Han Seori, with her night-colored hair tied up, looks at the lump on the tray.
On the tray, there lies a lump suspected to be part of the so-called âDamn Snotâ.
Seeing it, she feels her mind becoming slightly complicated.
It isnât the worries about the jelly-like lump, but rather âDamn Snotâ itself that is messing with her head.
âHamburgersâ¦â
She eats the crust without hesitation, even attempting to swallow the tray.
No matter how one looks at it, the fact that the tiny jelly girl was a âgrown manâ until a short while ago seems unbelievable.
Just in case, she tries adding other food as well.
She grabs a sandwich from Store S and swallows it whole. Luckily, this time, she doesnât swallow the tray.
She quickly swallows the paper bowl packed with ice cream and even the spoon. She gazes at the mint chocolate, wondering how she would react, but her expression remains unchanged. She even swallows things like an ice cream wrapper without a second thought.
Even with a paper straw in the drink, she puts it all in her belly at once, even eating the damp straw that had been soaked in advance.
She even takes the food in plastic containers and puts it directly into her stomach.
However, once she snatches the tray, she never touches it again.
It seems she has basic learning abilities, butâ¦
â⦠itâs hard to say if thereâs still the consciousness of an adult male.â
It seems a bit far-fetched.
What Han Seori hopes for is that she would open the packaging and consume it like a âhumanâ.
However, putting it directly into the lower abdomen from the start makes Han Seori sceptical that what is inside the slime girl is an adult man.
She does seem to have intelligence, though.
Itâs clear from the fact that she doesnât swallow the tray again.
Seeing the trimmed dried squid from the convenience store, she recoils in disgust, suggesting she has preferences.
Her attack abilities are feeble, and she seems easy to control.
Initially, âDamn Snotâ, who spat out slime, seeming very anxious, now seems to have adapted as she starts venturing out from its corner to look around.
When the door opens, she hesitates momentarily but then approaches the food on the tray, swiftly takes it, and leaves.
Watching that⦠it seems possible to tame her if food is delivered properly.
Although it is still unknown how much intelligence she possesses.
Yet, more than thatâ¦
Han Seori gazes at the photo taken up close of âDamn Snotâ.
â⦠Sheâs actually kind of cute.â
At first glance, her alien skin is apparent. Itâs hard to call it skin.
It looks soft, like jelly-like skin.
It even seems transparent enough to see the insides, so it has many flaws to call it skin.
It looks like a lump forming a single entity.
Organs or even a brain donât seem visible, so the way she moves itself is incomprehensible, butâ¦
âBecause it is an anomaly.â
Understanding the principle seems difficult.
But honestly, upon examining her appearance, Han Seori is a bit amazed.
Her small and petite stature is at a comfortable height to pet, and her face made of jelly is quite intricate.
Like a sculpted, wobbly face, it is difficult to read emotions but gives a very cute impression.
She seems to take a form that triggers protective instincts in humans.
But ironically, would this girl-shaped figure be aware that she is jeopardizing her own fate?
Anywayâ¦
Watching her escape from the corner, wandering aroundâ¦
âIt seems like she has adapted to this place by now.â
It seems like the time for a proper test is approaching.
To prevent her from wandering off to dangerous places, Han Seori has to find parts that are worth receiving âspecial managementâ.
Initially, there was a reliance on the consciousness of a man named âHan Hosuâ, but it seems unlikely, so other parts had to be found for utility.
If there hadnât been rumours about the boss going crazy, Han Seori wouldnât have gone through this trouble.
Han Seori sighs and suddenly looks at the wobbly jelly piece on the tray.
âWhat if I use this as bait to prove the misconduct of the boss?â
She shakes her head at the thought.
Because then, she wouldnât be any different from the boss.
It isnât even certain.
She taps the jelly piece on the shelf with gloved hands and heads out.
Having confirmed it isnât dangerous, she plans to enter the isolation room herself.
Itâs not like Han Seori is particularly captivated by her cuteness.
So she thought.
*Squish.*
Lately, without a throat to clear, the variety of foods entering my body makes me yearn to produce such a sound.
The taste of the packaging always feels a bit odd as I swallow everything whole to prove my worth.
Doesnât continuously providing food like this affirm my usefulness?
Especially the tremendous utility of even disposing of the plastic.
Honestly, even though I donât excrete anything, Iâm quite curious about where all these things end up.
Despite my limited knowledge, I understand well that this should be impossible.
It truly dawns on me that Iâve become inhuman.
Anyway.
They only touch me occasionally, solely to feed me, and nothing more.
Escaping from the sewer felt like a reward.
If nothing changes from here on⦠wouldnât that be the dream life everyone yearns for?
They take care of my meals regularly, freeing me from any responsibilities.
â¦Of course, it becomes a bit dull since thereâs nothing to do.
Here, thereâs not even a toy to amuse me with.
I wanted to count the stains on the ceiling, but in this claustrophobic space, not even a single speck of dust can be found.
It would be nice to have a smartphone here⦠But thatâs unlikely, right?
They say humans are creatures of adaptation.
When I first arrived here, I could never have imagined harbouring such thoughts.
While I sit here, blankly staring at the white ceiling.
I hear the sound of the door opening.
Is it mealtime already?
Though it doesnât feel like Iâve eaten much, my body seems capable of endless consumption, so I see no reason to decline.
â¦As long as itâs not that sliced octopus theyâve recently introduced.
However, contrary to my expectations, the figure that enters isnât carrying a tray.
The woman stepping through the door is smartly dressed.
With her warm smile and brown hair, she maintains her distance from me.
As she looks at me, I return her gaze.
Unlike those who came before, bulky with equipment, she appears almost vulnerable.
Realizing this fills me with a sense of joy.
Itâs comforting to know Iâm no longer seen as dangerous.
After exchanging looks for a moment, she extends her hand, offering a greeting with a simple âHello?â
Almost producing slime again unintentionally, I clamp my mouth shut, preventing any potential escape of the slimy substance.
Itâs a close call, but I manage to keep the jelly-like substance at bayâspraying someone with it would have dire consequences.
I struggle to contain my bubbling body, determined to prevent any accidents.
As I fight to keep myself in check, the woman, still contemplating, approaches me.
The woman stroking her chin now stands close, squatting to bring her eyes level with mine.
Up close, sheâs even prettier than I initially thought.
I wonder what she wants this time.
As I gaze at her, apprehensive,
She reaches out, slides her hand under my armpit, and swiftly lifts me.
Feeling human warmth for the first time in ages is startling yet comforting.
Because Iâm tense, her hand doesnât sink into me.
I manage to prevent my body from reacting as it does when ensnaring a crocodile.
Being lifted gives me a sensation akin to that of a cat being picked up.
Itâs somewhat embarrassing, yet my skin betrays no sign of my relief.
In the midst of this,
She starts talking to herself.
âDonât worry, itâs safe. Huh? What did you say?â
Suddenly, the womanâs casual chatter turns serious.
âPrepare the containment device. Iâll handle it⦠Letâs meet at the entrance to Zone D.â
Somehow⦠I get a bad feeling about this.
The woman holding me looks troubled and mutters,
âI still need more timeâ¦â
She sighs, holds me closer, opens the door, and begins to run.
With each step she takes, I wobble.
Feeling as though I might spill out if I relax, I huddle up, hearing a concerned voice from above.
ââ¦Do you understand what might happen?â
The ominous tone of her voiceâ¦
What on earth⦠is going to happen to me?
Fears long forgotten in the comfort of my previous life start to creep back in.
As we proceed, a sign reading âRestricted Areaâ comes into view.
The woman, now there, paces and gnaws at her nails, visibly agitated.
âWhy isnât he here yet?â
*Thump, thump, thump, thump.*
Simultaneously, footsteps begin to resound from the other end of the corridor, causing the womanâs expression to drop with disappointment.
After a nervous glance around, she looks at me with a troubled expression, sighs, and says,
ââ¦I donât know if youâll understand, but you canât leave from here, okay?â
With that, she opens the door to the restricted area and sets me down.
The door closes immediately behind us.
Silence envelops the space.
Iâm not sure whatâs happening, but I have a sinking feeling something unpleasant is about to occur.
The owner of those footsteps⦠probably.
Dreadful thoughts resurface in my anxious mind.
Looking around nervously, I realize the need to find a hiding spot, just in case the door opens.
Trusting a door that could open at any moment seems unwise here.
â¦Sure, the woman said not to come out.
But she didnât say not to go in.
Perhaps that means I should seek refuge within?
With that thought, I take tentative steps forward.
The creeping fearâ¦
â¦I try my best to ignore it, pretending to be an explorer.