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Slimes can Dream Too! - Chapter 1


Published at 11th of July 2019 11:32:13 PM
Chapter 1

Chapter 01 . I was born with a dirt spoon, next life born with nothing but dirt .



translated by iseuli
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Who was the one that claimed collecting good karma would allow one to reincarnate into kings and princesses?

What a scam .

I want to call the Netherland King or god of death and interrogate them . Hey, why are you discriminating? Are you implying that people born into dirt spoon families shouldn’t even dream of living the golden spoon life?

The country of my last life had a huge gap between the families of the wealthy and the poor . People were separated into a designated unspoken class in this capitalist country dominated by the Gods . From a certain point onwards, the classes were referred to as such: golden spoon, silver spoon, bronze spoon, wooden spoon, and dirt spoon .

There wasn’t a definitive calculated number to separate the classes, and the lowest of the low were the second generation dirt spoons .

These were the people who couldn’t afford to waste even a penny for bus fare and walked to work instead . They lived day by day in fear and worry over how they would manage to pay their monthly rent .  

I made a percent amongst the dirt spoon peasant class . I was the model dirt spoon citizen .

My entire family passed away from a car accident when I was 10 . I was too young, so all my inheritance was protected by my relatives . Somewhere along the way, my inheritance disappeared off into somewhere, most likely stolen by one of my relatives . So, I wandered from one relative to another my whole childhood .

At 18, I was kicked out of my relatives house . I lived on my own as I worked part time and attended college . However, I dropped out without a degree because I couldn’t afford to pay my tuition . As a result, I didn’t have any sort of education . Surviving this world all alone as a female was too harsh .

I was tired of living my life worrying over rent, so I overworked myself to death while I tried to afford myself a house on deposit(*) .  

The protagonists of the fantasy novels I’ve read met dramatic endings…

Some were stabbed in the back by their best friends, or suffered car accidents . Maybe they would discover an artifact by good chance, and an accident of some sort would lead them to their reincarnation .

I, on the other hand, died of overwork, undramatically .

I’m not the kindest human at all .



I was the type of person who would sneakily pick up 50 dollars from the floor as long as nobody was looking . I’ve only donated a bag of chips amount of money toward charity all of my life .

At the same time, I’m not the worst criminal . I’ve never stolen from others even when I didn’t have enough money to get by in life . I’ve never inflicted any sort of harm over my jealousy and envy toward those who lived an easier life than me .

I was a common everyday person you could find in Korea .

Simply being the model Korean citizen that wasn’t overly kind, nor criminal .

I wandered from one temporary job to another, I worked hard by sacrificing my sleep hours and managed to gain myself a permanent job . In the end, I worked too hard and died of exhaustion . I never knew my life would end so pointlessly at 25 .  

I know a person like me can’t become the center of the universe .

In novels, protagonists would reincarnate as royal princesses and nobles . But, not all people can expect to get the same treatment . There would be those born as a daughter to a normal family, or a woodsman .

Still .

But still, couldn’t I have been born as extra number one or two at least? 

I looked at my reflection against a golden nugget with a gloomy heart .

My smooth outer appearance was the furthest thing that could be from a human being . I was the furthest thing from even animals .  

What reflected against the huge golden nugget was a strange jelly like organism . The organism peered back with round eyes . The two eyes which stared back were too alien and atrocious to look at .  

I looked like one of those super balls that’s been melted slightly and decorated with a pair of eyes and mouth .

This strange organism was me .

Was it you Buddha, that took pity on my last life and decided to reincarnate me? Maybe the Goddess of Mercy? Haven’t I already suffered enough in my last life?

If I couldn’t reincarnate as a human, why couldn’t they have made me a cat or dog? What was this supposed to mean? I was born with a dirt spoon my last life, and I’ve been reincarnated again with a dirt spoon once again . No, I’ve been born with nothing but dirt . Must I live as dirt? 



I let out a deep sigh .

I’ve seen this sort of organisms many times in the fantasy games I loved so much in my past life . This was the cute monsters that would appear in the beginning stages of games and died against the weakest attacks . They were given various names, but typically referred to as slimes .

Each game had their own variant of a slime, but usually they were the type to be easily killed . Reincarnated, nothing has changed .

Simply put, I was the lowest of the low .

Do I have to live all my life being stepped and trampled on?

 “Bouncy? Bouncy, where are you?”

I used all my strength to bounce myself toward Elkiesel’s voice

Monsters are usually the hands and feet of the Demon King . The sanity of monsters who receive the Demon King’s powers would become twisted and attack humans and animals on instinct . Amongst the monsters there are those born in the territory between the realm of demons and gods- dragons . These wild monsters would grow without the influence of demons .

That’s my situation .  

I was so shocked with this world when the memories of my past life flooded into my mind .  

The first thing I saw was a ceiling that seemed to reach the sky . Countless black crystals hung down from the ceiling like chandeliers . I mindlessly stared at the dimly glimmering crystals which lit up the area .

Suddenly, I realized I was stepping on something shiny . I looked down to find rubies, sapphires, and jewels made of gold strewn about messily all over the floor .  

In my past life, I could only look at these sorts of jewels on the internet . I doubted that these were real and looked across the place without much interest . As time passed, I couldn’t help but notice a sound resounding at regular intervals from somewhere . When I trailed my eyes towards the source of the sound I found an enormously giant dragon .  

I fainted when I first met my owner, Karlgilm .  

Oh my gosh! Dragons actually existed!

I’ve seen a sample of obsidian during lab time at school before . Historically, obsidian were broken into sharp pieces and formed into weapons .  

Karlgilm’s scales looked like an endless mountain of obsidian linked together . In certain angles, his scales sparkled like diamonds .

The dragons of this world were very similar to the dragons described in the fantasy novels of our world . First, dragons were unreasonably strong . Dragons are referred to as the protector of the world because they kept the Demon King’s and Gods’ powers in check .  

My owner, Kalgilm has never awoken from slumber during my life here so I’m not exactly sure how strong he is . However according to Elkiesel, the lair manager, Kalgilm can kill a million troops with just a single snort of his nose .  

Elkiesel is an elf who can multiply one ant into a thousand more . It’s hard to believe all his words, but it seems true that dragons were indeed strong beings .

In all the fantasy novels I’ve read, dragons were prone to sleeping most of their lives . They would remain in hibernation for hundreds and thousands of years . Kalgilm had been sleeping ever since I’ve evolved .

This black dragon remained in his sleeping state while rolled up in a round ball with his two giant wings covering his body .  

Kalgilm’s lair was full of nothing but jewels because they were the food of dragons .  

From time to time, those with enough guts would invade the lair to steal the loot . However, there were the reasons that the dragons set a lair manager to protect the jewels against the thieves .

According to Elkiesel’s words, he’s Kalgilm’s lair manager and a ruthlessly strong dark elf .  

“Bouncy, everyone outside the lair fears me . ”

Elkiesel would brag about himself from time to time . In my opinion, Elkiesel’s naming sense should be feared . I don’t have arms and legs so I have to bounce around to move, but how could he name me bouncy? 

I hurried off to Elkiesel’s side who was waiting in front of Kalgilm .  

“Here, El . El . ”

Monsters usually couldn’t speak .

Especially not slimes who don’t have brain cells . It’s a miracle that I could speak at all . I could only reply in short words but I’m the only person in this place that could verbally reply at all so Elkiesel frequently conversed with me .

“Where did you go to play? I’ve said you must return to Kalgilm’s side by dawn . ”

Elkiesel crossed his arms and glared while nagging at me .

“Me . Not . Dumb . Knows . ”

“Kalgilm is asleep, but we must properly do our task . Okay, Bouncy?”

Can you please stop it with the freaking name, Bouncy?

In my heart, I really want to hit the back of Elkiesel’s head, but I’m just a slime the size of a football . No matter how hard I try and bounce, I can only reach Elkiesel’s hip . If Elkiesel were to kick me, I’ll fly far far away while bouncing like a ball .

Anyway, I must begin my work . I’m allowed to dwell in this lair because of this job afterall .

“Today I’ve brought you apple mint . ”

Elkiesel gave me the herbs he prepared for me ahead of time . I nibbled on an apple mint that was the size of my own body .

Slimes don’t have taste buds, but we do have a sense of smell and touch . I love the crunchy texture and refreshing smell .

Slimes have a tendency to momentarily manifest some properties of what they consume . My body turned into an apple mint color and smelled of apple mint .

I went over to Kalgilm’s tail . The tail’s outer scales spiked upwards . If a monster like an orc were to be hit by this tail, it would be instantly turned into ground meat .

I liked the end of his tail . The only portion I could reach and bounce up onto was his tail . I bounced up and intentionally spread out my body as wide as I could . My body that was the size of a football, looked like a puddle dozens of meters long . I tightly surrounded his tail and waited a short while .

The apple mint smell from my body enwrapped Kalgilm’s tail and my body absorbed all the dust that had collected on top of his body . I gathered all the foreign material and melted them until it disappeared completely .

I slowly moved all around Kalgilm’s body to clean every nook and cranny .  

Yes .

I’m a dragon’s professional scrubber .

A living bubble bath .  



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