Born in the wrong era

Ethan examined the level 15 slime jiggling in front of him with interest. It had grown noticeably larger since he first summoned it, its gelatinous body no longer the small, pitiful blob it once was. Actually, it was still pitiful.

The thing looked a little cute but otherwise, it was completely useless. If he allowed the rats they would make a short work of the slimes in a couple of minutes. They were not even good punching bags.

Maybe four or five of them at the same time can hold down a rat for some time but in the end, the rat always clawed them into shreds.

Ethan crouched down, poking at it with his dagger. The blade barely sank into the surface before the slime jiggled in protest, its body undulating as it reformed almost instantly. He sighed helplessly. "At least I only have twenty of you."

He hoped that they would get more skills or maybe at least become a bit sturdier and whatnot with higher levels but so far, they weren't showing much promise.