Lee Gun was surprised.

The slime jiggled in annoyance and suddenly grew in size. Then, it opened its mouth and swallowed the armor suit.

Kwah-jeek!

“…!”

The shocked Hugo couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The reason for his reaction was simple. ‘That thing has a mouth?’

The slime didn’t care about Hugo being surprised. It held onto the armor. The armor suit mightily struggled inside the slime.

Kwah-jeek! Kwah-jeek!

Sharp teeth erupted from the armor suit. However, the slime was very elastic; it expanded like rubber to avoid damage. 

Hugo nervously looked on. The slime was an all-purpose tool that acted as Lee Gun’s familiar. If it suffered damage, Lee Gun's weapon-making process could get hindered.

“It's trying to break through!”

Unlike the nervous Hugo, Lee Gun just furrowed his brows. “This bastard...” He was angry at his slime for some reason.

Lee Gun approached his holy item, which was having a good time, and pulled at the slime’s face as if he were pulling melted cheese. Then, he yelled at it, “Slime! Spit it out! It's dirty! Ptooey!”

As if it understood him, the slime decided to digest the armor.

“…!”

It even burped.

‘I told it to spit that out.’ Lee Gun had never seen this before, so he was also surprised.

His slime could remember the forms of anything it put in its mouth. It could change its shape through those memories. To take this further, the slime seemed to eat everything it liked.

Normally, Lee Gun didn’t care what the slime ate, but...