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Tensei Shitara Slime Scan

Isekai’d as a Useless Support Character (But My Slime Loves Me)

In the sacred kingdom of Elysera, under a sky blessed by twin suns and songs of angels, the Great Holy Ritual of Summoning was finally completed. A blinding pillar of light exploded at the center of the Grand Cathedral. The High Saintess Seraphiel, a woman of divine beauty and infinite patience, stepped forward with grace. Beside her stood the Female Chosen One, a young warrior with a silver sword and an expression sharp enough to cut demons. The light faded, revealing their long-awaited savior. The Male Chosen One. But what emerged from the divine light… was not what they expected. A young man in ragged pajamas, holding a manga in one hand and mumbling something about “panty shots,” stood blinking in the holy chamber. "HOLY CHOSEN ONE!" Seraphiel announced, her voice echoing through the stained glass halls. "Yo," said the man, scratching his butt. "Wait, is this… an isekai? SWEET! Are there elves?" Seraphiel, maintaining her saintly calm, bowed slightly. "Brave one, your destiny is to defeat the Demon King and save our world—" Before she could finish, the Male Chosen One turned and locked eyes with the Female Chosen One. Then—without hesitation—he lunged forward and tried to lift her skirt. Time seemed to slow. A hush fell across the cathedral. SLAP! The sound echoed like divine thunder. THWACK! A well-aimed kick launched the pervert into a stained glass window featuring the image of a benevolent angel. He crashed through it and landed in the holy fountain. "B-BUT THAT’S HOW IT STARTS IN THE MANGA!" he sputtered, coughing water. The Female Chosen One, glaring, muttered, “That’s the Demon King, right? We summoned the wrong guy.” Seraphiel pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “...Perhaps fate has a sense of humor.” And so began the chaotic journey of a very perverted "hero", a holy saintess barely holding it together, and a Female Chosen One who seriously considered joining the demon army instead.
Amonger · 1K Views

Its Dream or Reality?

Chapter 1–4: The Manhole, the Slime, and the Truth I was just an ordinary office worker—living the same routine every day. Until one afternoon… I saw it. A manhole cover, left open in the middle of the street. Before I could step back, I slipped. Darkness. And then... a voice. > "Why are you here?" I wasn’t sure. Maybe this was a dream. Or death. A glowing white figure hovered in the void, then whispered: > "You shouldn’t be here. Let me send you somewhere else." A blinding light, and my body vanished. --- I woke up. But something felt… wrong. My arms, my legs—they were gone. > “What… am I?” I tried to scream, but all that came out were strange, garbled sounds—like a broken radio signal. Then memories—maybe someone else’s?—flashed through my mind. > "Don't leave me… please…" Panicking, I leapt toward a nearby mirror. My reflection? A blob. Yellow. Slime. I was no longer human. Outside the ruined building I’d woken in, I saw something horrifying: A massive zombie, rotting and growling. And beside it… a glowing scythe. The pain in my head grew unbearable—then I blacked out again. --- > "Yo! Finally awake?" A mysterious man, cool-looking, stood beside me—holding the same scythe. I wanted to ask where I was, but my voice was still all noise. A man in a white coat walked over: > “Fascinating… this one isn’t just any slime. Could be one of his creations.” > “You mean him?” > “Yes. But its purpose? Unclear. According to its growth rate, it should already be dead.” Dead? But I was still moving—still thinking! > “I’ll take him to the Slime Research Facility.” And just like that, I was handed over like some experiment. --- The "Reaper" (that’s what they called the scythe guy) took me to a strange city. Tall walls separated it from the wasteland outside. Here, humans and slimes lived together—some working, some just… existing. As we passed by, a golden-colored slime with a chef’s hat suddenly approached: > "Why are you following the Reaper? Shouldn't you be cooking or something?" I responded with my usual radio-sound mess. But strangely… the chef slime nodded. > "Oh, I see. If that’s the case, no problem… but you’re lucky he didn’t slice you in half."
Eon_173 · 418 Views

Discriminated Slime Tamer

Riku's life on Earth was cold, cruel, and far too short. Born an orphan, mistreated by the very people who took him in, and abandoned to the streets, he endured every day in silence. At just fifteen, his life came to a tragic end—stabbed while trying to protect a classmate from a thief. No thanks, no happy ending. Just pain and a lonely death. But in the endless void beyond, a goddess appears—touched by his courage and quiet suffering. She grants him a second chance—not as a hero, not with overpowered skills, but simply in the hope that he might finally live a normal loving life. Reborn in the magical world of Antsalphia as Leif Holloway, he’s given what he never had before: a loving family. The son of two respected Tamers, Leif grows up in a peaceful rural town, surrounded by warmth, laughter, and friends. For the first time in his life, he feels like he belongs. Then comes the Tamer Initiation Ceremony—the moment every child’s potential is revealed. And Leif’s result? Slime Tamer. The weakest, most pitied tame in the world. Laughed at by other children, dismissed by townsfolk, and whispered about behind his back, Leif is once again faced with rejection. But this time, he’s not alone. With the unwavering support of his parents and a heart determined to prove himself, Leif vows to rise above the label. To show the world that even a "weak" Tamer can grow strong. That bonds matter more than rankings. And that a life worth smiling for... is one worth fighting for. His journey begins now... at the Grand Tamer Academy of Anteria Kingdom.
HalimawDXB · 1K Views
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