The Strongest Conquest System

A sound unlike anything Azmond had ever heard before made its way into his ears.

"Mhmu!"

He practically snapped his head toward the source of the alien sound, and what he saw only proved his speculations to be true

A pitch-black creature with a round, jiggly body bobbed up and down on the altar surface as it looked curiously at the foreign guest.

"... A slime" Azmond had all but confirmed his theory as a deep sense of astonishment welled up within him.

He had actually encountered something that only ever showed up in the works of fiction he read in his past life! It was a frickin slime!

A smidgen of excitement overtook his apathetic expression before he approached the curious slimewith Boundless in tow, of coursethere was something oddly similar about her and the black slime, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was

** Jiggle Jiggle ** ** Boing! **

"..."

Oh That was where the similarity came from; those lewd slopes of hers were more than a little bit similar to the body shape of the black slime.

'I wonder if they feel the same as well?' He thought to himself with an interested expressionhe could clearly and vividly feel the two lumps of marshmallow attached to himand that only made him wonder whether the slime felt the same way.

However, his thoughts were interrupted by the slime in question approaching him of its own violation.

** Jiggle ** ** Jiggle **

Its body bounced up and down as it stopped right in front of him.

'They have to feel the same There is no way they aren't the same.' A 'Resolved' look emerged on his face before he bent down and outstretched his arms, looking to pick up the black slime.

He had no semblance of danger; he just wanted to confirm his theory He cared not if this action of his could result in him losing one or even both of his arms. After all, he could always make more with his 'Boundless Restoration' skill.

A skill that had officially reached level 2 a few hours ago! He had found a group of 'friendly' draconian soldiers that were more than 'obliged' when they 'offered' to assist him in his technique 'training'.

....

The slime looked at the unfamiliar creature stretching out its arms in its direction before it decided that there couldn't possibly be any harm in jumping in his arms, right?

So, that's exactly what it did as it landed in those firm arms of his while Boundless extremely reluctantly moved her curvaceous body to the vacant backside of Azmond. Her two perky bunnies sensationally scraped against the side of his body while transitioning spots.

He obviously felt such a tingling sensation through his thin robes, but he was too preoccupied with the curious black slime to discuss with Boundless what she did wrong.

He was a loyal man! He wouldn't fall for such temptations!

probably

*Humph! That'll teach you not to go giving up my spot whenever you see another random creature!*

The angry cat noises intensified as she slid onto the comfortable back of Azmond.

'Mhmm~. Well, this part of him isn't so bad either." She said with drool practically coming out of her mouth as she subtly groped his firm muscular back.

'This girl thinks she can get away with anything she wants just because she's cute, doesn't she?'

Even more blood spurted out of his forehead!

"Mhmu!?"

The slightly inquisitive slime residing on his arms became a little startled by the sudden overreaction of the foreign creature who picked it up.

Following such a spook, it looked up at the towering figure of Azmond with a mildly concerned look showing through its barely visible black eyes.

He saw the altruism emitting from the jiggly black slime and decided to gently pet the slime to reassure it that everything was fine.

However, when he conducted such an action, there were a few things swirling through his convoluted mind.

'They feel the same' He thought to himself with imperceptible smugness.

'But there is something else that concerns me'

His silly thoughts were soon swished away as something else slightly intrigued him.

'Why is this slime almost entirely black, while the slimes depicted on the monoliths and pillars are black and gold? This slime doesn't appear to have those gold horns and eyes that the ones on the engravings have either...'

'What exactly is going on here?'

...

"Is this black slime just a younger one than the ones depicted on the monolith's drawings, or is it something else?"

He brooded over the topic for a moment before he refocused his attention on the black slime that was the size of a watermelon.

"Do you have a name, little guy?" He asked with a small smile.

The black slime seemed to understand what he was asking as it jumped up and down while making more cute sounds.

"Mhmu! Mhmu!"

"Hmm Are you trying to tell me that your name is Emu? If so, then that is a very cute name." Kind words flowed out of his mouth as he continued to gently pet the black slime.

That was not what it was trying to say! It was trying to tell the foreign creature that it didn't have a name!

Not that it minded the name it was given! In fact, it liked it quite a lot...

Despite the bewilderment Emu felt when it was given its name, the very fabric of reality seemed to resonate when Azmond spoke it, and Emu unknowingly accepted it.

A bond that would last forever was made at that momenta bond that was formed unbeknownst to the two parties involved.

The two of them stood there, suspended in place, seemingly gaining a better understanding of each other without them even knowing it.

They stayed like that until Emu made a few abrupt motions while restlessly wiggling around in his arms.

"Mhmu!...?"

It made a few disorganized sounds as it noticed something that interested it greatlythat something being Azmond's storage ring.