The Cannon Fodder Real Young Master is a Slime?! - Chapter 1

“Ugh… mm…”

The streetlights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows cast a faint, weak glow into the pitch-black living room, barely allowing one to make out the situation inside. In the center of the cluttered and messy room lay a young man, his fingers curled, emitting painful groans.

After a long time, the groaning gradually ceased. The young man’s eyelashes trembled, and he finally opened his eyes.

He raised his hand, covering his forehead as he slowly sat up. His half-opened eyes surveyed the surroundings in confusion, as if he could not distinguish where he was.

Suddenly, a loud crash exploded outside the window: “Boom!”

Thunder rolled and lightning flashed as torrential rain poured down. The lightning completely illuminated the entire living room the young man was surrounded by mottled bloodstains, and warm blood was welling up from his forehead. His face was pale, and his entire person was in a state of utter wretchedness.

The white light reflected in his eyes; his slightly vacant pupils caught the brightness, making them appear increasingly eerie. The young man’s eye color was a rare pine green, as translucent as colored glaze, carrying a faint chill.

It was like the pupils of a monster possessing primitive hunting instincts something appearing human yet not human.

Reflecting the deathly pale light of the lightning, those eyes blinked rapidly once, then again, until his vision finally came into focus.

It seemed his consciousness was gradually returning amidst the clamor of the heavy rain. After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, the young man fell silent for a moment, muttering inexplicable words: “This doesn’t seem to be the Abyss…”

Shouldn’t he be in the Abyss at this moment, enjoying a delicious buffet? How could he appear in this strange, square space?

His fingers twitched. The young man tried to control his limbs, but he was clearly very unskilled. He managed to straighten his body with great difficulty, but he was so unfamiliar with his legs that it was as if he didn’t know how to use them; with a kick of his legs, he fell back onto the floor.

Rubbing the place that hurt from the fall, he let out a “hiss,” finally realizing something was wrong. He abruptly lowered his head and looked at the hands he shouldn’t have.

The nail beds were rounded, the fingers slender, and the skin tone a lustrous white it was just somewhat inconsistent with the biological species the young man should correspond to.

His eyes suddenly widened, and the young man was horrified: “Is this me?!”

He tugged at his clothes and bit his finger, feeling somewhat panicked and anxious. “How did I get trapped in a human body? Where did such high-level magic come from that it could actually trap me?”

He was the noble Lord of the Abyss (in-waiting)!

Logically speaking, the young man shouldn’t be a human. His original identity was a Slime—a Slime possessing powerful magic. From childhood to adulthood, he had never left the Abyss, nor did he have any desire to walk out of it. Monsters basically gathered within the Abyss, and objectively speaking, there was no passage between the Abyss and the human world. Therefore, monsters’ understanding of humans was also very limited; they only knew what they looked like and that their entire bodies were full of treasures and were very delicious when cooked.

The Slime reviewed his family history and confirmed that no family member had ever mated with a human; there were no genes for turning into a human. How, then, did he become human?

He grumbled: “Is it because of that ball of light?”

Previously, the Slime had been happily patrolling his territory when he was suddenly enveloped by a ball of white light. When he opened his eyes again, he appeared in this space.

Thinking of it this way, it naturally had everything to do with that ball of white light. As for the reason the white light appeared, it was possible he was being hunted by monsters that hated him, or it was possible he had stepped on a magic circle laid down by a monster he didn’t recognize.

Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it; the Slime was accustomed to quickly becoming familiar with and adapting to his environment. He calmed down quickly, shook his arms forcefully, and closed his eyes to feel: the magic in his body was empty and hollow, but fortunately, it seemed he could still change back…

His consciousness acted upon reality. After another flash of lightning, the person in his original spot was no longer the grey-faced young man, but a round, glowing green Slime.

He blinked his bead-like eyes, bounced twice on the spot, and then spun around to inspect his body. Although his magic was gone, his physical agility had not changed, which put the Slime at ease.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he locked eyes with a black ball of fur that was intending to sneak through the living room.

The stiffened black ball of fur: “…”

Run!

It turned its back, wanting to roll away quickly, but obviously, relying solely on its own speed, it could not escape the battle-hardened Slime.

The Slime captured the black fur ball that wanted to flee with a speed difficult for the naked eye to catch. Then, a transparent tentacle squeezed out from his jelly-like body, lifting the black fur ball into mid-air and swinging it back and forth: “A Dust Demon? This inexplicable enclosed space… is it your territory?”

This Dust Demon did not belong to the low-level monsters; it could speak, though because of fear, its voice carried a tremor: “No, no, no, no, I also haven’t been in the human world for long. I don’t… don’t understand it well. Waaah, blegh—”

The black fur ball pleaded for mercy while continuing to be swung ruthlessly back and forth; in this turbulence, it was almost about to vomit. The Slime’s bead-like eyes blinked, appearing innocent, yet the words he spoke were extremely threatening: “Lying. Don’t think I don’t know your habits. There must be more powerful monsters nearby, right?”

Monsters like Dust Demons were quite weak in strength, but they were best at “clinging to powerful thighs”—they loved to follow behind powerful monsters, picking up meat crumbs to use as delicious meals.

The Dust Demon was on the verge of crying, screaming while vomiting: “Blegh! Cough, cough… Lord, please let me go, I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything!”

Only then did the Slime stop swinging the Dust Demon, but his tentacle did not release it: “Speak.”

The black fur ball recovered for a while before explaining tremblingly: “I don’t know why I came here either. It seems a magical fluctuation appeared between the human world and the Abyss, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I was here.”

The green jelly wobbled a couple of times, which counted as a nod. He accepted this explanation because he himself had been mysteriously transported to this enclosed space; it seemed it really was possible they had come to the human world.

The Dust Demon’s eyes, located who-knows-where, secretly glanced at the Slime, hesitating as it continued: “I… I was originally following behind a Bat-Dog wanting to pick up leftovers. Who knew they would actually run into this house? Later, they seemingly got into a fight with a group of humans and have now fought their way outside. Although I didn’t see clearly what those humans looked like, they have some tricks! I was afraid of being killed along with them by those humans, so I wanted to wait a while before heading over. Who knew…”

Who knew it would encounter a corpse that suddenly rose up, and this corpse even turned into a Slime, and the Slime even caught it!

What bad luck.

The culprit who prevented its escape felt no guilt at all; he even extended another tentacle to scratch the back of his jelly body, marveling at the situation: “Truly miraculous.”

Carrying the Dust Demon that was still pleading “Lord, let me go,” the Slime turned back into the form of the human youth and walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulling aside the curtains that covered half of it.

The rain was still falling, and the threads of rain blurred the scenery outside; everything was dissolved into the rainy night. The young man lowered his eyelids and looked downstairs: “Oh, there really is one.”

His excellent vision captured a Bat-Dog quickly flitting across the road and disappearing into the depths of the curtain of rain.

The Dust Demon gave up pleading for release and asked cautiously: “Lord, how did you manage to transform into a human?”

Do Slimes have this skill?

“I don’t know,” the young man replied coldly. Immediately after, a burst of throbbing pain came from his forehead, tormenting him so much that he retreated a few steps, pressed his hand to his forehead, and let out a muffled groan.

The sudden headache caused his fingers to loosen slightly. The Dust Demon was overjoyed: A good opportunity to escape!

It struggled, about to jump down and rush toward freedom, but before it could succeed in its freefall, it was pinched again by the young man and suspended in mid-air.

The young man’s bloodless face was full of cold sweat, and the two pine-green eyes embedded in it surged with the most primitive killing intent. Words were squeezed out from between his teeth: “You dare try to leave?”

Dust Demon: “…” It began to play dead.

The fur ball became motionless. The young man took a deep breath, shifting his attention to organizing the information that had suddenly flooded into his brain.

It turned out the owner of this body he now possessed was named “Shi Yunmu.”

According to this information, “Shi Yunmu” was supposed to be cannon fodder in a novel. Despite his identity actually being that of a wealthy family’s real young master, his biological parents both doted more on the fake young master. They only brought “Shi Yunmu” back to have him replace the fake young master in an arranged marriage with the declining Lu family.

“Shi Yunmu’s” length in the novel was incredibly short; shortly after arriving at the Lu family, he mysteriously kicked the bucket. He received a pitying comment from the “true, kind, and beautiful” fake young master: “No life to enjoy the fortune, truly pitiful.”

The Slime, now having become Shi Yunmu, only felt that humans were all sick.

The original owner had expected love when he was first found, but what greeted him was only cold eyes and ridicule. This entire family of the original owner was even more full of their own individual oddities.

The reason he appeared in this unfamiliar living room now was because the Shi family had directly made the decision to send him to his marriage partner’s house.

At the thought of how those relatives in the original owner’s memory treated him, even the Slime couldn’t stand to watch anymore and wished he could swallow them all.

No matter how cruel monsters were, they would never treat their own offspring like this!

A layer of gloom cast over the green eyes, and the young man murmured: “Hmm, maybe I should start by eating the one from the marriage alliance…”

The still-playing-dead Dust Demon: It seemed it had heard some things it shouldn’t have; it had better continue playing dead!

His anger subsided. The Slime… no, it should be Shi Yunmu, realized belatedly: Just now he had learned the contents of the entire book, but there were no descriptions of monsters in the entire book. So where did the Dust Demon in his hand come from?

Before he could question the Dust Demon, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the tightly closed door.

The footsteps drew closer. Shi Yunmu glanced at the motionless Dust Demon and instinctively hid it behind his back.

In the next second, the door was opened from the outside.

Carrying the dampness of the rain, a tall and upright man raised his dark eyes and looked toward Shi Yunmu.

Who is this?

Shi Yunmu chose to stay put, staring intently at the other person without saying a word.

The man frowned, slowly approaching the young man, and asked in a cold voice: “Who are you?”

Shi Yunmu wanted to open his mouth to ask him in return who he was, but on second thought, this was his marriage partner’s house; logically speaking, he could be considered half a master of this home!

When under someone else’s roof, one has to bow one’s head. Since his strength had not yet recovered, it was only reasonable to maneuver a bit first.

Thinking this way, the Slime held his head high and his chest out, saying forcefully: “I am Lu Que’s fiancé. This is my future husband’s house. And why have you appeared here?”

The man was expressionless: “I am Lu Que.”

Shi Yunmu: “?”

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