'I don't want to get slimy,' Noa mused.
The very thought of a jizz-like liquid that could burn his skin and bones touching him made him shudder.
He wanted to avoid them at all costs.
Of course, it wasn't like walking through the park, demanding full concentration from him.
But the more Noa ducked the shots, the less awkward his motion became.
The experiences he managed to accumulate since transmigration guided his progress and allowed him to learn the core of his abilities.
It didn't end there.
His attribute increase aided him as well, but Noa strived for more.
He ducked the spit that the green slime shot at him—its aim greater than his would ever be.
One after another, the colorful slimes took their shot.
They didn't allow Noa to close the gap.
Yet he didn't give up, changing his jumping patterns to swift sidesteps so he would lose the least amount of momentum.
Slowly, he neared them.
Each step made his task harder, but Noa prevailed.
