Slime True Immortal

In fact, Chen Yu's intuition was quite accurate.

Samuel took a deep breath, reached into the inner pocket of his mage's robe, and carefully pulled out a mysterious glass bottle.

The bottle held a clump of semi-transparent green gel, which looked no different from the ordinary slimes found everywhere in the swamp.

But Chen Yu still noticed something unusual. Faint silver light occasionally flickered within the gel, like starlight wandering through the gel, slowly absorbing the surrounding Mana.

Was this Samuel's trump card?

"After witnessing the astonishing bouncing ability those Slime Warriors displayed in battle, I kept thinking that the gel itself is a premium material, usable for cushioning, protection... in nearly every aspect of golem construction."

"But because the gel loses its activity quickly once separated from a slime's body, it has rarely seen application by mages."

"Even using traditional magical preservation, the cost was too high to make it practical."

"Until recently, when I tried to refine these gels using alchemy, I stumbled upon a mysterious formula by chance."

"His Majesty might think this is just a minor issue, but on the level of golem construction and magical engineering, it means we now have an entirely new type of versatile material."

He spoke faster and faster, tapping lightly on the bottle's wall. Where he tapped, the gel emitted more silver light, as if responding to him.

"It possesses all the natural properties of gel. It can be shaped arbitrarily, serve as a buffer layer between components, or act as an external protective layer to absorb impact forces."

"If we use it to replace most components in traditional golems—metal bearings, lubrication systems, joint cushions, and even the outer armor shell—we can manufacture massive golems at a lower cost that were previously unimaginable."

"Imagine using giant golem components as the internal skeleton, and Alchemical Gel as the muscles and outer shell."

"We will no longer need those expensive joint components or shock absorption systems, because the gel itself is the shock absorption system, and it's lighter to boot."

Samuel spread his arms wide. "When it lands on the ground, it's a towering gel giant. When it takes to the sky, the gel shell deforms and contracts, and it becomes a floating slime."

"It also doesn't require additional sealing layers or waterproofing to move freely in seawater, because the gel itself is an excellent sealing material."

Hearing this, Chen Yu thought, *That's actually true.*

No one knew better than him how useful gel was. He just hadn't expected Samuel to propose such a brilliant idea—using gel to replace golem components.

He asked with interest, "After replacing with gel, how much can the cost of a golem be reduced?"

Samuel placed his hand over his chest, took a deep breath, knowing the crucial moment had come, and bowed. "Your Majesty, after my repeated estimates, the cost of this plan can be controlled to within forty million gold coins at the very least."

Forty million gold coins was still an astronomical figure, but compared to the traditional cost of a Legendary golem, which often ran into the hundreds of millions, this price was unbelievably low.

Chen Yu re-evaluated the archmage before him.

*How did I only now discover that this guy is a genius?*

*And I've thought of even more possibilities.*

*This alchemical technique might also be used to solve another problem weighing on my mind—how to solidify my Dao Gel and keep it active even after it leaves the scope of my Dao.*

*The Dao Gel inside my body is essentially the product of the Embryonic Yuan Slime Dao combining with my own gel. Once it leaves the Dao's range, the Dao resonance gradually dissipates, eventually reverting to ordinary gel.*

*But if I can combine this alchemical process with my Dao Gel, I might be able to create solidified gel components that retain the characteristics of Dao Gel even after leaving my body.*

*Theoretically, the material properties of Dao Gel are far superior to ordinary gel. After being refined into Alchemical Gel, its ceiling would be even higher than Samuel imagines.*

*I could even improve the alchemical process, and after converting the empire's slimes into Dao Slimes, permanently solidify their Dao Gel with alchemy.*

*This way, the racial potential of the slimes would undergo a complete transformation.*

*In the future, even a newborn Slime would have better magical creature talents, stronger Mana affinity than now, faster wound healing, and natural resistance to most low-level negative status effects.*

*Slimes will completely transform from Black-Iron rank magical creatures to Bronze rank, or even Silver rank magical creatures.*

*I must sponsor this. Even if I have to go bankrupt, I must sponsor it.*

After Chen Yu introduced the concept of Dao Gel to Samuel, the man went into a state of pure excitement.

"Your Majesty, I cannot guarantee that alchemy will definitely be able to activate this mysterious gel, but I am willing to try at any cost."

He could already imagine what kind of performance a golem made with this Dao Gel as the base material for Alchemical Gel would achieve.

Chen Yu waved his gel hand. "Go for it boldly. The Empire will pour all its resources into providing you with everything you need."

Amid his excitement, Samuel did not let joy cloud his judgment.

He earnestly presented his request to Chen Yu: "Thank you for your trust, but such a massive golem construction project cannot be completed by the current mage team at the Swamp Shipyard alone."

"We have skilled enough craftsmen and enchanters, but we are still lacking in the actual fabrication of the golem structure."

"We need more mages to join this project, especially those Construction School mages who have studied in Dawn City. Without their theoretical support, and with only my and the dwarf artisans' groping in the dark, this process would be quite lengthy."

He also mentioned, "Currently, the output of Alchemical Gel is very limited."

"The alchemy workshop at the Swamp Shipyard only has four reaction kettles, and each can produce less than three pounds of finished product per day."

"If estimated according to the design scale of the Gel Giant, we need at least a hundred tons of Alchemical Gel to complete the first casting of the body."

"To achieve this output, we must recruit more alchemists and build larger-scale alchemy workshops."

"If possible, I would like to return to Dawn City for a visit, to seek an audience with my mentor from my days studying in the Construction School, personally explain the concept of this project to him, and invite him and those outstanding Construction School mages to come to the Empire."

"I know those mages too well. If they learn that the Empire is attempting to build an unprecedented Legendary Gel Giant, they will be intrigued."

Samuel spoke with complete candor.

He used to always think about proving to the mages of the Dawnlands that he was no less capable than them, that one person could achieve astonishing things even in the Merchant Alliance.

But now, looking at the gel in his hand, he began to find those competitive thoughts ridiculous.

Once this project was completed, it would create not just a war machine, but something that would redefine this era's understanding of the boundaries of golems and alchemy.

Completing this great project had become his greatest wish.

For this, he was willing to set aside his once-foolish pride, return to the Dawnlands, and invite those colleagues who had mocked him.

Chen Yu felt that this guy's ambition was even greater than he had imagined.

He wasn't just planning to build a golem; he wanted to directly empty out the centuries of mage expertise accumulated by the Construction School of Dawn City.

But even if those mages saw through this, they probably couldn't resist the temptation.

For mages who had devoted their lives to studying Construction Theory and alchemy, being involved in the construction of an unprecedented Legendary prototype creation was itself an irresistible invitation.

Still, he, the Slime Great Sage King, loved talent the most—whether it was talent he cultivated himself or talent from others.

He waved his gel hand, agreeing to Samuel's request.

Samuel's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and a smile spread across his face.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will not let you down."

After lingering in the Royal Palace for a while, he and Anvil hurriedly left.

He needed to return for a preliminary survey of the site for the new workshop, and then prepare to depart for Dawn City.

Chen Yu watched the two walk out of the palace, then crouched back onto his Throne, starting to fret over another problem.

Forty million gold coins was not a small sum either.

Every single gold coin in his little treasury had almost been pre-allocated to various project expenditure plans. Even he himself had to think twice before withdrawing any extra money.

Where was he going to scrape together these forty million gold coins?

He suddenly thought of the dragons.

Maybe he could first ask Oros to see if the Silver Dragon's lair would be willing to provide a loan for the Gel Giant project.

The Silver Dragons had been operating in the Astral Realm for many years, and their accumulated wealth was probably more than the combined treasuries of all the kingdoms on the Eastern Continent.

Given his friendship with Olivia, borrowing a sum of start-up funds from the Silver Dragon shouldn't be too difficult.

This was the benefit of having dragon lineage.

He immediately had Little Flower write a sincere letter on his behalf, briefly explaining the project he was planning and making a request for a loan.

After the letter was sealed, he handed it to a slime Messenger, instructing it to deliver it to Winterhold, from where the slime adventurers in Winterhold would send it to the southern kingdoms.

Watching the slime Messenger bounce out of the Royal Palace with a series of *squelch-squelch* sounds, Chen Yu mentally calculated the time it would take to reach the south.

He suddenly remembered Louisa's invitation and felt that he should make a trip to the White Horse Kingdom.

Just the written description of the harvest scene on the Golden Tassel Plain had already filled him with longing, not to mention that he had several other matters to discuss with Louisa in person.

The fallen shattered divine kingdom in the Forge Region did need to be explored.

The crown left behind by Casaric had been gathering dust in his treasury. The remnant Sun power on it might still have other uses.

...

The harvest on the Golden Tassel Plain was nearing its end.

Looking from the gentle slope of the plain, golden waves of wheat rolled under the winter sky, which was unusually clear for the Winter Year.

Neat rows of gel greenhouses lined the fields. The transparent film of the greenhouses shimmered with a green fluorescence under the sunlight, enveloping the wheat grains being dried inside in a warm, moist halo.

On the field ridges, farmers drove oxcarts laden with bundled sheaves of wheat toward the direction of the mill.

Further away, several windmills turned day and night, grinding wheat into flour. The flour was packed into sacks and stored in cellars, sealed with magic formations.

This way, without opening the cellar doors, the wheat flour could last for two to three more years while still maintaining its sweet aroma.

Today, Louisa had shed her usual queenly attire and changed into a simple, gray-blue traveling robe. Her hair was casually tied back, fixed with only a wooden hairpin. She looked like an ordinary scholar who had come from the Royal Capital to the countryside to inspect the farmland.

She walked slowly along the field ridge, her boots crushing the stubble left in the fields after the harvest, producing a crisp, crackling sound.

Celeste walked beside her, wearing a linen robe a shade lighter than Louisa's. She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight reflected rather harshly by the wheat fields.

Two palace guards followed a short distance behind them, but they didn't come close. They just hung at the edge of their vision, careful not to disturb the rare, leisurely chat.

"When was the last time we walked on this field ridge?" Celeste began lightly. "I remember when the wheat fields were all barren, and the ridges were overgrown with weeds."

Louisa looked at the fields and sighed, "Yes. When the Demons surged from the north, the farmers all fled. Vast stretches of farmland lay abandoned, and even the rabbits didn't want to burrow there."

"I stood on the slope back then and thought the White Horse Kingdom was about to become just a name in history books."

Celeste spread her hands. "But we won in the end, didn't we?"

Louisa nodded slightly. "Thank His Majesty for everything he has done."

She was well aware that, while she might be proficient in arcane principles, she was not a particularly talented ruler.

Whether it was reclaiming the kingdom or governing it, she relied on the His Majesty behind her.

If not for the food supplies from the Empire, instead of waiting for the Golden Tassel Plain to resume production, the Kingdom would have had large numbers of farmers starving to death on the wasteland this year.

Perhaps she would need over a decade to help the Kingdom through this difficult recovery period.

Of course, it was also possible that a few years after she became queen, she would be pushed to the guillotine by an angry populace.

Even now, there were ministers and nobles whispering behind her back, stirring up rumors that she had betrayed the Kingdom and allied with magical creatures.

But from the moment she became queen, Louisa had already decided to bear all the accusations and slander.

She wasn't sure how future generations would sing of her, and she didn't care. She was just walking down the path she believed was right, trying her best to keep everyone alive—nothing more.

Celeste seemed to sense her heavy thoughts and said softly, "Everything will be alright, won't it?"

Louisa stopped, bent down from the field ridge, and picked up a forgotten ear of wheat. She weighed it in her palm.

The grains inside were plump. It was truly delightful.

"Yes. As long as people have enough to eat, as long as the wheat can still grow, everything will be alright."

"I used to think this was just empty talk my father's generation used to comfort themselves, but now I find it's true."

Celeste smiled, her gaze falling on the windmills in the distance, as if recalling something.

"Remember our time studying in the Mage Tower? What amazed me most was that every morning you would order a cup of unsweetened rye tea, then grimace after drinking it, but the next morning you'd order the same thing, never changing your choice."

"That tea wasn't for drinking, it was for waking up," Louisa laughed too, tucking the ear of wheat into a hidden pocket in her sleeve. "Back then, I had just started high-level enchanting theory. The spells I had to memorize filled the entire desk. If I didn't drink something bitter, I couldn't hold out until afternoon tea time."

"I remember your teacher, the old rune master, Mr. Alders. Is he still well?"

Louisa's voice carried a hint of helplessness. "Very well. His body is too tough for someone nearly seventy. Just a few days ago, he was mixing alchemical potions in the workshop. I told him to rest, but he wouldn't listen."

"Those fellow apprentices from back then... Thomas went to a workshop in the Merchant Alliance, responsible for calibrating navigation compasses for oceangoing merchant ships."

"Vera married Blake. They both serve in the Border Corps now. Their lives are fairly stable. And little Will, do you still remember that guy who could never remember spells?"

Celeste nodded. "He went to the Dark Realm later, I think."

"That's right. He's now in charge of the daily maintenance of the Mage Tower in Darkness City. He's very serious about his work, a completely different person from when he was a student."

Louisa couldn't help but laugh as she said this. "I remember once he drew the runes backwards and set the podium on fire. Mr. Alders chased him all over the Mage Tower."

Celeste joined in the laughter. After she finished, she let out a long breath. Her gaze fell on the field ridge stretching into the distance.

"Those people back then... some have scattered, some have stayed, but at least they're all still walking their own paths."

"By the way, that invitation you wrote to His Majesty, did you mention the serious matter?"

"I did. But whether His Majesty will come, or when, I'm not sure." Louisa slowed her pace. "It's the end of the year. There should be plenty of business at the palace. He also has to manage the development of the Astral Realm."

"What if he comes right now?" Celeste laughed, raising her head to look at the sky.

A streak of green light, like a meteor, was tearing across the heavens.

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