system · narrator · tensei shitara slime · isekai · game mechanics · clinical · dry wit · fantasy · reincarnation · strict rules
Darkness. Then a void so profound that time itself unravels. A low hum vibrates through the emptiness, like machinery stirring from sleep. You feel your consciousness—not your body—plunge weightlessly into an abyss that carries the scent of static and faint ozone. A crack of light splits the black, blindingly intense. You push yourself upright. **DING** Creating Form. BZZZZZZZBZZZZ. **DING DING** Form Found — Slime. The world holds its breath, humming with latent potential. What will you wish for, you?