Yet again, Earthlings were summoned.

A dying Time God, already half-corrupted, descended upon Earth with nothing but a single, blinking eye. No body. No mercy. Before he could explain why the other world was collapsing—or what happened—he died.
The chosen were cursed.
Each Earthling aged from 12 to 60 was reincarnated into another world.
Each was trapped in an isolated time loop.
Each was abandoned without answers.
Ganesh chose to reincarnate as the weakest race imaginable: a slime.
Not for survival—but because the system offered him a trait, very powerful:
Eternal Mastery [Mythic].
With every death, his body reset.
With every loop, his masteries, learned techniques, and pain carried over.
He awakened in a slime farm, where slimes were bred like cattle, harvested for food, and burned alive for amusement. He learned quickly.
He died quickly.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Across loops, Ganesh experimented with his own existence—
Fire Slime {Uncommon}. Water Slime {Uncommon}. Acid Slime {Uncommon}.
Elemental Slime {Rare+}. Spirit Slime {Legendary}.
Dragon Slime {Mythic}.
Even Primordial Slime {Divine}.
But strength revealed truth.
Humans had erased their own history using sealed artifacts.
Demons were branded as betrayers.
Gods fought unholy beings elsewhere—leaving their failures behind.
Beneath ruined cities and sealed fortresses, eldritch creatures waited—
Rituals granted power along with a curse.
Artifacts erased wills.
Faith was devoured before it could bloom.
And the deeper Ganesh went, the clearer it became:
The world had lost hope and was corrupted with Eldritch.
Even the sun and moon were taken over by Eldritch.
Now, as gods fall, timelines fracture, and ancient wars resurface, Ganesh must decide—
Will he save the world
Or will he follow the same path…
and become something unholy himself?
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The monsters tore through the barrier, their roars ripping the air apart.


"So, do you want to know what I can do?" Vaelioris asked, lips raised in a smug smile.


A tentacle lashed toward Young Slime like a whip.


"Demonic Surge." Power flooded his body as he twisted aside, the tentacle missing by a breath.


Young Slime surged forward, slipping between whipping tentacles. "Demonic Fist."


His fist connected—and the creature's head snapped back as its body was hurled away.


The spider's legs carved through the space he'd occupied a moment earlier.


"Demonic Fist." He smashed his fist into the fox's fist as it lunged at him.


"I'm not spending my Will on something this shallow." Young Slime rejected, to hand over his Will. He knew its importance. After all, he had suffered so much to increase it—even getting burned by Elder Slime's Fireballs.


Chapter 86 - Chapter 86—Shadow Of Tomorrow