Suddenly, I Became a Slime

Chapter 62: The Flying Whale

“What the… Why did the ‘Sky Whale’ show up so soon?”

The masked woman muttered in a voice that seemed to be frowning.

Her eyes appeared to be looking at the screen in front of her.

The screen only showed the huge tail of the whale flapping as it disappeared into the clouds.

She, too, was slow to assess the situation due to the unexpected event.

But.

It didn’t really matter.

It’s not like she had any loyalty to her ‘former’ workplace.

Setting off an incident according to the timer…

The timer itself was practically a ruse to fool all the branches and labs.

And it was a good thing for her that the Sky Whale was freely released and flying in the sky.

It would be even better if it went to a place with as many people as possible and made its presence known.

‘By the way.’

We need to hurry.

Originally, she had intended to start work earlier than the timer, so the preparations should be ready.

The ‘huge’ bait of the Sky Whale was thrown out on its own, but there will be no problem.

She doesn’t care about the bait. Her goal is to steal the anomaly called the 7496-KR “Girl Made of Slime.”

Since the Sky Whale was released earlier than expected, it seemed like she would have to move up the time to invade the lab where the target anomaly was located.

Originally, she had planned to carry out the work faster than the timer, but it was a little earlier than that, so it was slightly annoying. However, other than that, everything looked good.

In fact, even being released early… might be a good thing.

Isn’t a surprise attack the most effective in the first place?

As they say, to deceive the enemy, first deceive your allies.

Imagining what would happen from now on and giggling, she made a call somewhere.

“Move the plan forward.”

It seemed like she heard a sigh from the other side, but the woman didn’t say much as she was in a good mood and hung up.

Perhaps it was because she thought everything was going according to plan?

The woman’s mask quivered grotesquely with her distorted laughter.

Hmm.

How did Pinocchio escape from the shark’s belly? By the way, was it really a shark? Wasn’t it a whale? It seems impossible to move around in a shark’s belly… Wouldn’t it be a whale?

…It didn’t seem particularly important, so I decided to think about something else.

Anyway, whether it’s a shark or a whale, if it’s this big, it doesn’t matter.

Upon pondering, it seemed that it wasn’t Pinocchio who was eaten first, but old man Geppetto.

So I’m not Pinocchio but became old man Geppetto.

Then, is the solution to wait until Pinocchio comes to save me?

…I don’t think so.

If I ask, “Did you come to save me?” the answer would only be, “No, I was eaten too.”

Let’s put aside the minor point that I can’t even make a sound to ask in the first place.

Actually, I jumped in recklessly without thought because my insides were boiling, and it seemed to be aiming for me.

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But I couldn’t think of any good ideas.

Meanwhile, the first method that came to mind was making a hole in the whale’s body and escaping.

However…

That was blocked from the start by several realistic problems.

First, the place where I’m standing now.

Judging by the hardness I feel, it seems to be part of the bridge that the whale swallowed just now.

It was floating in some kind of liquid…

*Sizzle….*

With a small sound, it was slowly melting away.

This tremendous digestive power.

I wasn’t particularly surprised.

I could melt that much if I put it in my body, too.

The problem will be after the concrete I’m stepping on disappears.

I think what’s melting the concrete is probably the whale’s gastric juice.

Can I really survive if I fall in there?

Just because I can melt well doesn’t guarantee I won’t be melted.

Even if I turned into a slime, there’s only one life.

I didn’t want to recklessly go in and literally turn into a jelly.

Seeing Daesik and Sosik climbed up high (on my head and shoulders)… they probably think the same - if we fall in, there’s no turning back.

Putting aside the gastric juice island for now.

Let’s look around.

It’s dark and damp.

Of course, there won’t be lights inside the stomach.

It’s natural to be damp since it’s inside the body.

The darkness is understandable, but this vast stomach is way too wide.

It is so wide that it feels like I’ve become a piece of a raft floating on a lake of gastric juices.

It feels dark not only because my vision is limited but also because it’s so wide.

In this situation, finding the stomach wall and making a hole?

In the first place, there was no way to make a hole, and I couldn’t approach it.

Even if I could add acidity to the mucus I spit out, could I penetrate a stomach that can withstand gastric juices similar to mine?

It seems difficult unless I swallow it.

I’m confident I can definitely melt it if I swallow it, but…

So, for now, next.

The next thought that came to mind was a very classic method.

…The method of flowing like this and being excreted through ‘there.’

Or finding a way to the stomach wall somehow and escaping through the mouth could also be a method.

If I find the stomach wall, it seemed like it could be a way to either endure or escape through the front or back.

But there was one problem with this, too.

I don’t know if this guy excretes fragrant X through its smoke hole.

Above all.

This bastard flies.

It’s a giant flying whale, you know.

What if I’m excreted, and it’s high up in the distant sky?

If I’m unlucky, I might not become a fish cake but a puddle.

If things go really bad, I might arrive at Bikini Bottom while being submerged in the deep sea with bubbles.

…Isn’t that bad?

No.

*Sigh*

My jelly trembles.

I felt a little miserable that I couldn’t purely rejoice at seeing the mysterious and fascinating creature of a flying whale.

I also want to make a fuss while watching the sky whale from outside, but what I have to do is a dirty survival game.

…The ideal thing would be to somehow stick to a place that doesn’t melt and get help from Pinocchio.

I don’t know if that Pinocchio will be Han Seori, Kim Cheonsu, or someone I don’t know.

With my shabby knowledge, I couldn’t think of a way to subdue this huge flying creature, but wouldn’t they have something?

Then.

*Clang!*

*Slurp!*

*Splash!*

Strange sounds are heard.

As my mind, which was lost in thought, awakens, along with the fishy smell of gastric juices,

I saw something moving.

Wondering what it was, I checked, and Sosik on my back stretched out its tentacles and grabbed another large piece of concrete.

Perhaps because the concrete I stepped on was relatively small, when Sosik pulled it, the concrete I was stepping on slowly moved there.

Oh, there was a method like this.

I also thought about putting my jelly in gastric juice and paddling, but.

Maybe because it’s young, its mind seems unrestrained.

…It’s said that creativity is best when you’re young, right?

However, perhaps because it’s young, the speed at which the concrete moves forward isn’t very fast.

At times like this, an adult needs to step up.

I also stretched out my tentacles and pulled the concrete.

Then, the speed picked up quite a bit, and we were able to move to a somewhat larger concrete.

As I climbed up and stuck close, perhaps because it was a relatively high place, I could faintly see what was presumed to be the stomach wall in the distance.

I think it’s definitely the stomach wall.

In a space where everything slowly melts away, the only thing that would show movement would be its internal organs.

For now, let’s set the goal of getting there.

My eyes gradually adapt.

I planned the optimal route to reach the wriggling stomach wall.

First, go there with the concrete we rode on, then transfer to the next concrete and go…

Good.

I can go.

Although Sosik came up with the idea, in the end, it’s my role to come up with the detailed method.

As if its energy was drained from providing the idea or as if it was now telling me to figure it out, Sosik hung limply on my shoulders.

Daesik is still waving its arms on top of my head as if cheering.

…If there was popcorn, it would tear it open.

Sigh.

These little ones.

I told you, at times like this, an adult needs to step up.

I, who got back on the concrete we rode here, stretched out my tentacles towards the next concrete.

*Splash.*

It feels like riding a duck boat on a lake.

Ah, of course, I don’t have memories of riding one because there was no one to ride with, but wouldn’t it feel something like this?

It would be a similar experience if you released a school of piranhas into the lake.

*Splat!*

*Slurp!*

*Splash!*

With some squishy sounds, I proceeded through the lake of gastric juices with the two little ones.

When I saw it from the huge concrete, I thought it was close, but when I actually tried to go, it was extremely far.

It’s a case of an object being farther than you think.

But fortunately, I have a body that doesn’t get tired.

How long have I been going?

I saw something pink and wriggling in my sight.

…So, the internal organs can be this big.

As I looked at the wall made of wriggling flesh that was undoubtedly the internal organ of a living being,

Something strange appeared in my sight.

On the wall that was clearly the internal organ of a living being,

For some reason, there was metal attached all over it.

It was at a high place, so I almost missed it, but I can definitely see it.

…What’s that?

Was it not a sky whale, but,

A mecha whale?

It turned out to be an even more thrilling creature.

For a moment, I silently stuck to the stomach wall.

The soft, pulsating sensation was very… bizarre.

Anyway.

After sticking, I moved my body to check that strange place before more gastric juices seeped from the wall.

Perhaps… it could become a new escape route.

With the thought that it might not be so bad, I moved.