Chapter 52 Evolution

With the thousands of poison needles pointed at its face, the slime closed its eyes, accepting its eventual death. It was born in the midst of the River Dames, formed from the amalgamation of all the waste and filth swimming around in the water. It spent its days observing humans, seeing the happy smiles on their faces as they played around near the water. But even if the slime wanted to experience the joys of being human, it knew that it couldn't join them because it was different....