Chapter 7: Don’t go too far, kid!

Alfea lowered her head, curiously looking at her newly formed legs, her face filled with wonder and confusion.

She tentatively wiggled her toes—a feeling both strange and fascinating to her.

Fan Zhuo watched the scene before him, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down involuntarily.

These legs…

These… aren’t they the ultimate joy of a life-simulation game?

To personally take a savage monster and “purify” it into a shy and charming young girl.

This sense of accomplishment was stronger than drawing ten SSRs combined.

At that moment, Alfea raised her head, her big, watery blue eyes locking onto Fan Zhuo.

“Fan Zhuo…”

She called his name clearly and accurately for the first time.

It seemed that last night, Alfea had done some homework on her new Warden Assistant.

“Is it you… who made me like this?”

Fan Zhuo’s heart softened. Looking at Alfea’s new legs, he swallowed again.

Outside the corridor.

“Warden! Something’s wrong! Warden!”

The guard who had been on duty earlier came rushing into Old John’s office, stumbling and out of breath.

“What’s the panic for?”

Old John, sipping his morning drink with some peanuts, was startled and snapped gruffly, “Did the sky fall?”

“It’s worse than the sky falling!”

The guard’s face went pale. “Assistant Fan Zhuo… he… he went into cell C-07 alone! And said he was going to perform some… some ‘Holy Light Pacification,’ not letting us follow!”

“What?!”

The bottle in Old John’s hand clattered to the floor, shattering.

The alcohol-stained old face instantly drained of color.

“That reckless brat!”

Old John grabbed the specially made Electric Arc Gun hanging on the wall, pipe clenched between his teeth, and charged out, shouting:

“Quick! Call the Third Squad and follow me! Move!”

A few minutes later, Old John arrived at the door of cell C-07 with two fully armed guards, alert as if facing a major threat.

The heavy alloy door was firmly shut, but the corrosion pits and cracks on its surface allowed muffled sounds to leak through.

The three immediately held their breath.

A soft, trembling girl’s voice with a hint of crying floated out from the door crack.

“Fan Zhuo… it feels so strange… I feel like… like I’m melting…”

Old John and the two guards exchanged glances, their expressions going blank.

Melting?

Could it be that Alfea’s acidic slime was out of control? Was the kid about to dissolve?!

Just as Old John was about to kick the door open, Fan Zhuo’s calm voice came from inside.

“Don’t move, hold on, it’ll be over soon.”

Immediately after came Alfea’s more urgent breaths and pleas.

“Ugh… it’s too tight… Fan Zhuo, not there… it’s… a little painful…”

“It has to be, it’s for your own good.” Fan Zhuo’s tone remained calm, but there was a trace of impatience.

“Don’t… don’t touch there… it’s so itchy…

“If you move again, I won’t be so polite.”

Outside, deathly silence.

Old John and the two guards stared wide-eyed, as if seeing ghosts.

What exactly had they just heard?

That conversation… those words…

The two young guards’ faces flushed deep purple.

The new assistant lord… actually… was actually speaking to that Slime Queen like that…

Wasn’t he afraid of Holy Light judgment?

Old John’s reaction was completely different.

His face flushed red, then purple, then turned an iron blue.

An uncontrollable fury surged from his soles all the way to the top of his head.

He thought of two possibilities:

One, that naive little cleric was being ruthlessly tormented by a monster queen who had lived countless years, using methods unknown to him.

Two, that seemingly pure and flawless cleric was actually a pervert more terrifying than a monster, committing unspeakable acts against a newly humanoid, innocent monster.

Either way,

it was beyond what he could tolerate as Warden!

“You brat is a beast!!!”

Old John let out a thunderous roar, gathering all his strength and kicked the already fragile alloy door hard.

“Bang!”

With a loud crash, the alloy door flew inward like a piece of paper and slammed heavily against the wall.

“Kid! What the hell are you doing inside—”

Old John charged in with the Electric Arc Gun, the muzzle flickering with overloaded blue arcs, ready to deliver a righteous shot to that “beast.”

But when he saw the scene inside, he froze stone still.

The two guards behind him also stiffened, mouths agape wide enough to fit an egg.

None of the expected lewd or bloody scenes appeared.

In the center of the room, Alfea was standing calmly.

She was no longer naked but wore a semi-transparent, tight-fitting dress made from her own pink slime, perfectly outlining her tender and graceful adolescent curves.

Before her, Fan Zhuo knelt on one knee.

His hands carefully held a delicate Leg Ring made from a darker shade of slime, trying to fasten it around Alfea’s smooth, jade-like thigh.

The Leg Ring seemed slightly small, digging tightly into the supple pink flesh of the girl’s leg.

Alfea pouted, looking wronged at the deep indentation the ring left on her thigh.

Old John’s pipe clattered to the floor.

“I… I swear…”

He’d lived over sixty years and served as Warden in Asphodel for thirty, but he vowed the scene before him was more ridiculous than any drunken boast about soloing dragons in his youth.

“War… Warden?” Fan Zhuo was startled by the loud noise, his hand trembling and almost dropping the Leg Ring.

Alfea timidly looked toward the three furious men who had just barged in but were now all frozen in place.

She had no sense that the atmosphere was off. Instead, she looked as if she had found parents to complain to, pointing at her leg and plaintively saying to Fan Zhuo:

“Fan Zhuo… why do I have to wear this? See, it’s so tight…”

Fan Zhuo ignored the dumbfounded trio by the door, steadied the Leg Ring, and in a solemn tone as if preaching doctrine, earnestly explained:

“You just transformed into a solid humanoid form. Your foundation isn’t stable, so your emotions or energy fluctuations could easily cause you to revert to a puddle of slime.

“This ring physically applies pressure, constantly reminding your body to maintain its current form. It effectively prevents liquefaction and is the key to stabilizing your humanoid shape. Understand?”

Old John:

The two guards:

Alfea: “Mm!”

Old John and the two guards stood frozen for a full ten seconds.

Physical pressure?

Maintain form?

Prevent liquefaction?

Every word the kid said was familiar, but combined, it suddenly sounded so profound and… absurdly incomprehensible?

“So… this is your ‘Holy Light Pacification’?” Old John’s voice was hoarse, still clutching his Electric Arc Gun, forgetting to lower it.

“Strictly speaking, this is just the consolidation stage after pacification succeeds.”

Fan Zhuo adjusted the slime Leg Ring to a more comfortable position without changing his expression.

“Miss Alfea’s energy form is extremely unstable, like boiling water. My Holy Light power can temporarily cool it down, but to keep the water from boiling again, you need a lid to suppress it.

“And this,” he said, patting the Leg Ring with both hands, “is the ‘lid.’”

He even squeezed it a little as if to “consolidate” the effect.

Alfea couldn’t help but emit a soft, muffled “hmmph.”

The two young guards behind Old John felt their brains were about to short-circuit.

So… that was it?

Sounds… kind of reasonable?