Finding a slime to take on wasn't a hard task. The place where he was spawned in was very quiet, eerily quiet even. Since he hadn't been exploring much, there wasn't many new things to discover. In a forest filled with just trees and green, the scenery was getting quite boring.
After locating his target, it was time to strike. Using his fist would be useless; he doubted that he had enough firepower to withstand his fist getting lodged inside the slime. So, Jacob grabbed a long branch from his ever-growing stick collection and lunged at the slime.
He was much quicker than before. His feet no longer feeling like a 90-year-old man on the way to the crematorium but more like heavyweights were locked onto his ankle. Improvements are still improvements.
The slime took notice, its fluid shape dodging the attack smoothly. It hopped around, side to side, observing Jacob.
Jacob gritted his teeth and went in for a second strike. He feinted left, then swung hard from the right with his stick like a makeshift bat.
Whack
The stick smacked the slime's surface with a wet slap, ripples running through the gelatinous mass. The creature let out a high-pitched gurgling screech. Jacob yanked the stick back before it could get swallowed into the acidic goop.
Okay, progress.
A bit of the stick was melting off, but no biggie. He went in for another swing, and another, and then a final blow.
The slime was left a squashed mess on the floor. He managed to defeat it without a plan. Granted, he felt like shit, but that was one conquest completed.
"I did it! Take that you flesh sucking loser!" Jacob exclaims with joy.
Not satisfied with just one kill, Jacob continues tracking down any lone slime he could find. On his fifth kill, he notices something strange.
"What's that?" On top of the liquidity mess of death left by the slime, there was a round, light green, jello-like circle.
God of War sends a message
"Slime core, don't touch it, it's highly acidic. It can be used as material for clothes or weapons for either poison resistance or poison damage."
"How would I be able to use it if I can't touch it?" Jacob tilts his head with confusion. Exactly on cue, his back pocket lights up. He reaches out his and picks up the guide paper he stuffed in their last time. The words from last time were replaced, new ones get written in real time.
"So, it seems like you unlocked dropped loot. Lucky bastard. Most creatures have an incredibly low chance to drop their cores. In most cases, cores can be used for weapons or armors, but in really rare cases, they can even be used to summon familiars. Don't get too excited though, you just have a regular slime core."
Jacob who was reading with a deadpan face "..."
"You might've been wondering on how to even use such an item? Well lucky you, simply tap the desired weapon onto the core and if the object is suitable, the traits will be applied."
"So hypothetically, if I decided my desired weapon was a half-melted stick and simply tap it on the core, I'll get a leveled-up weapon with new traits? Sounds awesome."
"Well, a stick would probably be one of the worst objects to use such a rare item on. Especially if it's already that beat up."
"Where will I find a good weapon in such short notice? Stick and I have been through a lot alright; I've grown attached."
"Jacob, getting a slime core is 1/1000, are you really sure you want to use it on a…plain old stick?"
"Hell yeah I do!"
God of War sends you an item.
God of War sends a message
"Moronic human, you really can't do anything without my help."