However, what happened next completely shattered Li Shengjiang's worldview.
Those eager witches, brimming with excitement, immediately started experimenting on the slimes, attempting their unique meditation rituals through intimate methods. As their spiritual energy exploded, the slimes were killed one after another.
After all, these slimes didn't possess the special mental resilience of Evil Eyes. They were merely weak monsters—much like those unfortunate men—who could be used just once before dying.
"Oh, dear heavens! These must be witches! This world is ruled by witches…!"
Hiding amidst the slime corpses, Li Shengjiang trembled violently, desperately trying to avoid attracting attention.
In the end, thanks to his quick thinking, he managed to blend in with the deceased slimes, pretending to be dead and narrowly avoiding becoming a victim himself. If he had truly been violated by those witches, he'd have committed suicide on the spot out of sheer humiliation!
Of course, as a man, Li Shengjiang wouldn't necessarily mind being embraced by beautiful women. But right now, he was a slime!
"I'm just a slime, dammit!"
"What the hell are you planning to do to me?"
The witches soon resumed their conversation.
"Hmm, these creatures are quite good for meditation. My bottleneck at the third level loosened a little. Though they're disposable, they're much cuter and cleaner than those disgusting, slimy Evil Eyes. Let's not kill too many—we should take some back to breed."
"This is a major discovery! We found a species that can replace Evil Eyes!"
The witches excitedly discussed among themselves, "Our mentor, the great fifth-level witch Adeline, will surely reward our class for this."
After chattering energetically, they soon left the scene, leaving behind piles of lifeless slimes scattered across the forest floor.
Only Li Shengjiang remained, secretly pretending to be dead and miraculously unscathed.
"These girls are clearly evil witches—shameless, depraved, and wicked! To do such horrible things to such cute creatures!"
Li Shengjiang was overcome with sorrow.
He had just brought his slime race to this new world, ready to conquer and reach the pinnacle of his second life. But now, his entire race had been kidnapped, leaving him utterly alone.
He recalled a certain player's teasing comment:
"Who says the Boss forgot his original intentions? Look at that muscular tentacle! It's clearly the famous Mixed-Yuan Thunder Hand! Just make sure the female streamers don't see it (wink)."
He broke down mentally.
Was it fate? He never should have chosen that ridiculous username!
He swore solemnly never to let this embarrassing chapter of his life reach anyone's ears.
Centuries later, historical records from the "Spear of Thriving Witchcraft" would note:
[In the year 301 of the Babylonian Kingdom, the mysterious Great Wizard of Alchemy and Truth, Grantham, first appeared in the giant forests of Bolkala. No one knew the true form of the Alchemy Emperor, nor why he harbored such intense hatred toward the evil witches.]
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"Pfft!"
Xu Zhi couldn't help but laugh out loud, nearly doubling over from amusement. "Brother, you've got an epic start to your second life! Just like Lilith's lover was stolen, your entire species was snatched away… Hope you can remember this humiliation and rise above it! 'Don't bully the youth, for fortunes change every thirty years!'"
Inside the lush forest, after the evil witches departed, another group of women dressed in plain black-and-white witch robes appeared cautiously from the shadows.
"The witches of the Rose Church have left. I can't believe they were so cruel to these adorable creatures... Wait, there's actually a survivor?"
More witches!
They found me pretending to be dead!
I'm finished!
My innocent slime body is going to be ravaged!
Li Shengjiang despaired completely. But surprisingly, this group of witches seemed entirely different from the last. They gently picked him up and took him back to their small hideout.
These witches appeared quite destitute, living together in a small hidden house. They discussed things secretly and kept him purely as a pet.
Taking advantage of his status as a "pet," Li Shengjiang secretly began learning their language.
After all, he wasn't Xu Zhi, who had the Insecta Hive Mind for automatic translation. He had to painstakingly start from scratch. Furthermore, he soon realized this world had a miraculous power called witchcraft. Witnessing these girls using all sorts of incredible magical abilities fascinated him deeply.
Three years passed quietly like this. Li Shengjiang gradually mastered the local language.
But life as a pet was quite difficult.
"This game is insanely hardcore—I have to eat, sleep, and even learn a whole new language from scratch! It feels exactly like I've truly traveled to another world. Even more terrifyingly, my senses of pain and sensation are automatically set to 100%! If I die here, I'll experience pain as vividly as in real life. If I'm tortured by locals…"
This harsh reality made him cautious, avoiding reckless actions as he slowly began to understand the world.
In this world, evil witches ruled, and men lived in extremely low status. The seven kind-hearted witches sheltering him belonged to a small, secret resistance group known as "Elizabeth's Coven of Witches."
Here was their secret gathering place, where they nurtured him lovingly as a mere pet. The girls supported each other, vowing together to overthrow the oppressive Rose Church regime.
However, to Li Shengjiang, this whole scenario seemed rather amusing. These naive girls were clearly living in fantasy. After all, he had learned just how weak they truly were—the strongest among them, Elizabeth, was only a second-level witch.
One day, the seven adorable little witches gathered again in their secret base.
Merly, a blonde witch with bright blue eyes, spoke excitedly, "Elizabeth, have you heard? Slimes have officially become the second most popular witch's pet in the Rose Kingdom, next to Evil Eyes!"
Elizabeth, with long black hair and dark eyes, nodded eagerly. "Yes! Though disposable, they're incredibly popular because they're cute and easy to breed. Their numbers are already everywhere! They're sold for only ten Rose Coins each."
"So cheap! Many witchcraft materials alone cost more. My apprentice wand cost 300 Rose Coins! That's enough to buy 30 slimes!"
"I heard their appearance has greatly reduced the demand for men from our Babylonian Kingdom. The great Lady Lilith herself declared that the arrival of slimes has saved us!"
"Exactly! Slimes are practically our saviors! Their simple structure and rapid reproduction make them the perfect disposable resource for those evil witches."
The girls chatted energetically among themselves.
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My race!
I led my slime race into this world to reign supreme, not become disposable tools!
Li Shengjiang was grief-stricken. Hearing this discussion, he nearly broke down again.
A powerful man from the modern world, traversing to this alternate dimension with grand ambitions, had ended up with his species reduced to pets and slaves, destined to be tortured and sold cheaply.
He had utterly lost face!
And what was this nonsense about being a savior? They wanted to use his species to spare the Babylonian men from humiliation and torture?
He wanted to be a savior—but certainly not like this!
Finally, unable to endure any longer, Li Shengjiang spoke out clearly, startling the witches around him:
"If you're willing to help me, I can guide you to resist the evil witches, save your traditional witchcraft, and rescue my own slime race!"
The little witches immediately froze in shock, staring at him in disbelief.
Did that slime...just speak!?