Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

After dealing with the remaining Slimes.

Under the muddy-faced boy’s guidance, Toby and the energetic group of children brought Lance to the polluted stream east of the ranch.

The terrible sight before them made Toby, a local, frown deeply.

The stream bank that should have been covered in pebbles was now densely packed with jelly-like soft-bodied creatures.

These magical beasts squeezed and wriggled against each other, continuously producing nauseating squelching noises.

The clear stream water had been completely ruined by the mildly acidic mucus they secreted, turning into a grayish-green color.

When the breeze blew past, one could even smell a sharp sour stench drifting through the air.

But in Lance’s eyes, this scene looked completely different.

This was clearly a field full of walking experience packs!