GameDev Reincarnated into His Own Creation

Vol 2 - Chapter 25: Flush

Then, one by one, they grew still. The convulsions stopped, and the slimes began to sink, their bodies losing cohesion. They softly bobbed down beneath the water's surface, melting into formless goo. Their cellular structure—or whatever passed for it in these abominations—dissolving completely.

As the last slime died, their remains dissolved into the water, creating a disgusting mixture that resembled sewage more than anything else. The basement now contained a murky, viscous soup of former slimes and dirty water, with the merchant's goods still submerged in the revolting liquid.

"Yuck," Celia said, wrinkling her nose at the foul smell rising from the basement. She sheathed her rapier and stepped back. "Someone needs to pull that drain now."

Vel looked at Celia, who was already backing away toward the stairs, making it abundantly clear she had no intention of wading into that filth.

He turned to the merchant, who returned his gaze with an expectant expression.

"I... paid you to do this," Belwin said, gesturing vaguely toward the offensive mixture.

Vel placed his palm against his forehead and slowly dragged it down his face. Of course it had to be him.

Vel groaned as he waded toward the drain, each step sending ripples through the disgusting mixture. The foul odor intensified as he disturbed the surface, making him hold his breath. Gritting his teeth, he extended his arm down into the murky soup and twisted the iron handle to open the drain.

Immediately, the mixture began to swirl and flow toward him, creating a powerful current that threatened to unbalance his already precarious footing.

"Ugh!" Vel jumped awkwardly sideways, splashing through knee-deep slime residue to avoid becoming the center of this revolting whirlpool.

The vortex formed quickly as years of drainage engineering did its work, creating a powerful suction that drew the dissolved slimes toward the now-open drain.

"Thanks the gods I didn't reincarnate as one of them,"  Vel muttered bitterly, standing waist-deep in slime residue.

The comment seemed directed at no one in particular—though if someone had been watching closely, they might have caught the hint of self-recrimination in his voice.

As the water level dropped, it revealed the true extent of the damage. Residue clung to every surface—walls, floor, wooden beams, and merchandise alike. A thin film of translucent slime covered everything, glistening in the dim light. The basement floor emerged wet and sticky, coated with the remnants of their extermination effort.

Vel sloshed his way back toward the stairs, each step accompanied by an unpleasant squelching sound from his soaked boots. He paused at the bottom step, deliberately shaking each foot to dislodge some of the clinging residue.

"Well, good luck with the cleaning," Vel said to the merchant, who looked horrified at the state of his basement.

Belwin's face fell as he surveyed the aftermath of their slime elimination strategy. Though effective, it had left an entirely new problem in its wake.

Vel glanced down at his pants, now thoroughly soaked up to mid-thigh with filthy water and dissolving slime residue. The formerly neat Academy uniform was ruined, at least for today.

"I feel bad for Hileya when she cleans this and the questions that she might have," Vel muttered as he contemplated the mess he'd made of himself.

Vel trudged alongside Celia as they entered the Lona Guild Hall, his boots making an unpleasant sticky sound with each step. The dried slime residue had crusted over his once-pristine Academy uniform, creating stiff patches that crackled when he moved.