana field around the gel body, as if they had lost all weight.

It kept expanding.

A little more. Still a little more.

It was always just a little short of true Legendary.

Even after reaching its maximum size, the mana began to dissipate, and its body shrank slightly.

But Chen Yu had long realized that Mana Will had its limits.

Mana Will could absorb negative emotions and convert them into mana, but this conversion had an upper limit.

That limit was the maximum allowed by this plane.

Gold was Gold. Legendary was Legendary. Levels were a threshold that couldn’t be crossed by stacking mana alone.

But this was the limit of Zeyarila, not the limit of Xu Xuan Heaven.

Primordial Beginning Sword Guidance.

The Foundation Establishment chapter of the Primordial Chaos Primordial Sword Dao. When cultivated to perfection, one could comprehend a hint of sword rhythm from the sword energy and transform their body into a sword to slay enemies.

His Lv.5 Primordial Beginning Sword Guidance had naturally touched upon the sword rhythm.

But the sword rhythm wasn’t the key.

The Primordial Chaos Primordial Sword Dao and the Demon King’s power weren’t the same system. Combining them couldn’t possibly create power beyond Gold-Rank.

The real point was transforming the body into a sword.

Once the Primordial Beginning Sword Guidance was cultivated to a certain level, it allowed a cultivator’s body to turn into sword light.

But all cultivators in Xu Xuan Heaven had overlooked one point: the power of transforming the body into a sword depended not only on insight but also on the body’s mass.

When the body turns into a sword, the speed of the Flying Sword is the speed of the body, and the sharpness of the sword is the weight of the body.

The larger the body, the more massive the sword light, the greater the power.

This was very respectful of the laws of physics, very reasonable.

But only human cultivators had ever cultivated the Primordial Chaos Primordial Sword Dao. Human cultivators were seven feet tall and weighed a hundred or so catties.

After transforming the body into a sword, it was just a seven-foot-long sword light. The most talented cultivators only made the sword light a little brighter, a little faster—naturally, they wouldn’t think of such a heretical method.

But what was Chen Yu? He was still a slime.

His current gel body occupied nearly half of the Northern District.

With such a massive body transforming into a sword, how powerful would it be?

He couldn’t imagine, but he could ask Casaric to try.

【Body Into Sword】

His gaze fell on Casaric, meeting his eyes. The colossal gel body began to brighten bit by bit, until it turned into light and rose into the air.

This light was silver, pure and free of any impurities, like sunlight reflected off a blade.

Both mana and gel had completely transformed into a sharp sword light. The ringing of a sword rose from the Northern District, growing louder, sharper.

The wind and snow were split in two in the sky. The dark clouds were pierced by the sharpness of the sword light. Sunlight leaked through the gap, shining onto the sword’s body.

The light reflected by the sword dyed the entire Royal Capital silver.

What is this?!

Casaric’s eyes widened. This legendary sorcerer’s body was trembling uncontrollably in that moment.

No legendary power, yet as terrifying as a Legendary.

He finally realized something was wrong and intended to escape.

But then, Chen Yu’s soft, solemn voice rang out from within the sword light.

"Today, I transform my slime body into a sword."

"To annihilate the demon."

"Slash!"