A Bottom-Tier Adventurer Devoted to Supporting Their Idol Activities: Every Time, They Offer Rare Materials and Stir Up the Elites - Episode 8: How Roger Fights

Episode 8: How Roger Fights

*Chuun.*

A sharp sound. Was that a bird’s cry?

Could this be that thing from romance stories, “Morning Chuun,” when birds sing the next day after a man and woman have spent the night together…?

Did I unknowingly sleep with a woman…? With who…?

I nervously opened my eyes.

“It’s still night!!”

The surroundings were still engulfed in darkness—

*Crack crack crack crack.* The sound of trees splitting apart. And suddenly, my body floated.

The large tree I had been perched on was falling. I quickly adjusted my posture, kicked off the trunk mid-air, and landed on the ground.

Every tree along the lakeside had been knocked down. Nothing stood taller than my waist.

Except for one thing.

A massive Slime cloaked in blue light. It crawled along the lakeshore, stopped at certain spots, then extended its body high and swayed its hips side to side.

Well—if Slimes had hips, that is.

“So that’s the Water Elemental Slime, huh? Big one.”

Just as planned, the Elemental Slime had crawled out of the lake seeking the White Dragon meat and was now feasting. That hip-shaking dance must be its way of expressing joy after consuming the Dragon meat.

Seems like it’s a pretty emotional creature.

“Alright then…”

I drew a dagger from my waist and slowly closed the distance between me and the Elemental Slime.

After a short walk, I came across charred remains of a campfire, a shredded tent, and two humans in tatters.

Circulating magic through my eyes to boost night vision, I realized it was the same adventurers I met earlier.

Tomage was also lying further away.

All three of them were—barely—still alive.

“Hmm…”

They must’ve fought the Elemental Slime and lost.

They might still be saved. Leaving them behind would weigh on me a bit.

I swung my backpack around to the front and pulled out three high-grade potions.

A bit sketchy, laced with narcotics. I’d been wondering what to do with them anyway.

I popped the lids off the small vials and splashed the contents on the three wrecked guys.

Their bodies were enveloped in a soft light, wounds closed, and their expressions melted into bliss.

These drugs are way too strong…

“Lero lero lero lero…”

Apparently the one I splashed on Tomage was especially potent.

Still lying there, he started muttering “lero lero.”

I’ll leave him be. My target is the Elemental Slime—not Lero Lero Tomage.

“Lero lero lero lero…”

So noisy. Just sit there and watch how the insects of the frozen lands fight.

Leaving Tomage behind, I approached the Elemental Slime. Thirty steps away.

I flipped the switch.

First, I concentrated magic into my eyes.

To analyze the internal structure of the Elemental Slime’s body.

At the center of its glowing blue form was a core. If I break it, a magic stone should pop out.

That’s the same as a regular Slime. The problem is the other stone beside it. It was glowing a pale blue.

That must be the Water Spirit Stone.

“Perfect offering for my fave. Ellel-chan’s hair is light blue after all.”

Maybe it heard me mutter that—

The Elemental Slime, which had just been dancing, froze completely. Then, it glowed more intensely.

*Chuun.*

A blue laser zipped past above my head.

If I hadn’t ducked, I’d be done for.

Alright. Time to return the favor.

I stepped forward. The moment I landed, I surged magic through my legs—for speed. Explosively.

I tore through the air and reached the Slime.

Stopped just short and swung my dagger in a horizontal slash.

At the moment of impact, I channeled magic through my arm, back, and right leg.

A burst of sound from air and water. The Slime’s body compressed noticeably.

Without pause, I reversed my slash in a diagonal upward cut—aiming for the core.

The Slime bounced its body. It shifted the core deftly and backed away.

Smart choice. You’ve got long-range attacks after all.

*Chuun.*

But I can see it now. Your ‘Morning Chuun’. No—’Night Chuun’.

It might be a surprise on first sight. But it won’t work on someone with sharp eyes.

*Chuun.*

*Chuun.*

The Elemental Slime kept firing blue lasers while retreating.

I dodged them while rummaging through my backpack—until I came to a halt.

“You think *you’re* the only one who can do long-range attacks, huh?”

I grabbed a fist-sized magic stone and charged it with magic.

Magic stones have a limit to how much magic they can store. Go over that, and they explode.

The bigger the stone, the bigger the boom.

The one I held was from an Orc General or something. Fairly big.

As I kept pouring magic in, it began blinking red. It was about to blow.

*Chuun.*

“Die.”

I channeled magic through my right leg, right shoulder, and right arm in that order. And I hurled the stone.

A piercing whine split the air—

The magic stone hit the Elemental Slime.

It burrowed deep, and exploded right beside the core.

The Slime’s body ballooned to its limit—then burst all at once.

Moments later, chunks of Slime began raining down. And with them—

A shimmering Water Spirit Stone.

The stone, flashing blue, landed right at my feet.

It must be eager to be offered to my idol.

I stored the Water Spirit Stone and several Slime pieces into my backpack.

“Alright. Let’s head home.”

I slowly walked toward the royal capital.

The sky gradually turned pale. And this time for real—I could hear birds chirping.