The party approached the town of Oozewell, and even the stoic Zaun couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. From the city gates to the tavern shingles, everything seemed… unnervingly jiggly.
Lita, taking in the sights, muttered,
"I always forget how much this place obsessively adores those slimes."
"It's efficient, Lita!"
Erwin replied, gesturing to the market stalls.
"Look at the variety! Slime core heaters, slime membrane raincoats, even Slime Gel Hair Wax for that 'all-day hold.' They've turned the weakest monsters into a flourishing economy because they're near a natural spawning ground. It's a masterclass in resource management!"
As Erwin watched in fascination, Ed trembled at the endless jiggling.
"It's… gross… EEKK!"
Gela patted his shoulder and cast a soothing skill to ease his discomfort.
"Oh, poor boy. Even the jiggle of the slimes triggers his entomophobia. Here, a little help to calm you."
Lita, holding a jar of "Slime Jam," wrinkled her nose in disgust.
