I’m not exactly a modest or reserved person by nature.

Honestly, I want to be popular. I want to be praised. I want to be respected.

I don’t think any of that is inherently bad or embarrassing.

I also want money so I can live comfortably.

But right now, I’m... a slime, goddammit!!!

Before I can even get popular! Before anyone praises me! Before anyone respects me! I’ll get hunted down!

At this point, there’s really nothing I can do about it.

If I don’t want to be hunted, the only choice is to live quietly without standing out or making a fuss.

On top of that, now that I’ve gotten pretty good at using my slime abilities for all sorts of things, I’m in a position where the authorities might start paying attention to me.

Being targeted is seriously annoying. Spare me.

Besides, even if I did become popular, with this slime body... my (censored) belly button would be sticking out proudly or something. (The rest is omitted.)

If I’d reincarnated with cheat abilities and as a handsome guy, I could’ve enjoyed the popularity route. I might’ve aimed for S-rank adventurer. I might’ve gone all-out on building a harem. I might’ve made a ton of money and built myself a mansion.

But right now, I’m... a slime, goddammit!!! (Second time)

Now that I think about it, why a slime?

I’d really like to ask that god or goddess sometime.

"Hey~ Why exactly~ did you turn me into a slime~?"

"Haaaaah..."

I let out a long, deep sigh.

"Yabe! Hide deeper in there!"

Irina pushed me further into the back alley.

Priests were running down the main street.

"Where has the Apostle gone?!"

"We must find him and express our gratitude!"

"If possible, we would be honored to receive his divine teachings..."

Who the hell is an Apostle?! Isn’t the image of an "Apostle" usually more like an enemy? Is this because I’m an anime fan?!

After that, Irina and I went around to all seven churches and healed nearly 1,000 people.

We’d introduced ourselves everywhere with "We’ve come at Lord Bonteak’s request~", planning to pass ourselves off as people from the Bonteak clinic. So why did it turn out like this?!

"No, Yabe. That’s pushing it..."

"You think so?"

"Even though many people were already on the road to recovery thanks to Lord Bonteak’s help, you suddenly healed over a hundred critically ill patients—who couldn’t be cured with antidotes or medicinal herbs—in a very short time. There’s no way to explain that except as a divine miracle."

"I don’t have even a shred of god’s power though. I’ve never even met a god. But I guess gods probably exist. After all, turning a person’s body into this is definitely the work of a god."

I showed a bit of anger with a rapid slup slup.

"Then I must thank the gods."

"Why?"

"Because thanks to them, I was able to meet you, Yabe."

Irina turned toward me with a dazzling, cloudless smile.

"Irina..."

We stared at each other for a moment and the mood was getting nice when loud voices came from the main street again.

"I thought I saw him come this way."

"Oh, it’s the guys from the western church. What’s going on?"

"It’s a miracle! God has descended!"

"What?!"

"It’s exactly ’The Miracle of the Fortress City Ferbein’!"

"Pffft—!"

I’m not even an Apostle anymore—I’m straight-up being treated as God Himself!

"Over here too!" "Same on our side!"

"He was wearing a robe with a female knight as his attendant!"

"We must find him no matter what and witness that miracle again!"

The Church is dangerous!

I get that I used a massive recovery power, but the Church’s bad habit of labeling anything beyond their common sense as "God’s work" is really something!

"What should we do, Yabe?"

For now, let’s change our outfits.

"Let’s buy some clothes somewhere. You’re wearing knight-style armor, Irina, so put one of my robes on over it."

I pulled a spare robe out of my sub-space compressed storage.

"O-okay."

She put on the gray robe. With that, the female knight attendant was gone.

Now, what to do about me...

"Excuse me! I heard the ’Apostle of Miracles’ is around here!"

"Bufo—!"

The miracles are multiplying on their own!

"He saved both me and my mother! I wanted to thank him somehow..."

"Yes, we also want to express our gratitude. We heard he came this way..."

"He might be someone who doesn’t like making a big commotion."

Yes! Exactly! So please just leave me alone!

"He might be resting in a back alley somewhere. Let’s search the side streets too!"

Guhhaa—!

They say he doesn’t like commotion, yet they’re planning to search every back alley. Isn’t that a contradiction?!

"Y-Yabe, this is bad. It’s only a matter of time before they reach here too!"

This is bad! It’s been a while since I had a "Yabe-chan" moment! What do I do?!

"Let’s search this area as well."

This is seriously dangerous! What now?!

"Ah, I just remembered!"

"W-what?! What is it, Yabe?!"

"Let’s go! Slime-style Combat Technique Ultimate Secret Art Victor Bringer!"

"Hyowaa—!"

I spun my energy around, slipped inside Irina’s robe, and clung to her back. Then I coated her limbs with my slime body.

"Aaah, Yabe is restraining my arms and legs... kuk, ravish me!"

"Been a while since I heard that one! You’re firing it off a lot today!"

With that, I leaped from the spot. The momentum easily carried us to the roof of a two-story building.

"Woah! Y-Yabe, that’s amazing!"

"Shhhhhhhhh!!"

Don’t shout so loud, they’ll find us!

The priests came flooding into the alley we’d just been in.

"That was really close..."

"You’re seriously being treated like a god now, Yabe. Wouldn’t it be faster to just go out and say ’I am God’?"

"Who the hell is God?!"

"Hm?!"

Crap!

The priests were looking around.

For now, I’ll control Irina’s body and travel across the roofs back to the Corna Margrave’s residence.

"Take that!"

"Waah!"

Jumping from roof to roof made the robe flap around and was hard to move in.

"This is annoying. Let’s take it off."

I removed the robe and stored it in sub-space.

"Yabe is taking my robe off... kuk, ravish me!"

"You just heard it a moment ago and you’re already spamming it."

I reshaped the slime body that was clinging to her using Victor Bringer, imagining an incredibly cool female warrior-style armor.

"Take that!"

"Hyowaa~"

Feeling good about how much easier it was to move, I leaped from roof to roof like some phantom thief. In my excitement at breaking out of the tight spot so dramatically, I failed to notice something important at that moment.

Irina’s armor had a half-plate on the upper body, but the lower half was a miniskirt that showed her thighs.

Also, it was broad daylight, not the middle of the night when phantom thieves usually operate.

And just because it’s another world doesn’t mean people don’t look up.

I would only realize these things a little while later.