When a person wakes up naturally, it signifies the start of a beautiful day.
Assuming there is no Chicken King, that is.
Celia stood in the Backyard, pinching her nose. The once-level ground was now a complete mess, covered in the traces left behind by the Crimson Giant Chicken.
Although the chicken meat had already been butchered and distributed to the Village, the ruins of the battlefield remained.
“Priestess, please step back.”
Elent was holding a broom, sweeping the Backyard.
“Leave this filth to me. Although the amount is quite large, if you give me just one day, I can definitely restore this place to its original state!”
As he spoke, Elent brandished the broom, causing a cloud of dust to fly up and forming a localized dust storm in the narrow space.
Celia immediately ran into the house.
“Stop,” Celia shouted through the glass.
Elent stopped his movements and looked toward Celia with a blank expression.
Celia sighed as she looked at that idiot who only knew how to use brute force.
One day?
And she would have to endure a whole day of noise and dust?
Absolutely not.
In this Other World of swords and Magic System, was there really no cleaning method that could replace manual labor?
Using Elemental Water? No, that would only turn the Backyard into a quagmire.
Using wind elements? Elent had just demonstrated that; it would only create a dust storm.
What else in this Other World could clean things?
The name of a Magical Creature suddenly flashed through Celia’s mind—Slime.
While these Magical Creatures were bottom-tier trash in combat, in certain unspeakable late-night readings, they were cleaning masters possessing skills like dissolving clothes!
If they could dissolve complex fabrics, wouldn’t cleaning a little oil and grease be an easy task?
If she just modified their behavioral logic slightly, wouldn’t they become fully automatic robotic vacuum cleaners!
No sooner said than done.
Celia walked out of the room.
“Elent, put down the broom. We are going to the Black Forest to catch a few ‘volunteers’.”
“Priestess, the Black Forest is full of Magical Creatures. Where are we going to find volunteers?”
“Never mind that!”
***
Celia and Elent walked through the Black Forest.
“Priestess, be careful. Although we are on the outskirts, there might be high-level Magical Beasts that have slipped through the cracks.”
“Relax, we’re just here to restock.”
Celia carried an iron bucket in her hand, her gaze scouting the surroundings.
The target appeared very quickly.
Behind a patch of grass, several green, translucent, jelly-like creatures were slowly wriggling.
These were the most common Slimes.
“I found them. They’re Slimes! Although these Magical Creatures are weak, they can cause big trouble if they aren’t cleared out in time.”
Just as Elent raised his sword to attack, Celia stopped him.
“Stop. Who told you to kill them? I want them alive.”
“Alive?” Elent was somewhat confused.
“But Priestess, what do you want these things for? You can’t eat them; they taste like undercooked snot.”
Wait, you’ve actually eaten them before?!
Celia ignored Elent’s terrible analogy and pointed at those Slimes, issuing an order to him:
“Go and catch those few. Be gentle, don’t break them. I want them round and plump.”
Elent looked puzzled but did as he was told. After all, this was the Priestess’s command.
“Guji?”
Several Slimes squeezed into the bucket, letting out confused sounds.
***
After returning to the Church Backyard, Celia poured the Slimes out.
As soon as these clumps of green jelly hit the ground, they tried to escape the yard.
“Don’t run.”
Celia extended a finger, and a ball of soft Saint Celery lit up at the tip.
The several Slimes felt the threat of death and subsequently gathered around Celia’s feet, shivering.
“Next is writing the program.”
Celia crouched down and placed her hand on top of one of the Slimes. As expected, it was soft, just like jelly.
Then, Celia injected her own Spiritual Power into the Slime’s body along with the Saint Celery.
A Slime’s brain was very simple, much like a blank piece of paper.
This meant that as long as Celia used her Saint Celery to destroy their original logic and replace it, they would perfectly execute cleaning tasks—if trash was detected, take cleaning action.
“Listen up.”
Celia branded this logic into the Slime’s instincts.
“From now on, the filthy things on the ground are your food.”
Following the injection of the command, Celia fed a trace of Saint Celery to this Slime.
“Guji!!!”
Having been nourished by the Saint Celery, the Slime’s body expanded slightly. Immediately after, it pounced on the nearest patch of oil stain, and then—
It became even filthier.
The first attempt was a failure.
“Damn it!”
Celia grabbed the second Slime to modify it.
This time, the originally stubborn stain was enveloped by the Slime and was completely decomposed in just a few seconds.
The Slime moved aside, leaving the previously greasy ground as clean and shiny as new.
“Success!”
What do you know, I really am quite a genius!
People used to say that laziness was the primary driver of technological progress. Celia hadn’t taken it seriously before, but now she felt there was some truth to it.
Celia followed the same method and rewrote the logic for all the remaining Slimes.
Soon, five crystal-clear Cleaning Slimes were born. They began executing cleaning tasks in the Backyard.
Chicken feathers vanished, bloodstains disappeared, and even the fishy smell in the air began to fade.
Elent stood to the side, watching this scene in utter shock.
These low-level Magical Creatures that originally acted solely on instinct had, under the Priestess’s hand, been washed of their filth, granted reason, and even taught how to work!
However, a question soon spiraled into Elent’s mind.
Cleaning the Backyard was a minor matter; it was just a matter of swinging a broom a few tens of thousands of times. It wasn’t a burden for him at all.
Why did the Priestess go to such great lengths, not hesitating to use Saint Celery and Spiritual Power to modify Magical Creatures?
She couldn’t possibly be doing it just to be lazy, right?
No, absolutely impossible!
The Priestess, who endured the burning of Saint Celery alone late at night and never forgot to temper her will even in a rainstorm, how could she act for such a shallow reason as laziness?
This talk of “rehabilitation through labor” was surely just a kind lie the Priestess spun because she didn’t want him to feel a psychological burden!
Elent recalled how the Priestess had called for him to stop earlier when he was brandishing the broom and kicking up dust.
At the time, he thought she was disgusted by it, but looking at it now, it was clearly because the Priestess couldn’t bear to see him waste his precious training time on such menial chores as sweeping.
The Priestess would rather trouble herself by venturing into the Black Forest and consuming her precious Saint Celery than see him waste his energy for cultivation on trivial matters.
“Priestess.” Elent looked at the girl lying in the chair drinking Happy Water, suddenly feeling quite moved.
“To think you would go to such lengths for my training… you are truly too kind.”
“Cough! Cough!”
Celia had just taken a sip of Happy Water and nearly choked on it when she heard Elent’s words.
“What are you thinking…”
Celia looked at Elent. This guy’s gaze was too sincere—so sincere that it made Celia, the culprit, feel a bit guilty.
“Cough, I mean, it’s good that you know. Just don’t do such inefficient, stupid things in the future.”
Fine, it’s not like I can say it’s because I wanted to be lazy. I’ll just let him keep misunderstanding.
Im pretty sure its because its noisy not just because shes lazy.