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Who would believe it? I maxed out all my credit cards and even took out high-interest loans, just to change my fate in a virtual game. But I cried in despair when I rolled the only "Mythical" character on the server, simply because I got the most garbage race in the game—a Slime! If it were you facing this desperate start, you might have done what the original owner of this body did: hang yourself from the ceiling with a rope in a slum apartment out of despair. Fortunately, the one taking over this body now is a soul from another world. My name is Lohan. In my previous life, I was a cripple bedridden for years, covered in tubes and relying on machines to breathe. So, when I felt the rope marks on my neck, I didn't despair. Instead, I smiled. "Even if this world is a wasteland, and even if I start as just a ball of slime, at least here, I can control my own life." In this cyberpunk world where the rich live in sky domes breathing pure oxygen while the poor wait to die at the bottom wearing cheap gas masks, my only hope for a comeback is the Elysium Neural Helmet in the cardboard box in the corner. This is a phenomenal online game with 1.5 billion players worldwide, where in-game gold coins can be directly exchanged for real money. Some people became Elves or Paladins and got rich overnight. But because of the AI's random allocation, I became the bottom of the food chain in the game. I put on the helmet and felt weightless. When I opened my eyes again (or rather, sensed my surroundings), I had no hands, no feet, and no eyes. My vision became a magical 360-degree panorama. I had become a blue jelly. [Name: Halon] [Race: Slime (Mythical)] [Class: Devourer (Mythical)] [Level: 01] [Bio-Mass (Experience): 0 / 100] There were no fancy starter weapons and no cool skill trees. I was surrounded by identical blue Slimes. Like mindless vacuum robots, they kept rolling on the grass, digesting it into bare dirt. I tried to imitate them, controlling my jelly-like b
