Chapter 124 - Camp

The slime continued to hug Lucas, its soft and oddly warm body pressing against him. It felt like being wrapped in a living, shifting blanket—one that didn't seem eager to let go.

Lucas let out a long sigh. "Alright, I get it. You're affectionate. But do you mind giving me a little space?"

The slime giggled, a strange, liquid ripple running through its form. "But you're warm."

Lucas deadpanned. "You're literally a slime. Why do you care about warmth?"

The slime hummed as if considering the question before nuzzling against him again. "Because… it feels nice."

Lucas groaned, deciding not to argue. This thing clearly had no concept of personal space. If anything, it was too comfortable being close.

The slime finally loosened its grip—at least enough for Lucas to move again—before tilting its amorphous head curiously. "What's your purpose?"

Lucas blinked. "My purpose?"

The slime bobbed up and down. "Yes. Why are you here?"