Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 131: Plan

Suddenly, the voice vanished.

The silence that followed was deafening, as if reality itself had paused for a brief moment. Lucas’s breath hitched, his senses sharpened, but nothing happened. No final words, no lingering echoes—just a void where the presence had once been.

Then, without warning, the slime in front of him lurched forward.

It tried to shift into its humanoid form, its body stretching, molding—but something was wrong. A strange glitch flickered through its transformation, like a distorted image struggling to load properly. Its upper body began to take shape—a faint outline of a woman, incomplete and flickering with static-like distortions—before it suddenly froze mid-transformation.

"I fail..." the slime murmured, its voice weak, almost defeated.

Then, in an instant, it collapsed back into its round, jelly-like form. The eerie tension evaporated, replaced by its usual, harmless wobble.

Lucas, still tense, exhaled sharply. "What the hell was that...?"

The slime bounced slightly, tilting as if thinking before responding in its usual cheerful tone. "Nothing! I’m fine! Just a little... error!"

Lucas narrowed his eyes. A part of him wanted to believe that was true, but he wasn’t convinced. That brief transformation—what had stopped it? And why had it sounded so... final?

The air still felt heavy, like an unseen force had just brushed past him, lingering at the edges of perception. Whatever had just happened—it wasn’t over.

Lucas let out a slow breath, forcing himself to shake off the lingering unease. Whatever had just happened with the slime—whatever that strange glitch was—he didn’t have the energy to unravel it now. His body still hummed with the remnants of divine energy, his mind exhausted from the series of overwhelming events. He needed rest.

With a final glance at the quiet forest around him, he turned and made his way back toward the cave. The soft sound of his boots against the dirt was the only thing breaking the silence, aside from the occasional squelch of the slime bouncing lightly behind him.

When he re-entered the cavern, the atmosphere was different. Most of the elves had settled in, exhaustion forcing them into restless sleep. A few still sat near the dimming embers of the fire, their eyes wary but dulled with fatigue. Sylmira was among them, her gaze lifting to meet Lucas’s the moment he stepped inside.

She studied him for a second, then simply nodded—an unspoken understanding passing between them. He didn’t need to explain anything right now.

Lucas found a relatively secluded spot near the wall and sat down with a quiet sigh. The stone was cool against his back, grounding him. The moment he let his body relax, the sheer weight of exhaustion hit him like a crashing wave.

The slime wobbled beside him, its gelatinous form pressing against his side in what could almost be considered a comforting gesture.

"Lucas," it whispered, voice softer than usual. "You’re okay?"

Lucas let his head rest against the cave wall, closing his eyes briefly. "Yeah. Just... tired."

The slime bobbed slightly. "Mmm. Good. Sleep!"

Lucas let out a quiet chuckle. "Yeah, yeah. You too."

The slime wobbled happily but didn’t move away. Instead, it stayed close, nestled beside him, as if making sure he wouldn’t disappear again.

As the dim light of the cave flickered against the stone, as the soft sounds of exhausted breathing filled the space, Lucas finally allowed himself to drift into sleep.

The weight of the gods’ interference, the uncertainty of his new power, the lingering mystery of the failed transformation—those were all problems for tomorrow.

For now, he rested.

The next morning, Lucas was woken by a firm hand on his shoulder. His instincts kicked in immediately—his body tensing, ready to react—but before he could move, a familiar voice cut through the haze of sleep.

"Wake up, Lucas," Sylmira’s voice was calm but firm.

Lucas groaned slightly, blinking his eyes open. The dim cavern light had shifted, indicating early morning. Around him, the elves were already stirring, preparing for whatever lay ahead. The exhaustion from the previous day still clung to his body, but the divine energy within him kept him from feeling completely drained.

He pushed himself up, rubbing his temple. "What is it?"

Sylmira knelt beside him, her emerald eyes sharp with determination. "We’re heading back to Raventhorn, Velmoria."

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "That’s a long way from here. What’s the rush?"

Sylmira’s expression darkened slightly. "Along the way, we’ll be freeing our people."

Lucas straightened, his sleepiness vanishing instantly. "The other elves that were sold?"

She nodded. "Yes. Many of our kind have been scattered across the region. We were all meant to be transported to noble households or underground markets, but because something went wrong at the drop-off, many of them are still being held in different locations. Some are in transit, others already in chains."

Lucas frowned. "And you have a way to track them?"

Sylmira gestured to a group of elves near the fire, speaking in hushed tones. "Some of us were separated but managed to gather information before we escaped. We have a rough idea of where they were sent."

Lucas exhaled. "Alright. So we’re raiding every slave trade we come across on the way back?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Exactly."

Lucas glanced around at the weary but resolute elves. They had been through hell, yet they were ready to fight for their people. He couldn’t help but respect that.

Then Sylmira turned to the small blue slime that had been quietly sitting beside him. "And we’ll need your help too."

The slime wobbled slightly as if unsure. "Me...?"

Sylmira nodded. "Back in the cavern, you were able to remove the seals that restricted our mana. We need you to do the same for the others we find."

The slime made a small uncertain noise, shifting its form slightly as if deep in thought. Then, after a moment, it turned to Lucas like a child seeking permission.

"Lucas, Lucas!" It wobbled eagerly. "Can I? Can I help them?"

Lucas looked down at the small creature, sensing its genuine excitement.

He let out a small chuckle, stretching his arms. "Of course. Do what you do best."

The slime quivered with happiness. "Yay! I will free them all!"

Sylmira nodded in approval before rising to her feet. "Good. Then we move at first light. We have a long road ahead of us."

Lucas sighed, running a hand through his hair. He had barely woken up, and the day was already promising to be eventful.

But he had to admit—he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Lucas stepped out of the cave, stretching slightly as the crisp morning air hit him. But as soon as he saw the scene outside, he froze.

Lined up in front of the cave were multiple horse-drawn carriages—large, sturdy transport wagons and more elegant ones clearly designed for nobles. Horses, well-fed and strong, stood tethered, their reins secured by cloaked elves moving in organized efficiency.

Dozens of elves, all wearing hooded cloaks, moved between the carriages. Some were loading supplies, others were checking weapons discreetly hidden beneath their robes. Despite their recent suffering, there was no hesitation in their movements.

Lucas frowned, glancing at Sylmira beside him. "Uh... are we under attack?"

Sylmira smirked. "No. These are ours now."

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "’Ours?’"

She nodded toward the carriages. "We took them from the slaver camp."

Lucas blinked. "You stole from the slavers?"

Sylmira’s smirk widened. "We liberated them. Everything here belonged to our people first—our stolen wealth, our resources, even these carriages meant to transport us as merchandise." Her emerald eyes gleamed coldly. "We’re just taking back what was ours."

Lucas let out a low whistle. "Damn. You really planned this out."

Sylmira’s expression shifted, her tone more serious. "We had to. The only way we reach Raventhorn safely is by blending in. These wagons, these disguises—they’ll let us travel through Velmoria unnoticed."

Lucas narrowed his eyes. "So what, we’re pretending to be slavers?"

Sylmira gave him a pointed look. "Correction. You will be pretending to be a slaver."

Lucas stiffened. "Wait. What?"

She crossed her arms. "Your face already looks like a criminal’s. No one will question it."

Lucas scoffed. "Gee, thanks."

"I’m serious," she said, unfazed. "Slavers and their guards aren’t always noble-looking. Some are just dangerous, rough men who can get the job done. You already fit that image."

Lucas frowned. "That’s just rude."

"But accurate," she shot back.

Lucas sighed, rubbing his temple. "So let me get this straight. You want me to pose as a slaver, so when we pass through cities or checkpoints, no one suspects anything?"

Sylmira nodded. "Exactly. If we show up as a group of free elves, we’ll be attacked before we even reach the capital. But if we disguise ourselves as slave traders moving merchandise, no one will think twice."

Lucas exhaled. "Fine. But I don’t have a slaver’s uniform, and I don’t know how these bastards act."

Sylmira smirked. "Don’t worry. We found plenty of ’authentic’ clothing among the things we took." She gestured to one of the carriages. "You’ll be dressed for the part."

Lucas groaned. "I’m gonna regret this."

Before he could say more, the slime bounced excitedly beside him.

"Lucas! Lucas! What about me?"

Sylmira turned to the small creature. "You’ll be in charge of removing the mana-sealing seals from every elf we rescue along the way."

The slime wobbled, its blue body shifting as if thinking. Then, suddenly, it turned to Lucas like a child seeking permission.

"Lucas! Can I? Can I help them?"

Lucas looked down at the little blob, sensing its genuine excitement. Despite everything, it still acted so innocently.

He let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, go for it. Do your thing."

The slime quivered happily. "Yay! I will free all the elves!"

Sylmira nodded approvingly. "Then we move out immediately. The faster we start, the more lives we can save."

Lucas sighed, already bracing himself for the roleplay of a lifetime.

"Dressing up as a slaver... Yeah, this is gonna be fun."