Who am I?
Yes, I'm Occam Chariot.
I love humanity more than anything else.
To me, I represent the side of humanity that I loved the most.
Indeed.
I have nothing but my humanity and I want nothing more.
It has been, it still is, faithful to me.
Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours when my soul crushed the depths of my heart, it was seated there beside me?
O humanity, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it! your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the misery corner of my fool's gold heart.
O my humanity, you're better than a well-beloved.
Because I know that on the day of my final happiness, you will be there, lying on my lap.
O my humanity.
So that you might once again enter my pyrite-woven heart.
"Where… am I..?"
And thus, my vision was upon the sky.
Not any normal sky.
It was a sky filled with every bit of the universe, a god-shaped cluster where the ineffable laughed and pranced, dancing in union. As if they were a part of something much more grand in the making.
I could definitely see that any human would find this maddening, but only fascination clasped my poor lonely heart at this moment.
It felt like I was watching a theater of reality, where the important cast melded with the harmony of their given roles. Everyone and everything had their chance to shine, some brighter than others and that was fine, because it gave a light to the ones that were left in the dark.
And there was me, the audience to this theatrical performance.
A faceless audience, someone—or something—that was excluded from the story.
Though, now that I took a good look at that performance, I could barely comprehend anything aside from the beauty that exuded from it. It appeared so grand, powerful, and beautiful that no words were able to describe it.
But then I noticed something. It seemed like the sight of that grand theater was distancing itself from me, as if I was slowly getting dragged out of the audience seat for little to no reason.
I screamed and pleaded to stay, but no voice bubbled out of my body.
I was scared that I would miss something important to this reality we were in. I feared that I would be left in the dark. I dreaded that my existence would only amount to nothing.
I got dragged faster and faster, accelerating further until the details of that 'sky' was no longer noticeable for me.
That was until I realized that I was actually falling.
Not until long, my body hit something before splattering all over the ground.
And then the realization hit me.
It was actually painful as fu-
"GRALBK!"
It felt like a nail was sadistically struck by an intercontinental ballistic missile instead of a hammer. Spiritually, it also felt like when a freshly cooked ramen cup fell onto a new suit that you just bought for a job interview an hour before you got called in.
Okay, that was too incompatible of a comparison.
But it didn't change the fact that I'm in a world of discomfort.
Such a level of pain rendered me bewildered, unable to think of the proper questions for this current chain of events; like what just had happened? Where am I? And many others sentences within my pending list of things I wanted to inquire about.
The stress turned me into a stasis existence for the next couple of minutes––
Now that thinking about it, how come I was able to think without a head? Given that the brain and spine of a human were the one who did all the thinking both consciously and subconsciously.
How did I know that I didn't have a head? Firstly, I can faintly see, hear, and feel my surroundings, but there was a lack of concrete evidence to the movement and how that information was gathered. For the second, I feel really bobbly, as if I was chucked inside a plastic bag full of jello, and now that jello had been splattered! This all sounds unscientific!
Well, that was uncharacteristic of me to think about it scientifically.
Wait, no, that's still a characteristic of me to think about it scientifically.
After all, what are the things that allowed me to thrive in my former world but logic and the underlying science within everything? The very thing that creates enough space for me to ponder about impossible fantasy?
Well, I still didn't know the very structure of my own body, but I bet a biologist would kill a senator to get their hands on me.
That train of thoughts eased my pain for a bit.
While I was overwhelmed by the realization I was having, my actual yet uncomprehended splattered body was converging all of its spilled parts, like some kind of self-repairing miniature nanomachine that one could easily find on the internet. It was quite freaky actually, much more than the first sight ribbon worms when they vomit their proboscis. Heh, the internet was such a wild place.
Overtime, I was also able to properly discern the surroundings with the light refracted from the surface of my body, surprisingly, as though my eye had been stretched in photoshop to cover every inch of my existence.
If the idea of having a 360 degrees vision sounds uncomfortable to you, then one could imagine how trippy and maddening it looked to have such a field of vision being the thing you start with in an unknown place.
I felt like becoming a living timelapse gadget.
Now that I'm sane enough to finally process new information, I commenced 'Operation: Water-Testing Habitation' before any intrusive thoughts won over my mind.
The missions were as follows:
Firstly, examine the surroundings!
Asymmetrical tall trees and prismatic greeneries that looked like it was taken straight from a fantasy world were silently presiding over my feeble existence.
Secondly, examine oneself!
For the purpose of this mission, I already concluded that my body was somewhat jiggly when I accidentally moved it around—while still not really knowing how to move around in the first place.
Seeing how my 360 degrees vision was familiarly balanced in composition when I stood still, my body would either be perfectly spherical or an oblate spheroid where the bottom half was compressed by the ground and my body weight.
Much like how my sense of vision works, I could sense even the slightest of vibrations that met the surface of my body. With it, the chirping of birds and critters were as high quality as the immersive surround sound system.
And if that isn't freaky enough, I found out that the comprehensive surface of my body also acted as smell receptors. The fresh scent of grass and morning dew were all over the place.
It also captured some weird and distinct smell that I felt like I wasn't supposed to smell. If my brain was working, I hypothesized that to be the smell of piss or pheromones that animals used to mark their territory and communicate with one another.
Wait, now that I'm focusing too much on my smelling sense, the world around me has become terrifyingly weird!
Incomprehensible, yet sometimes colorful patterns began to appear in the air, and those things became more and more condensed when I tried to smell the ground. It was as if I had been thrown into an eldritch enlightenment, waiting for the madness to seep inside.
That peculiar shenanigan made me incredibly anxious and stressed to the brink of throwing up, but nothing came out.. Instead, that sense of discomfort latched annoyingly throughout my entire body.
And so, I decided to move around to ease the discomfort. With the accidental input for movement that I enacted earlier, I tried to replicate it.
Because of that attempt, my currently comprehensible form was traveling in a single direction like a hard headed fish trying to move its flimsy plastic water-bag confines with its body.
It was the only method of movement that was available as of now. So agility wise, I could only move as fast as a toddler's walking speed.
Yes, wet grass slid over my body, permeating its coldness to the surface of my hard yet malleable skin–– That's quite the oxymoron, but that's just how I felt.
After some hardcore self-swinging action, I encountered a significant puddle of water amongst the fluttering drenched blades of grass.
I could somewhat see the form of my body from the edge of the reflection. It was grayish with a metal-like texture like the liquid form of mercury.
At that point, I wondered if I had turned into a sentient liquid mercury, but seeing how I had the texture of a homemade jello and not a depressing droplet of generic water, it wasn't likely.
Other things I noticed, I didn't really feel how heavy I was but for some other reason, it felt as though my body weight was enough to permanently flatten the grass and cave in the soil.
I didn't know how to explain further, but it seemed like I had become something of a Slime––
An otherworldly, sentient, weirdly heavy, gelatinous, living blob of a fantasy world's Slime!
All of the fear of the unknown that was creeping up to me up to this point became slowly overwhelmed by the insensible excitement that was building up.
I mean, this could technically count as that kind of reincarnation, right?
My starting place was a forest, which was realistically better than being thrown into some sort of a dangerous fantasy dungeon, and to become a slime on top of that?
I probably won't be meeting an ancient powerful lizard with special circumstances to get an early power-boost packet like the initial 'R' was, though.
Right, I actually really couldn't contain my enthusiasm at this point!
Again, while I'm somewhat of a dreamer for unnatural and impossible things, my mindset was still passionately grounded to realistic logic of life. Otherwise, I would have just jumped into an incoming truck to 'isekai' myself faster rather than just trying my best to thrive in the real world as I was before.
So, for the third or the last last mission of Operation W.T.H. — there was only one thing that was left to do.
To adapt and thrive in the new environment!
"Grobleroble!"
My dubious proclamation was swiftly swept by the gush of cold breeze.
I noticed that this jello body possessed some kind of method to produce an audible sound when I was thrown into this world.
I tried to reenact it, though it seemed like it wasn't as simple as it sounds. I'll try to look at this further later down the road.
Regardless, all of my memories from when I was a human were still intact. Especially the memory about how my head was introduced to a concept of a hole by a fast-traveling piece of lead.
Then, it was confirmed that I'm not in some kind of dream within a coma or other depressing things that could appear as a twist in the end of my journey!
As for my own unsettled business on earth, I already set a will that if I were to suddenly die one day, all of my wealth and monetary possessions shall be transferred to my family and siblings of seven. I already set which one got how much, depending on their dreams and circumstances about how they wanted to live their personal world.
After all, it was still my responsibility as the oldest to take care of my lil brothers and sisters even when I was abroad.
Now that I got reminded of it, I missed their occasional energetic flapping when we were on a video call––
Well, it took an annoying amount of effort to set all of those inheritance things, but I'm glad that my death won't be a burden to the world of living…
I didn't have a chest nor even a heart this time, so why did I feel that familiar extreme pain here right in every inch of my being?
No, it would be better to put this demeriting thought to an end.
My second life has been set to be something I should strive and look forward to, and I would most definitely put the same if not more than the amount of earnest effort as my humble life on earth. My former family would be able to survive without me. I'm not an important gear in that machine.
But thinking about their faces at my funeral hurt me more than it hurt theirs…
Though, I would be lying that I'm not curious about the shooter of the miraculous spell that made me unalive.
If I were able to go back to my former world sometime in the future, hunting those wretches should be the top on my to do list.
They would need a great reason to back up their action before I made them realize that a human can survive with only a single lung.
Heh, now with all of that clear and credible, let's move onto the most important topic!
I should be able to call out 'that', aren't I?
I still haven't confirmed whether this new world I was in was that of dragons and magic, but I should have 'that' regardless, aren't I? After all, it's not like every living being would just get reincarnated as a blob of metal jello out of all things.
Such a special existence as me, should be possessing some kind of 'that', right?
I should have undeniably possessed a 'System', right!?
And so, with all of my might, I screamed my will and thought about commanding the System to come forth.
Nothing happened.
How about 'status window', hmm?
Uh, nothing happened.
I tried to do it as audibly as I could.
"Grilubstem!" My body was thrusted upward from the sheer force of my calling. "Stwat Wundow!"
Nothing happened…
Did I just…
Got thrown into this place as a weird type of slime, with nothing but my memory from my first life…
And nothing else…?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
The frustration aside, I'm glad I was reborn with a whole new set of appearance—albeit, not really the best kind of appearance––
I've finally been freed from that accursed pair of eyes.