Re:Crafting in Another World
Chapter 58: Abnormal

Chapter 58: Abnormal

Shennong stared at his hand. Midnight-colored goo glistened on his palm, strange and cold. It pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat—no, like something alive. His eyes narrowed as he tracked its shimmer back to the massive blob in front of him. Towering twice his height and just as wide, the jelly-like monster oozed with a cosmic glow. Floating specks of Lunamarite danced inside it like stars in a void.

And inside that shimmering body...

His golden pickaxe.

"You..." Shennong growled, his eyes glowing faintly with rage. "Give me back my pickaxe!"

The blob didn’t speak—but it acted as if it understood.

It jiggled mockingly, as if laughing, its gelatinous form rippling like a taunt. Shennong’s grip tightened. The pickaxe wasn’t just a tool—it was a part of his body. He had wielded it for as long as he could remember, the handle molding to his hand as he grew, the weight of it as familiar as his own heartbeat. It wasn’t a normal pickaxe—not to him. It was an extension of his will, his strength, his very being.

It was the only thing he had ever since he first opened his eyes except Yenissa.

Rage surged through him like fire, but it didn’t cloud his thoughts. Instead, it focused him more. He reached behind his back, fingers wrapping around a slender, long silver sword. Its blade shimmered with the light of Lunamarite that were reflecting through the walls, thin but deadly. He shifted into his fighting stance—body slightly bent, sword resting against his shoulder.

The blob pulsed again. It had felt the threat.

"You thought that was my only weapon?" Shennong smirked. "Guess again. Because I have lot more waiting for you."

From its surface, the blob extended a tentacle—no, a vine-like blob tendril—lunging at Shennong with breakneck speed.

SWISH!

Shennong twisted to the side, and with one clean slice, cut it in half. The goo splattered across the cavern wall behind him, sizzling slightly against the Lunamarite-infused stone.

And then—he charged.

The blob writhed in surprise, its gelatinous body pulsing as it reformed, lashing out with tendrils—dozens of them now, moving like striking serpents.

FWIP!

SLASH!

SWOOSH!

CLANG!

Steel flashed in a silver arc.

Shennong’s blade met every strike like lightning against thunder. He ducked low beneath one, spun through the next, and let a tendril fly over his shoulder before he cleaved it clean in two. Purple goo hissed as it hit the ground, burning the cavern floor.

( "It’s faster than before. It’s adapting..." )

He grit his teeth, sweat flinging from his brow as he parried a wild strike. His boots struck the ground hard, kicking up Lunamarite dust that shimmered in the half-light like stars. Every footstep was a beat in the rhythm of battle.

( "But that core... it’s right there." )

His eyes locked onto the pickaxe suspended deep inside the blob—glowing, untouched, calling to him.

"You’re not getting away!" he shouted, voice sharp with fury.

He exploded off the ground, sword raised high above his head. The cavern air rushed past him as he rocketed toward the center of the beast.

"RAAAHHH!!"

WHAM!!

His blade slammed down—

BOUNCE.

The blob absorbed the blow like a waterbed from hell. A shockwave burst outward from the point of contact, sending ripples through its surface.

Shennong’s eyes went wide—"What?!"

He barely had time to blink before the counterforce launched him backwards like a fired cannonball.

"UGH!!"

He slammed into the ground with a harsh skid, flipping through the air before landing hard on one knee. His sword dragged a trench through the rock as he caught himself, lungs burning.

"Too soft... it’s using the impact to rebound... It’s not just a monster. It’s a trap."

Suddenly—

CRACK!!

A massive tendril burst from the ground like a spear. Before he could react, it coiled around him mid-air like a constrictor snake, lifting him off the ground.

"DAMN IT—!!"

His body strained against the pressure as the vine squeezed, goo seeping between the cracks of his armor. The blob’s core glowed brighter, as if mocking him.

From above, more tendrils gathered—spinning, forming a grotesque drill aimed straight for his chest.

"Tch... I’ve got one shot left. Just one."

He twisted hoping to fight back, but it was too late. The blob squeezed, dragging him toward its glowing core. The pickaxe shimmered just beyond reach.

His body inched closer and closer.

He could feel it... the absorption beginning.

His skin tingled, like tiny needles pressing into his flesh.

"No... if I get pulled in, it’s over!"

With a defiant yell, Shennong struggled. Every muscle in his body resisted the pull. But the blob’s strength was monstrous.

"Come on... Come on!" he growled.

And then—he remembered.

The mud.

Using his free arm, he reached into his dimensional inventory—as one might call it his most overpowered skill—and summoned a massive load of packed mud.

It dropped with a wet THUMP right onto the blob.

The beast spasmed in confusion as hundreds of pounds of heavy earth covered it.

Shennong snarled, "That’s enough to bury an oak tree. You want more?! Here take more! I have unlimited mud just for this moment, and if mud is over I will use gold."

The blob thrashed wildly, and in its panic, it threw Shennong across the cavern. He flew like a ragdoll.

CRASH!

He slammed into the cavern wall, stone cracking beneath the force. Pain exploded in his shoulder and down his arm.

"AAAAH!" he screamed, falling to his knees.

His right arm... hung limp. Broken.

Gritting his teeth, he bit down a second scream.

"Not now... I can’t stop now."

Slowly, painfully, he stood.

Across the cavern, the blob was hidden beneath a mountain of mud. It wasn’t moving. The cavern felt still... too still.

Shennong’s breath came in short gasps, sweat and blood mixing on his brow. He limped toward the mud-covered creature, sword dragging behind him in his left hand.

He stopped a few paces away, keeping his distance.

Cracks began to form on the muddy hill.

His eyes narrowed. "Of course... it’s not dead yet."

The ground trembled. The air thickened.

His left hand gripped the sword tighter, holding it to his shoulder once more—signature stance. Knees bent. Posture low. His silhouette looked like a coiled serpent, ready to strike.

"I tried scanning it," he muttered, breathing heavily. "Didn’t work... not enough time. I still don’t know what you are."

His gaze hardened as he watched the cracks spread wider.

"Slime? No... You’re not a slime. If you are, you’re the most abnormal one I’ve ever seen."

A burst of jelly shot from the cracks, hissing as it hit the floor.

The blob was alive—and angrier. But what Shennong witnessed next was enough to completely change his perspective on the battle.

Shennong smiled—not out of joy, but because he knew something here would make a fine addition to his collection. And that something was the blob in front of him.

***

Yenissa stood on the ledge of a tall building, overlooking the sleeping city below. The cool night wind whispered through her long slightly brown hair, brushing across her skin like invisible fingers. Her arms spread wide, as if embracing the entire world, and her barely-there outfit fluttered behind her like wings. Her curves glistened under the moonlight—sensual, confident, divine with her succubus tail beautifully wagging, as if she was waiting for her owner.

She looked like a goddess who had descended from another realm. And in a way... she was expect she was succubi.

Yenissa closed her eyes and let the wind wash over her body. A soft smile crept onto her lips.

"How wonderful life has been," she murmured to herself, voice low, full of strange emotion. "Ever since I met him..."

Her mind wandered to Shennong—the strange, reckless, brilliant human who had completely turned her world upside down.

"Now I think... I understand Mother Agraval." Her voice held a mix of nostalgia and newfound clarity. "Her desire to escape the Crack... to come here... I used to think she was a wrong. That the Succubus Realm was the greatest paradise."

She tilted her head, her golden eyes gazing at the city lights like stars scattered on the ground.

"But now..." She paused, placing a hand over her chest. "That’s no longer true. This world... this chaos... this freedom... he..."

Her eyes shimmered softly as she whispered.

"Shennong is my home."

Behind her, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed softly on the rooftop. Yenissa didn’t even flinch. Her nose twitched, inhaling the scent carried by the wind.

"Rilith," she said simply, not turning around.

The footsteps stopped. Then came the soft thud of knees hitting the floor.

"My divine mistress," Rilith whispered in awe, her voice trembling with emotion. She crawled closer and kissed the tips of Yenissa’s toes. "You are... absolutely radiant tonight."

Yenissa didn’t even look at her. Her gaze remained locked on the horizon.

"Why are you here, Rilith?" she asked flatly.

Rilith quickly rose to her feet, brushing back her hair. She switched back to her ’normal’ tone, the one they used when discussing plans.

"Shennong still hasn’t come back," she reported, standing just behind Yenissa. "It’s been hours. We tried to find him... but we can’t really sense him."

Yenissa finally turned her head, her golden eyes wide.

"What? Where is he digging today?"

"According to what he said this morning... somewhere below the jungle region. But we couldn’t get an exact location. He went alone again."

Yenissa bit her lip, her long nails digging into her skin.

"Shennong..." she muttered, frustrated. "Why does he keep doing this alone?"

A sharp gust of wind blew past them as her anxiety began to rise. She bit down on her nail, pacing in a small circle, then froze suddenly.

Her breath hitched.

A strange pain bloomed in her lower stomach—sharp, hot, unnatural.

"Hnng—" she gasped, her hand flying to her womb. Her legs trembled slightly as she bent forward, her palm pressing against the tattoo below her navel—the one that had appeared after her night with Shennong.

When she pulled her hand back, her eyes widened in horror.

Blood.

It was bleeding.

"No..." she whispered, panic seeping into her voice. "This—this can’t be..."

The mark wasn’t just decorative. She knew it was something ancient and powerful

If it was bleeding...

"He’s in danger." Her voice was like thunder now. Her wings unfurled from her back, crackling with crimson energy. "He’s in serious danger!"

"Yenissa—!" Rilith cried, stepping forward.

But Yenissa was already gone.

She disappeared in a gust of blood-red wind, vanishing into the night without hesitation.

Rilith stood frozen on the rooftop, clutching her hands to her chest. Her eyes stared into the direction Yenissa had flown, heart racing with a storm of emotions.

"Please... let nothing happen to him..." she whispered, and then, she too took off after Yenissa.

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