"Do you... have any objections now?"
All the Adventurers quickly shook their heads. The guild leaders, in particular, ducked their heads low, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Chen Yu nodded in satisfaction. 'That's more like it.'
'As I thought, a Slime's appearance is just too soft. It lacks any intimidating presence. At critical moments, I still have to borrow a dragon's might.'
'Although only the Black Dragon's head was formed from my Gel, with the rest being an illusion condensed from mist, the future holds promise.'
'Once my Gel Mimicry reaches a higher level, I might even be able to imitate a dragon's imposing aura.'
At this thought, Chen Yu's will shifted. The dense fog enveloping the area began to dissipate rapidly, and the massive body of the Black Dragon dissolved like a bursting bubble. His slime self reverted to a round blob and fell back to the ground with a SPLAT. He bounced elastically a few times before coming to a stop.
