The Cannon Fodder Real Young Master is a Slime?! - Chapter 2

Shi Yunmu froze.

His gaze clashed with the man’s. The other man looked down at him with an intense, overbearing scrutiny, making Shi Yunmu look somewhat small, pitiful, and helpless under the sheer pressure of his stare.

His arrogant aura flickered and dimmed slightly, but Shi Yunmu had no intention of giving up control over this confrontation.

He covertly surveyed his surroundings and noticed that the man had entered completely alone. A sharp gleam flashed through his eyes.

Since I’m going to devour him anyway, there’s no time like the present. Why not just do it today?

The youth curled his fingers, preparing to manifest his tentacles, when he saw the man slightly lift his hand.

In his grip was a gun.

Shi Yunmu’s hairs stood instantly on end. He couldn’t tell if it was an innate sense of danger or a primal survival instinct hardwired into this human body. But he was astute enough to scent the sheer lethality of that firearm. Realizing that a wise man submits to circumstances, he immediately began to mimic the submissive behavior he recalled from human memories.

He curved his eyes into a perfectly compliant, sweet smile: “Hubby, you’re back!”

His voice was extraordinarily bright and enthusiastic so much so that even he paused for a fraction of a second after the words left his mouth.

Behind him, the Dust Demon, pinned securely in his iron grip, nearly let out a shriek of horror. Fortunately, the cacophonous roar of the torrential rain muffled the sound.

As that sugary-sweet call echoed through his ears, the man gazed at the seemingly obedient youth before him, his expression turning distinctly peculiar.

Seeing the shift in the man’s demeanor, Shi Yunmu seized the momentum to press his advantage. His face practically radiated aggrieved innocence: “I was left all alone here, I was almost scared to death.” He brushed aside the fragmented bangs on his forehead. “Look, I fell and bled.”

He reached up to touch the wound on his forehead. As a slime, his regenerative capabilities were exceptionally powerful; the wound had already completely healed. Fortunately, it was still masked by a layer of dried blood, preventing his lie from being exposed on the spot.

Shi Yunmu complained in a soft, murmuring tone, subtly slinging mud at the Shi family right in front of his marriage partner: “They suddenly sent me over like this… I’m sorry, did I startle you?”

While dropping those malicious hints, he used the hazy dimness of the night to scrutinize the man before him.

Dense, ink-black hair was tied back neatly behind his head. Under the heavy shadows, his facial features weren’t entirely distinct, but the faint outlines revealed an exceptionally superior bone structure. Deep, aloof, and cold dark eyes remained fixed on Shi Yunmu, entirely unreadable.

The youth blinked a couple of times, making himself look even more sincere and fragile.

However, his internal thoughts were completely at odds with his outward display. Secretly, he was thinking: I have to admit, this man’s face fits a slime’s aesthetic perfectly. He was actually hesitating over whether he should generously grant this human a few days of reprieve.

He had entirely forgotten who it was that had chosen to take a tactical step back to de-escalate the situation the moment the gun appeared.

The rhythmic, heavy drumming of the rain grew louder and louder in the tense silence. After a long moment, the man spoke in a lukewarm tone, effectively acknowledging Shi Yunmu’s status as his “fiancé”: “Come out first. It’s dangerous here.”

“Did something happen?” Seeing the man turn to leave, Shi Yunmu immediately followed, intentionally playing dumb while asking his question.

The man cast a sideways glance at him. Shi Yunmu instantly pressed his hand to his forehead, groaning about a headache, and said pitifully: “As soon as I arrived at your place, I was knocked down by something. I think my head slammed into the coffee table. It hurts so much.”

“…There’s a fugitive.” As if unable to tolerate the slime’s pitiful act any longer, the man offered a brief, reluctant explanation.

Shi Yunmu recalled that in the original owner’s memory, the Shi parents had once discussed this man’s occupation.

“That eldest son of the Lu family works within the system, doesn’t he? Just a petty civil servant. With a status like that, he actually wants to climb up and associate with our family? What a joke, absolute trash.”

“It’s perfect to send Yunmu over. Anyway, aside from that face of his, there isn’t a single thing about him that can compare to our other child.”

Following closely behind the man as they walked downstairs, Shi Yunmu let out an “oh” and summarized: “So, you’re a police officer.”

The man didn’t say he was, nor did he say he wasn’t, acting as though he tacitly agreed.

The downpour showed no signs of letting up. Standing at the entrance of the apartment building, the human-slime duo encountered three individuals wearing black raincoats who were walking toward them.

One of them pulled down his hood, revealing a young man’s face, and called out to the man, “Brother Lu.”

“Brother Lu, how’s the situation inside your place? Did those… creatures launch an attack?”

The man replied in a deep, resonant voice, “They attacked, but they aren’t here right now.”

The young man nodded. His gaze drifted past his captain, landing on the silent Shi Yunmu standing behind him. He asked hesitantly, “This person is…”

Did someone actually come out of Brother Lu’s apartment?

Widening his perfectly rounded eyes, Shi Yunmu looked at the man imploringly. A thousand words were condensed into the unspoken plea in his gaze: Hubby, speak up.

Leaving the task of explaining his identity to the other party was absolutely perfect.

The man spoke with extreme brevity: “My fiancé.”

The three teammates: “???”

They instantly fell completely silent, their voices dying in their throats. Their eyes widened like bronze bells as they stared at Shi Yunmu in utter bewilderment.

Having no desire to linger on the topic, the man shifted the subject: “Ming He, come inside with me to re-examine the area and see if the ‘fugitive’ is still around. Qi Tao, take him away… back to the bureau.” He tilted his chin slightly, indicating Shi Yunmu.

Ming He immediately understood: Brother Lu doesn’t want the sister-in-law to find out about the existence of magical beasts!

He quickly chimed in: “No problem, Brother Lu! I guarantee we’ll bring the suspect to justice!”

The girl wearing round-framed glasses snapped out of her daze and nodded. Her mind hadn’t entirely processed such explosive news yet, and her tongue felt stiff as she stammered, “Uh, si… sister-in-law, please follow me…”

Leaving Shi Yunmu entirely perplexed on his own: Do human police officers actually know about the existence of magical beasts? Why do they keep harping on about a fugitive? Looks like I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.

Conveniently, it would also serve as a way to restore his energy.

Pretending to obediently follow Qi Tao away, Shi Yunmu paused his steps after a few seconds, turning back to watch the man and his subordinate disappear back into the apartment building.

“Brother Lu, I noticed the sister-in-law… uh, that guy, was covered in blood. Did he encounter a magical beast? Why did you tell him it was a ‘fugitive’?” While heading upstairs, Ming He asked curiously. Sensing the chilling glare the man shot his way, he corrected his slip of the tongue immediately, stiffly dropping the title “sister-in-law.”

The man withdrew his gaze, his tone carrying an equal coldness: “I suspect him.”

“Suspect him?”

“He isn’t human.”

Stopping at the doorway, the man narrowed his eyes and delivered his final judgment.

From the very first second he beheld those pine-green eyes, he could be absolutely certain that this “fiancé” of his was highly unlikely to be a human being at all.

Ming He realized: “So you sent him to the bureau because you want the Detection Department to run a test on him?”

The man nodded.

Qi Tao was armed, highly experienced, and perfectly capable of suppressing a magical beast if necessary. He trusted his teammate implicitly.

But this time, he might have placed his trust a bit too early.

Ming He’s phone suddenly vibrated violently. He answered it instinctively, only for Qi Tao’s anxious voice to blare from the other end: “Ming He, tell Brother Lu quickly, the sister-in-law is gone!”

For the first two hundred meters, Shi Yunmu had been walking quietly and submissively behind Qi Tao as they headed toward the exit of the residential area.

“Huh, the rain is letting up?”

As Qi Tao walked forward, she noticed the downpour weakening and hurriedly sent a voice message to the others who were searching for the magical beasts.

Her distraction lasted for a mere few seconds, but that brief window was all the opportunity Shi Yunmu needed. He silently took a few steps back, turned around, and immediately slipped away.

Shi Yunmu was completely confident he could resolve those magical beasts quickly. In the past, he wouldn’t have even deigned to look at creatures of that caliber.

The residential district was eerily quiet. The rain gradually ceased, making it seem as though no magical beasts had ever set foot there.

Shi Yunmu glanced at the security cameras in the area and deftly avoided them. He didn’t feel a shred of anxiety; when it came to tracking the trails of magical beasts, nothing beat a fellow creature from the depths.

Without expending an ounce of effort, the youth followed the residual traces of magical energy directly to the edge of the central lake in the residential complex.

It was a severely wounded Shadow Tiger.

The tiger was panting heavily, baring its fangs, and glaring viciously at the figure emerging from the woods.

Believing it to be another human, the Shadow Tiger let out a guttural hiss and cursed furiously. Unfortunately, its linguistic system wasn’t as mature as a slime’s or that of the unique Dust Demon; it could only manage raw roars, though the sheer resentment within them was unmistakable.

But as the figure stepped completely into the open, the Shadow Tiger suddenly froze. It realized it had misidentified the threat the newcomer was merely a slime with negligible magical energy.

And it was holding a half-dead Dust Demon tightly in its hand.

A look of utter disdain flickered through the Shadow Tiger’s golden, vertical slits. Even if it was gravely injured, there was no universe in which it could lose to a weak, pathetic slime.

His wet bangs clung damply to the side of his face. The youth stared back at the contemptuous expression on the Shadow Tiger’s face and let out a soft laugh, his voice light and mocking: “Hmm? Are you discriminating against me?”

The Shadow Tiger didn’t even bother to waste a roar on this slime.

Shi Yunmu shook his head with a sigh: “Ah, it seems you really are pathetic. So weak that you’ve never even heard of my illustrious name back in the Abyss.”

Before the Shadow Tiger could respond, a ghostly, glowing light ignited within the youth’s green eyes.

“Forget it. I suppose there’s no need for you to know anyway.”

“Guh!”

In an instant, leaving absolutely no window for resistance, the Shadow Tiger’s head was completely engulfed by the slime, which had instantaneously reverted to its original form.

A suffocating sensation rapidly set in. As its consciousness began to blur into nothingness, the Shadow Tiger belatedly recalled a rumor… that there really was a certain green slime in the Abyss…

One that was extraordinarily famous.

Team Message: Captain Lu, we have located the corpse of magical beast D-051. However, its magical energy has almost completely vanished. We don’t know who killed it; we suspect infighting.

Team Message: We also found two Hound-Bats. Both exhibited signs of death by suffocation.

Team Message: We checked the surveillance footage and found the person you were looking for. He’s heading toward the convenience store.

After reading the messages on his phone, the man turned off the screen and strode purposefully toward the brightly lit entrance of the convenience store.

Before he could step inside, the automatic sliding doors glided open, and he collided head-on with the youth.

“Whoa!” Shi Yunmu nearly crashed straight into the man’s chest. Startled, he stumbled backward several steps while clutching two massive plastic bags.

The man: “…”

He spoke up, asking, “What are you doing here?”

Shi Yunmu lifted his bags slightly: “Buying snacks.”

Can’t you see these giant bags?

The man fell silent. He looked past Shi Yunmu toward the cashier inside. The clerk was currently clutching a bottle of fast-acting heart pills, frantically swallowing a few. The clerk’s expression looked close to tears, and he didn’t dare to cast even a single glance back in Shi Yunmu’s direction.

Who would dare look directly at someone whose forehead was stained with blood, whose clothes were covered in massive splatters of blood, who was completely drenched from the rain, and whose eyes were an unnaturally, vividly pure green?!

Clearly, the culprit behind this terror possessed absolutely no awareness that there was anything wrong with his current appearance. He maintained his dazed, innocent expression as he stared back at the man.

A slight crack finally appeared on the man’s otherwise stoic, calm countenance. He let out a quiet sigh and said to Shi Yunmu, “Let’s go.”

Shi Yunmu offered a couple of quick “ohs” and immediately fell back into his automatic tracking mode. He didn’t forget to switch to holding the bags with one arm so he could rip open a bag of potato chips with his free hand. He pinched a chip and began to munch on it noisily.

Ever since inheriting all of the original owner’s memories, he had been constantly craving the taste of junk food like potato chips and cola.

Now that he was finally tasting it, it was exactly as delicious as it had been in those memories!

He had never eaten such incredible delicacies back in the Abyss!

In the short span of their walk, the slime tore through a large bag of potato chips like a localized hurricane. He even generously and covertly slipped a single chip to the Dust Demon.

The Dust Demon was the sole survivor of that one-sided slaughter. In truth, the slime hadn’t intended to spare it either, but the dying Dust Demon had experienced a sudden stroke of genius. It had begun pouring out endless streams of praise and flattery toward the slime. Its non-repetitive, sycophantic adulation had successfully saved its tiny life, and with a grand wave of the slime’s hand, it had been officially recruited as a low-level lackey.

Eating that single potato chip brought tears of profound gratitude to the Dust Demon’s eyes: The heavens never truly block every path!

While he was happily munching away, Shi Yunmu’s phone suddenly buzzed.

He fished the device out of his pants pocket. This phone was remarkably resilient; despite being soaked in the rain for so long, it was still functioning perfectly.

It was a WeChat message from a contact saved as “Dad.”

Dad: Did Lu Que say anything?

Dad: Has he accepted you?

Dad: Live your life properly over there and don’t try to pull any tricks. After all, no matter how bad it is, it’s bound to be better than the life you had before.

Shi Yunmu tilted his head, thought about it for a moment, and sent back a meme.

[Image]: I don’t give a flying crap about you.jpg

The other side: [?]

Tucking his phone away, Shi Yunmu trotted quickly to catch up with Lu Que. He asked with an air of exaggerated bashfulness, “Hubby, when are we getting married?”

Lu Que snapped his gaze toward him. Shi Yunmu continued to speak with an air of feigned shyness: “I saw humans… I mean, people on the internet say that if you’re cohabiting, it’s best to officially formalize the relationship.”

From the looks of it, he could only rely on staying at this human’s house for the time being without leaving. Therefore, giving the other party an official title was only right.

Lu Que: “…”

Lu Que: “We’ll register it tomorrow.”

Shi Yunmu beamed happily: “Great!”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, the man lowered his head, pulled out his phone, and typed out a message: [Please help me reserve a slot at the Civil Affairs Bureau for tomorrow. Thank you.]

The person who received the message: […?]

Has he finally gone completely insane from work?

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