A day has passed since the little blue blob begrudgingly accepted his own state of affairs. He squirmed and squelched his way aimlessly from place to place in order to get some kind of bearing on his current location, if but by touch alone. At the same time, a concern growing on his mind was food or any sort of sustenance because though he had accepted that he had become a slime he still did not fully know what his physiological needs were. Did he actually need food? At the same time does he feel hunger? A slime is mostly liquid, right? How about water? The human body can't go more than 3 days without water.
These were the things he thought about as he bumped from rock to rock looking for a place where grass seemed to be in abundance. It didn't take too long to find however, as it turned out to be right next to him, though his current state blindness still makes the most simplest of things difficult. He was lucky the grass was so close, he thought, as even the most basic of motion could result in death. He recounted the time he climbed the stairs at night as a child, taking what he thought was the last step only to feel his foot, and entire body, fall through thin air. Not exactly life-threatening, but still just as terrifying all the same.
His feelings of insecurity aside, he needed to know more about himself, that much was obvious. Whilst smothering the nearby grass into his own being, he continued to wonder about his new state of being; Does a slime need sleep? He hadn't felt himself grow tired nor weary at all, perhaps counting sheep would help?
"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep…"
All the way up to fifty-thousand until he grew tired of it. But that was the only sense of tiredness he felt, not an inkling of sleepiness came to him. Maybe counting prime numbers instead? But he didn't know the next one after 89. Playing I-Spy by oneself is also pointless too. Maybe now is the time where he feels the loneliness slowly drive him into madness? Well, loneliness in itself wasn't the problem. If there was internet, he could waste his time away for months at a time without ever leaving to make physical contact with another person. Even mobile games would do, but this lack of mental stimulation was torture. He wondered how those ascetic monks meditated for so long, giving up all hope that an amateur such as himself could do much the same.
The questions, and worries, continued to pile up. The biggest one of which was his own safety, not only of the location, or sustenance, but what about other animals? There have been no signs of them so far, in which to mean, the little blue ball has yet to have been attacked.
Over the next few days, if for no other reason than to pass the time, Satoru continued to slip from place to place, absorbing all the vegetation in the vicinity. So much vegetation in fact that he could actually sense in accumulating in what he could only identify as a "stomach" though slimes don't actually have such a thing. Absorb, dissolve, store, absorb, dissolve, store, absorb, dissolve, store. He repeated this process over and over until another question crossed his mind; what about excretion? So far, he has yet to excrete anything after all this time.
A slime, after all, is much different than a human. But even still, the seven characteristics of living things, if recalled correctly, were movement, respiration, sensitivity, growth, reproduction, nutrition and excretion. He wasn't sure if he had the respiration thing down, having no mouth nor nose to breathe with he could only assume he was absorbing the surrounding air through his body. But the excretion part, he definitely hasn't done yet. So where is it all going? He hadn't felt himself getting any bigger so the "growth" part is also put into question. The thought crossed his mind, for the millionth time, that maybe he was still dead and this was all a dream? What happens to all the stuff he has been absorbing?
-Answer: It is stored in the stomach associated with the Unique Skill [Predator]. Currently, at less than 1% capacity-
The voice again! Satoru shook with excitement at hearing another voice after so long, even if it did sound like Stephen Hawkins' cousin.
"But since when have I been using that skill?" he thought, "I chose [No], after all"
-Answer: Unique Skill [Predator] has not been activated. Substances entering the body are automatically stored. This function is modifiable-
The responses are much more smoother, more natural-sounding now, not that Satoru gave it much thought.
"About the skill, what happens when if I use it? Satoru asked the voice in his head.
-Answer: The effects of Unique Skill [Predator] are;
Predation: to absorb the target into the body. Can be applied to organic matter, inorganic matter, skills and magic. However the success rate in regards to living targets greatly depends on the consciousness of said target.
Analysis: The absorbed target is studied and analyzed. Craftable items can then be produced. Duplication of absorbed items is possible using other materials stored in the stomach. Additionally, in the case of successful skill or magic analysis, the same technique can also be acquired.
Stomach: The target can be stored. Items produced can also be stored. There is no time limit to which how long an item can be stored.
Mimicry: Ability to replicate the appearance of a successfully absorbed and analyzed target. The skills and abilities used by the target can also be used.
Isolation: Harmful or Unnecessary items can also be stored, digested and used to place magic energy.
These five aspects are your power-
If Satoru were still human, he could be seen stood open-jawed dumbfounded at the information just relayed to him. He felt himself tremble with giddiness at the idea of having such incredible power, as such amazing abilities had never been held by a slime before. At least not by the ones he was familiar with from his computer games.
Finally, he had some answers to his own state of being thanks to this… he wasn't sure what it was. The voice that hears and answers his questions. Perhaps someone is there, nearby?
-Answer: This is an effect of the unique skill [Great Sage]. For the sake of quickly utilizing your skills, a response function has been implemented.-
Satoru remembered some voice making fun of him before, saying something about a [Great Sage]. A title he thought was given to him out of spite actually turned out to be quite reliable. He elected to depend on it more from now on, if for anything but to put an end to this maddening isolation. Maybe this voice is still just a figment of his imagination? An auditory hallucination, as he thought before in his last moments before his died on the sidewalk. Satoru didn't care. For the first time in a long time, he actually felt at ease.
Status
Name: Mikami Satoru
Species: Slime
Title: N/A
Magic: N/A
Abilities: Unique Skill [Great Sage], Unique Skill [Predator], Slime Skills [Dissolve, Absorb, Regenerate]
Resistances: Thermal fluctuation resistance EX, Physical attack resistance, Pain perception resistance, Electicity resistance, Paralysis resistance.
