The Legendary Farmer's
Chapter 16 - The Parasite

Paijo's breath was breathing great. Sweat all over his body. Panic and horror were clearly on his face.

"Damn! Why did it go like this?"

Paijo never thought that races who hated humans would respond quickly. It was not until an hour after the furore that occurred, the five races that were within the top ten of the list of strongest races were hunting Paijo. Their main goal is to eliminate Paijo from the face of Gedhetenan Land, one of the surefire ways to stop the development of a person or group. For whoever dies will be revived after one year of Gedhetenan Land. That means a whole year of time will be wasted.

Ten minutes had passed since Paijo had escaped from the pursuit of thousands of Zerenians who were about to take his life. Truly an amount that cannot be underestimated, especially for Paijo who had just climbed the world of Gedhetenan Land for one month. Slowly, Paijo peered out the window. The first thing Paijo checked was the sky. The goal was to look for the existence of a winged figure that continued to chase by means of low flying.

"It's a good thing that cockroaches don't roam the sky." Paijo was relieved to not find a single humanoid figure of the cockroach flying back and forth in the sky.

Paijo threw a downward glance. His position on the fourth floor of an uninhabited building earned him the best viewpoint. Down there, on the streets between the multi-storey buildings, dozens of humanoid figures of elephants and lizards were running around. Their eyes were thrown to and fro, trying to find a human figure who was none other than Paijo.

While on the streets a little far from Paijo hideout are seen the humanoid figures of bulls and cheetahs who are also conducting a search. From the basic level equipment that wrapped their bodies can be ascertained if the figures who want the death of Paijo is a new Zerenian.

"What have you done until you have chased them."

A voice suddenly flowed between the walls of the building that had been consumed by age. Paijo who heard the voice very clearly immediately turned around and pulled the short sword from its sheath. Paijo's eyes quickly scanned the entire room, observing each of its corners closely.

"Who are you?" Paijo firmly grasped the handle of his sword. Be alert and use all the senses in his body as much as possible. Be prepared if there is a sudden attack.

Instead of immediately answering, the figure who knew where his existence was laughing out loud. His voice was loud and echoed throughout the room that did not decorate a single piece of furniture. Realizing the laughter was quite loud, panicked and scared immediately stabbed Paijo. The reason is of course because the laughter can attract the attention of figures in the streets who are still back and forth looking for the existence of Paijo.

"Shut up! Stop laughing!" paijo growled with a stifled voice.

"Why does the expression of a creature like you always look funny when you're panicking and scared? Know it? An expression like the one you're showing it can always cheer me up."

"Funny?"

Paijo was confused as to what to comment. As a human being and in the eyes of a human being no one has ever regarded one's panic and fear as something funny or as a laughing stock unless one has a mental disorder.

"Is he a psychopath?" paijo asked quietly at the void around him.

After a brief analysis, Paijo's body shook violently because the speech that seeped into his eardrum was no doubt like a figure who was accustomed to killing lives in an unnatural way and made it a game. At the same time Paijo gulped, trying to wet his throat which suddenly dried up.

After the laughter rattled for more than a minute, the atmosphere suddenly turned silent. Not wanting to be ambushed and used as a play tool, Paijo pointed his sword forward. Paijo's eyes scanned every corner of the room without even flashing. Ready to face any enemy.

The corners of the room now feel so cold and gripping. Likewise with holes in the wooden walls. But that is not the main threat that lurks, but rather gaping holes on the roof. Anyone can launch a long-range attack from there. Or anyone can come ambushing from that high place.

Aware of being at a disadvantage, Paijo shifted slowly to the right. Step by step stand without making a sound to the corner of the wall that is still attached to the roof. Paijo deliberately leads to the position so that the opportunity to be ambushed from above turns to zero. But his thinking was wrong. His actions turned out to make Paijo's safety threatened. Just three steps away, there was something dripping on Paijo's body.

"What's this?" Paijo. At the same time, panic and fear also attacked him.

A light blue and transparent liquid had just dripped on Paijo's arm. Despite only having a cool effect on the skin, the seventeen-year-old quickly shifted to the side and rubbed the strange liquid with the other arm. Out of curiosity and wanting to know what liquid was hitting him, Paijo threw a look up. At the height there, right on the roof support frame, looks like a silhouette.

Paijo sharpened his eyesight, trying to figure out what was on it. From its shape that is only like a blob, it can be ascertained if the silhouette is not a Zerenian figure. What is mosnter? Paijo tried to assume. But if it is true that it is mosnter, how can the monster exist in a city covered in protective magic? It's weird and it doesn't make sense. So what exactly is up there? Is that a ghost?

"Don't think anything! I'm not a monster or a ghost!" the voice was heard again. This time his tone of voice was high and wrapped in anger.

Paijo. How could the owner of the voice know what had just crossed his mind? Not wanting to continue to be haunted by curiosity and fear over the owner of the mysterious voice, Paijo replies, "Are you up there?"

"Of course it's me."

Hearing the statement, Paijo was a little relieved. His fear subsided and the panic that had since been undermining his body slowly disappeared. Paijo felt like that because the voice that had resonated in the ear could be spoken to, and the figure that was up there was not a monster or a ghost haunting.

"If there's any business with me, come down!" pinta Paijo firmly.

"okay!"

The silhouette plunged free and landed a few meters in front of Paijo. While Paijo who never thought would be immediately responded, a little surprised to make it spontaneous away a step. But that's not what makes the situation change. Except what's in front of Paijo now.

"Eh! What are you really?"

"Why ask like that? Don't all the creatures in this world have unnatural forms?"

What the figure said is true. There were over a hundred and fifty races in this world. They have their own different forms and features. But still Paijo is not used to it. Especially against the figure in front of him who was the first time he saw.

"You slime?" chirps Paijo make sure.

"Slime's? Why does a race like you always call us that? Just so you know, there's no slime in my world. We don't even know what a slime is."

"really?"

"Of course it's true. And we are the race of Kotostos. Remember that's fine!"

"Cotostos? But you're still like slime." Paijo insisted.

The sticky liquid-shaped figure was silent. No one knew whether the figure was observing his interlocutor or not because there were no eyeballs in his disgusting body. Likewise with the voice-producing organ called the mouth.

For a moment the atmosphere turned silent. Neither Paijo nor the slime figure took the initiative to reopen the conversation. For Paijo this awkward atmosphere made him uncomfortable. His mind began to wander everywhere, especially towards feeling guilty. Paijo felt that way of course because realizing his words just now was quite painful. For that reason, Paijo was again vigilant and prepared for a fight that could happen at any time with the figure before him.

"Why is everyone always staring like that when they see us? You know, that offends us?"

The tone of the voice of the fluid-bodied figure rose and decorated with anger. Realizing this, Paijo moved away slowly, trying to make a distance in order to have a chance to dodge or fend off attacks directed at him. A smart decision considering there was no information Paijo knew from his opponent. It is better to be careful and always vigilant.

"Ma-af! But I never meant it that way." Paijo tried to keep the situation conducive.

"But your expression doesn't match your words. Know it? You're getting pissed at me. And if I'm upset, I always want to slash something."

Hearing the words of his opponent, Paijo increasingly shifted to the corner of the room. His grasp firmed up in the sword's grip, ready to swing if the situation worsened. On the other hand, the figure that had just been silent had started to make movements. Its viscous liquid form began to twitch, the longer it became turbulent and rising. Slowly but surely his form formed a pair of legs, a pair of hands, body and head to make it look like a humanoid. His body still looks transparent.

"Be prepared!" Black smoke emerged from the figure's right wrist. The smoke quickly crept to the tip of his hand, and in an instant a short sword appeared in the figure's hand just before the black smoke was absorbed back into the white bracelet.

"Tu-wait! I don't want to add any enemies! Can we resolve this misunderstanding peacefully? I really don't want to be hostile to a race like you!"

The slime figure did not immediately respond. He's pecking on the spot. His transparent eyeballs watched Paijo closely. Sometimes he snarled as if he was concluding something.

"alright. But on one condition."

"okay! Just one. Not more."

The figure before Paijo nodded. He was back in his own mind. His eyes looked back at Paijo. This time his eyes glanced over Paijo's body more carefully. Even the figure also approached and circled the object of his vision. An action that was never expected by anyone, including Paijo who began to feel uncomfortable over the behavior of the figure nearby.

"I want you to be my host." Slime's figure returned to voice after more than two minutes of observing every inch of Paijo's body with consideration. He also took a few steps away and went back to observing as if what was in front of him was an artist's masterpiece.

"Eh! the host?"

The figure of slime nodded steadily. His transparent eyes were filled with enthusiasm and hope. Paijo felt his head empty. The brain that normally conjures up all sorts of ideas and thoughts suddenly stops working. The reason is of course because of the slime statement.

Paijo understands very well what it is called a host. What made him shocked and unable to respond was the unreasonable request of the Slime. Anyone would behave the same as Paijo if anyone asked him to be a food supply for other creatures. No one wants to be a home for parasites. Yes, Paijo's brain finally responded and concluded that the slime figure in front of him was a parasitic creature.

"What else do you think? Want it or not? This is also for your safety. If you agree, I can help you escape and save your life from them. We don't have much time left. So decide quickly!" The figure of Slime urged. His rapidly changing and slightly elevated tone indicated that something was wrong.

Despite realizing something was wrong with the figure in front of him, Paijo did not care much and was more interested in the speech of the figure that could help him escape the pursuit of the Zerenians who wanted to finish his life. Without a second thought Paijo decided to agree on what slime wanted before him. Moreover, sooner or later his current hiding place will be found, and by then Paijo will be unable to do anything but accept his death.

"All right! I concur. I'll be your host."

A wide smile spread across the transparent lips of the slime figure. Concerns over the rejection that Paijo will throw now no longer adorn the corners of his face. "Thank you! You're so prepared!"

After storing back his short sword into the white bracelet, with a single leap and an extremely fast movement, the slime figure wrapped all over Paijo's body. His sticky liquid body smothers every inch of Paijo's body, wrapping from head to toe. Paijo who did not expect to be treated like something that was about to be swallowed alive could only thrash wildly before his gaze finally faded and became unconscious.