The Slime Interferes!

"Ballistic Dive!"

The Brute stopped, wondering how his chest suddenly hurt. It felt as though something in him has gone missing; as if someone ruptured his very soul.

Although the Brute did not see anything—it was not the case for the others.

Precisely as before the Brute has struck the Chief with his solid hand; a bird that was green in color—measuring up to that of an eagle that is two times the size. It was not flying, but diving; as though the bird had found his prey.

What was weird is that when it dived closer to the ground, it slowly transformed that into a giant spike as it pierced the Brute's chest like a piece of cloth, being pierced by a needle.

As the green projectile touched the ground, it softly landed as it expanded like a balloon. It engulfed the Brute whole and within seconds, the green substance that was pierced the Brute and engulfed it—shrunk into that of the size of a soccer ball.

Landing softly, the little slime suddenly heard a familiar word, "W-what are you?" The little slime glowed in delight as he understood what the Chief was saying.

"Finally... I can understand you.." The little slime still has some difficulties with the language he was speaking; but he was instinctively talking their language, like it was regular English.

"So, who's... the leader of... the humans?" The little slime asked as the Chief just stared at the smile for a few seconds, puzzled by the strange creature that fell before him.

The little slime was, of course, oblivious. As he stared back at the injured Lizard Chief, he tried to ask him once more, "Who's... the human... leader?" the little slime questioned once again.

The Lizard Chief snapped out of his daze, as he impulsively answered, "The fat man watching from above." The Chief pointed to the man who was shocked to see his strongest knight dissolved by a blob of green substance.

"A-attack! Attack that monster!" The fat pig fell with his butt as he pointed at the little slime with his snot hanging by his nose. The terrified look on his face impacted the soldiers—knowing full well how much their leader is a pussycat.

They hesitated until the fat bastard shouted once again, "I said attack him!" He shouted once more as he dragged himself with his foot, trying to escape and leaving his troops behind.

"Hey, are you... really leaving... your troops behind?" The little slime shouted as he looked at the human soldiers; whose morale has greatly decreased.

"Just let him die." A voice whispered on the little slimes head. A fragment of the past? The little slime wiggled his head and looked at the terrified fatass who is currently on the run. The little slime's expression changed—it was more... serious.

The little slime jumped as he dived under ground. He discovered that if he was in the ground, he could travel faster as he slithers like a worm with propellers on its back.

In exactly seconds, he reached from the bottom of the crater, into the forest in which the pig oinked his way out of harm's way. Although he could travel fast, he has to come up for air to breathe and go back down.

The desperate pig has crawled its way, why crawl you might ask?

"Thanks to my low mana, I could only use that one spell. That's why I made use of that Brute. Curse my blood!" The fatass said as his sweating was a sign of exhaustion.

As though he thought he was safe, the little slime appeared from the ground, "hello there." The little slime muttered a warm welcome as he expanded and ate the pig whole. Raw.

The little slime stood up and took a breath. "He's medical bills are too expensive, we should just—" His head started to ache as he shrugged at the fragments of his past life.

"The past is the past!" The little slime quickly turned bright green as he transformed into a little squirrel and climbed on the very top of the tree, only to transform again as the Ballistic Eagle.

Earlier...

"Oh no, I got to hurry!" The little slime muttered as he ate all kinds of things; he even found another Ballistic Eagle and ate it. He thought that if he ate a second one, he could control his flight better.

...

He didn't.

When he was on his way, he was still flapping his wings hysterically that the other birds watching him felt like he was having some sort of stroke.

"Loser" a random bird said with a disgusted face as he flew faster than him, giving him a mocking face which clearly said that he was really a loser.

Although he was still some sort of slime; feathers appeared more than usual but he was still more slime than eagle. He still flapped hysterically until he reached the crater.

"Okay, which one is the enemy?" The little slime muttered as he saw a Lizardmen with nice accessory is about to get killed with a gigantic person in black-jet armor. "That must be the one!" He shouted as he twirled in the air and went skydiving!

He closed his wings to gain more momentum as he squinted his eyes to see more clearly; and that's where it ended.

"I even got a butterfly form, I'm gonna get killed using this." The little slime muttered when he remembered the smallest creature he ate. It was so small, it was exactly the size of a mosquito; but faster. Although it made him feel sick because of the different vision.

It felt like he had multiple pupils in one eye that he almost vomited. Although smiles don't vomit.

They don't, right?

That's when the little slime got the idea, "What if?" He muttered as he transformed back into the small insect. "Let's do this!" He muttered as he focused all his mind into his eyes and when he opened it...

"Yes, it worked!"