Fan Zhuo closed his eyes in despair, waiting for his soul to be torn apart and his body to turn to ashes under the final judgment.
One second.
Two seconds.
……a minute passed.
Yet, the expected divine punishment never came.
The Holy Power inside him, meant to chastise him, continued to flow steadily, even… emanating an unprecedented sense of joy and comfort?
Fan Zhuo snapped his eyes open.
He immediately looked inward at his soul. The “Ring of Purity” shackle that had hung there for three years was still present, but it hadn’t tightened; instead… it seemed… to have loosened slightly?
Why?
Why was he not being judged when he touched a female monster?
Suddenly, a ridiculous yet bold thought struck him like lightning, shattering the chains of his three-year imprisonment of thought.
The rule was: 【No physical contact with ‘females’】.
The word “female,” in the Ancient Doctrine of the Holy Teachings, specifically referred to intelligent female beings with human bloodlines.
It was an innate imprint within the native souls of this world.
But he was Fan Zhuo, a transmigrator from the twenty-first century!
In his soul’s understanding, monsters were monsters—they had never equated to “females.”
And this thing that had “tasted” him from head to toe just now… was a slime, a monster! Not a human!
The rules of this world couldn’t judge the soul recognition of an outsider like him!
At the moment he understood this, the once dormant Holy Power inside him seemed to find an outlet to vent; it suddenly surged with vitality, joyfully rushing through his body, growing even faster than during his usual rigorous cultivation.
Come.
Come.
Fan Zhuo felt the growing power and the strange sensation of being wrapped in a soft, gelatinous substance. An uncontrollable thought surged up:
To hell with my pure body! To hell with not touching females!
I’m done with women!
Monster girls…hell yes!
With that thought, the Holy Power inside him exploded, transforming into a warm, pure golden aura that radiated from within.
The pink gelatinous substance greedily enveloping him trembled violently, as if scalded.
The once violent, desire-filled corrosive sensation instantly vanished, replaced by a sense of shrinking back and… shyness?
The slime wrapping him stopped writhing; a deeper blush appeared on its pink body, as if it were a mischievous girl caught in the act, and even its entwining movements became cautious.
The pink gelatinous mass gently trembled and slowly separated, revealing Fan Zhuo wrapped inside.
“What… what is going on?” Old John’s eyes widened, nearly dropping the wine jug in his hand.
In his decades as warden, he had never witnessed such a bizarre scene.
The Slime Queen Alfea during her mating season was as aggressive as a dragon, having dissolved countless guards alive.
Yet now, she shrank into a shy little girl?
Fan Zhuo slowly stood from the pink gelatinous mass. His clothes were soaked by the slime, but miraculously, he was completely unharmed.
The golden aura on his body still flickered faintly, like a protective shield.
“N-no… that’s not right……” A soft, tender voice came from the pink slime, tinged with obvious shyness and confusion.
“I… I didn’t mean to…… I just smelled something so fragrant………”
The slime’s body began to change. The pink gelatinous substance gradually condensed into human form.
First appeared a delicate face, with big blue eyes and long fluttering eyelashes.
Then a slender neck, full breasts, and a waist that could be grasped in one hand……
But strangely, her body remained semi-transparent and gelatinous, with pink liquid flowing inside.
Most enticingly, she wore nothing, her perfect curves fully revealed to Fan Zhuo.
“Alfea, you behave yourself!” Old John shouted as he frantically searched for his lightning gun. “Get back to your cell now!”
But the Slime Queen completely ignored him, those large, watery eyes fixed on Fan Zhuo with curiosity and confusion.
“You… you have a very special scent……” Her voice was as soft as cotton candy, “It makes me want to… want to get closer……”
She tentatively stretched out a semi-transparent hand to touch Fan Zhuo’s cheek.
Fan Zhuo instinctively tried to pull away, but suddenly remembered his recent discovery.
He stopped, allowing the soft, cool hand to brush his face.
Sure enough, the “Ring of Purity” within him gave no reaction; instead, the Holy Power grew stronger.
Alfea’s eyes instantly brightened, like a child discovering a new toy.
“It feels… so good……” she whispered softly, the other hand also reaching out to gently caress Fan Zhuo’s cheek and neck, “This feeling… I’ve never had before……”
“Hey, hey, hey! Are you crazy, kid?!” Old John finally found his lightning gun, but hesitated at the sight before him.
The Slime Queen showed no aggression—instead, she clung tenderly to the new trainee cleric like a spoiled kitten.
“I… I don’t want to hurt you……” Alfea’s voice held a hint of grievance.
“All those humans before, whenever they got close, my body fluids dissolved them… but you……”
She looked confusedly at her own hands.
“Why don’t my fluids affect you? And… why does it feel so good……”
Fan Zhuo looked down at his uniform—indeed, the clothes were soaked but showed no signs of corrosion.
Apparently, the Holy Power not only protected him but neutralized the slime’s acidity.
“Maybe……” Fan Zhuo tentatively raised a hand and gently stroked Alfea’s head.
He wasn’t entirely sure why but could only offer a casual guess. “Because we share some special bond?”
The Slime Queen’s body trembled instantly—not with fear, but pure joy.
She became more transparent; the pink liquid inside flowed rapidly, like a rhythmic heartbeat.
“So warm…………” she closed her eyes, pressing her whole body against Fan Zhuo. “No one’s ever touched my head like this before……”
Old John was stunned, the wine jug slipping from his hands and crashing crisply to the floor.
“This… this isn’t magic……” he muttered. “How can the Slime Queen be so… docile?”
At that moment, hurried footsteps sounded down the corridor.
Several guards in black uniforms rushed over, each gripping specially crafted Magic Weapons.
“Warden! We received an alarm, C-07 Cell.…”
The lead guard’s words faltered as he took in the scene, which utterly defied his understanding.
The infamous, bloodthirsty monster was now clinging to the new trainee cleric like a doting girlfriend, obedient as a lamb.
“Watch out! Rookie!” a guard instinctively shouted, his face full of terror.
“She touched you! Quick…”
The shout was cut off abruptly.
All the guards instinctively took a half-step back, some closing their eyes, bracing to face the divine light of judgment.
They had heard and even witnessed how those with “pure bodies” were instantly incinerated to ash by the heavenly punishment upon touching monsters.
But one second passed.
Two seconds passed.
The corridor fell deathly silent; the anticipated divine punishment did not come.
The guards cautiously opened their eyes and saw a scene that would be forever etched in their memories.
The rookie cleric was not only alive but still gently stroking the Slime Queen’s head with adoration.
“He…… he’s not dead?”
“The divine punishment? Where is the divine punishment?!”
“This… this is impossible!”
The guards stood frozen on the spot.
“It’s okay…” Old John waved his hand. “You all go back first. I’ll handle this.”
The guards exchanged glances but obeyed and retreated.
The corridor returned to silence, only the faint sound of slime shifting remained.
“Um……” Fan Zhuo cleared his throat. “Alfea, could you go back to your cell for now? I just arrived… and I still have work to do.”
Alfea lifted her head, her big eyes full of reluctance.
“But… I don’t want to leave you…” Her voice wavered with tears. “It’s so hard to find someone I don’t hurt…”
Fan Zhuo’s heart softened.
From Alfea’s words, he could feel a profound…loneliness.
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