Wait, I Reincarnated as a WHAT?!

Chapter 4

-Percy-

"We did the best that we could, but it's not enough." The elder's voice was soft as he stood beside Percy in the small dark healer's hut, two rows of heavily injured goblins filling up the space. Percy knelt down by the closest one, the goblin in question having deep gashes on their chest and face with one eye bandaged up.

"Wise Girl, could my potions help fix this much damage?" Percy thought to his skill, not wanting to confuse the Goblin's by seemingly talking to nothing.

"Yes. The Hipokute herbs gathered within your skill 'Predator' allow the creation of optimal healing potions."

"Perfect, thanks Wise Girl." Percy nodded before extending one of his liquid arms, the slime reaching out and enveloping the goblin he'd been observing.

"My lord! What are you doing?!" the started elder gasped, it likely appearing like Percy was eating the injured.

"Give it a moment." Percy shook his head, pulling the enveloping slime back into his body as the Goblin was revealed to be fully healed.

"My…my wounds!" the Goblin was gaping, tearing off his own bandages to reveal unblemished green skin "They're gone!" Grinning at their shock, Percy moved down the line, healing every Goblin one by one till they were all back on their feet. The Goblins had been giving in to despair when he'd arrived at the village so he knew having their injured, many of whom looked to be on death's door, restored to full health would help raise morale.

"Now come on," Percy turned as he rose, "we still need to fortify the village."

-Elder Goblin-

Standing with shaking legs behind the fence, he gazed at the hill where the Dire Wolves gathered in the distance, their howls ringing through the forest.

"Don't worry father." His remaining son stood at his side, arms firm as he readied a bow, "The Great One will protect us!" the other goblins within earshot all cheered at that declaration while the Great One himself did not react.

The Great One, brother to Veldora, Perseus Thýella sat in the small slime form that he had first arrived in, just outside the hastily constructed gate. He gulped as he saw the howling wolves charging down the hill, stopping in surprise when they witnessed the gate and the Great One standing out to defend it.

"This is your only warning." Perseus' voice rang out "Leave now, or die!"

"You insolent wretch!" The leader of the Dire Wolves snarled "Do you really think a Dire Wolf would listen to a pathetic slime?!" the elder felt a surge of rage in his gut at the dismissal of the great one, "Destroy their pitiful fence!" the Wolf leader roared out "Water the grass with the blood of goblins!"

"Fire!" his son called out, the group losing their arrows at the Charging wolves that managed to avoid Perseus' steel threads, arrows flying through the gaps of the fence and striking the charging beasts while many more fell further back, slashed by the steel threads they themselves had run into.

"What is…that?" the wolf leader was starting at the threads, now visible as they dripped with crimson.

"It's one of my skills, steel thread." Perseus responded, confidence oozing from the voice of the Slime.

"This is your doing?!" the voice of the wolf leader was a mix of madness and rage "A puny monster like you dares to attack us?! I shall squash you like a bug!" the wolf roared as he charged, froth flying from their mouth.

"Father!" the second largest wolf called out ever as the pack leader charged, his fangs tearing through the steel threads with ease as the Goblin Elder took a step back in fear. Yet Perseus remained unphased as the wolf leapt at him, maw open wide…before freezing in the air, caught by yet another skill.

"And that, is sticky thread." Perseus declared as the wolf continued to struggle.

"This…won't…stop…me!" the Wolf snarled out even as Perseus turned from his small slime drop form into this humanoid shape.

"Water blade." Perseus' voice was soft even as the swift attack severed the wolf's head without resistance, all sounds dying apart from the dripping of blood and the falling of the corpse.

The silence last for mere moments before the remaining wolves began to growl, Perseus stepping forward unphased "Your leader is dead Dire Wolves!" Perseus roared out "So I give you two choices. Submit, or perish!" as he spoke, Perseus enveloped the dead wolf's body with a tendril of slime. The elder watched in confusion as the Wolf leader's body was broken down and dissolved in the slime before Perseus' form began to shift, to bubble and change, a burst of black smoke shooting skyward that revealed a new wolf once it faded. The new wolf was large, noticeably larger than the consumed wolf, with fur as black as tar and lacking the same scars and markings of the now dead wolf leader.

"I'll show mercy a single time." Perseus' voice came from the new wolf, "If you refuse to yield to me then I will allow you a single chance to turn tail and run." The declaration was punctuated by a new roar, the wind pressure noticeable from the action as the elder felt a surge of relief and awe that it was still the great one in there.

Holding on to the fence for support from the buffeting winds, the Elder watched as the remaining wolves pushed through the fearsome wind pressure and the terrifying strength of the menacing roar. They inched forward bit by bit even as Perseus' continued his mighty howl.

Then, right as they reached the great one, the wolves lay down flat "We yield! Our lives are yours; our pack will now serve you." The wolf pack declared as one.

"We…we, did it?" his son gaped in awe at the sight of the fearsome wolves submitting, "We won?" the cheers of his village lit a fire in the elder's heart. With Perseus there to lead them, things were looking up for his home.

-Reyna-

"Are you ready?" Moros' voice was gentle, but that did nothing to calm her nerves as Reyna readied herself to reincarnate, readied herself to die.

"As I can be." Reyna refused to show weakness as she lay down, on the alter like structure Moros had placed where Percy had died, where the son of Poseidon had ended the war. With that war ended, and the peace that followed, her life had spiraled out of control.

Her fellow Romans had always possessed a very rigid worldview. She was Praetor at the time of the 'Civil' and Giant wars, and even if she had tried to stop Octavian to the vast majority it had been deemed 'too little, too late'. They ignored the fact that they had been more than willing to go to war as well, she had been in charge when the war began, she had 'planted the spear in the dirt', so she was the one held to blame with Octavian himself dead.

She'd seen the writing on the wall and had seceded the Praetorship to leave while she still held some honor and respect, and to giver herself time to mourn.

Hylla had died leading her Amazons to try and fight Gaea, the civil war Octavian had hoped for and Gaea herself had instigated keeping the various factions too far spread to properly rally, to properly organize.

Hylla had died as a Queen, leading her people from the front and fighting to defend her home.

But with her sister gone and planning to reincarnate herself, the Praetorship Reyna had worked so hard for now forever out of her reach, and Aphrodite's damned declaration that she could never find love in this life…she was more than willing to leave this world behind.

"I promise to make it as gentle as I can." Moros' voice pulled her from her thoughts as she lay down, noting those closest to Percy had come to be here for what was to happen, many having come to her over the past three days to give her messages they hoped to have carried to Percy in this new world she was going to, "I can't promise to it will be pleasant, but I will ensure your death is painless. When you Reincarnate, you should at least be in the same general region as Percy Jackson, although I can't give anything more exact than that."

"Thank you." Reyna let out a steady breath as she got settled on the altar, glancing over at Frank and Hazel who stood there with Argentum and Aurum, the automaton dogs whimpering sadly at her.

She would miss them, but they were the dogs of the Praetors, she had to relinquish her bond with them when she seceded the leadership of Camp Jupiter. Maybe, if she was lucky, she could find something similar to them in the next world?

Request confirmed. Acquisition of Unique skill 'Argentum and Aurum' is successful.

Reincarnation pathway reuse detected. Accepted. Creation of new body successful. Reincarnation of demigod soul, successful.

Acquisition of Unique Skill 'Daughter of Battle' is successful.

'Daughter of Battle' reinforcing body.

Acquisition of Unique skill 'Arsenal' successful.

Acquisition of extra skill 'Body Reinforcement' successful.

Was…was this the voice of whatever had pulled Percy into this new world? Was it taking her thoughts and wishes into account for her reincarnation?

If she could have skills…then maybe she could learn abilities beyond just fighting and killing. She thought of her beautiful city, the glory of New Rome. Maybe she could make something just as beautiful, just as bountiful, with Percy where she was going.

Maybe she could find a way to save lives, to not have someone else she cared about die in her arms.

Request Confirmed. Acquisition of the skill 'Architect' successful.

Request confirmed. Acquisition of the Extra skill 'Healing Hands' successful.

Request confirmed. Acquisition of Unique Skill 'Harvester' successful.

If the voice had more to say, she was in no state to hear it as her eyes drifted closed; her final breath escaped her lips as they curved into a small, hopeful smile.

Just as suddenly, her eyes snapped open as she lurched forward with a gasp. Wherever she was now, it was definitely not Half-Blood Hill. The trees of the forest she found herself in were far too different, and there were no demigods or deities anywhere near her. Or anyone near her.

"Am I…taller?" Reyna blinked as she noted how high she was off the ground now. Moving over to a nearby stream, she froze, blinking in shock as she saw her now very different reflection.

"…Oh my."