Reincarnated As A Slime, But Something's Different?

Chapter 4: Go Go Ogre' Rangers!

Sorry for the absolute delay lmfaoo

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It's been some days since the Shizu incident, she's still resting inside the tent.
According to the Sage, her body needs some time to adjust to the changes the Spirit gave.

{ I don't know if it's true tbh, skipped the Leon scene as well btw. }

Up to now, I had largely taken things as they’d arrived, fighting to keep my head above water. Now, though, I had the motivation to gather some intel on this “demon lord” guy. Although, I don't really have to interfere with her goals or something, gathering information about the world is still better than doing nothing.

Oh, right. I analysed Ifrit, too, didn’t I?
He wasn’t much of a match for me, but it turned out he was a tough character—rated beyond an A, in fact. No way some snake or wolf could handle him, to be sure, given that none of their attacks could even faze him. It took a lot to make it past an A, and now I could see why.
There was still a lot of research to be done on my abilities. But! Before that! There was something even more important I needed to check up on.
That’s right—transforming into an actual person!
I ventured inside the new tent the hobgobs had set up for me, making doubly sure to have all visitors turned away before I closed the door.
Heh-heh-heh… Hah-hah… Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah! Three levels of laughter,
and then…

Velda: “…Transform!” It wasn’t accompanied by any cool sound effects, but I executed Mimic:

Human on myself nonetheless. But…
…Huh? Whoa, whoa, whoa.

There was none of the usual black smoke I was expecting. What the heck? I thought, as I realized that my field of vision was only a little higher than usual.
I had grown arms and legs, and my usual light-blue and purple gradient body had morphed into a flesh tone.

Hmmmm? I wasn’t sure what had happened, but something told me it wasn’t what I had planned. I didn’t have a mirror on hand, which was a pain.
But— I kinda didn’t want to admit it, but I actually was familiar with this form after all. It was from a long time ago, maybe thirty years or so.
This was how the world looked to me back when I was still bumbling around in elementary school.

Too bad I can’t check up on my whole body,Too bad I can’t check up on my whole body, I thought. What about the Replication skill I just picked up from Ifrit? Seemed like a nice idea. Good job, me. I didn’t know if it’d work, but it was worth a shot.
Black mist darted out of my body, forming a human figure in front of me.
It looked like it was a success after all. It was completed in an instant, only to reveal— —Oh, crap. Bad news.

First off, my appearance. The hair was a beautiful mix of two colours, a light tinge of blue on the lower portion and purple on the top, it forms a nice gradient when the two colours meet in the middle—similar to my slime body indeed, topping off a pair of wide-open eyes and a charming, young…
Feminine? Masculine? The lack of genitals made it fairly irrelevant, but in terms of appearance, I looked closer to a girl than a boy. This was probably thanks to Shizu's influence; there were no features that I could identify as my own.

But it wasn’t trying to recreate Shizu’s appearance, I think. The hair color was one thing, but the golden eyes were quite another. Veldora had gold eyes, too, which was a common trait among the higher monsters, perhaps. And hang on, didn’t Ranga’s eyes go from a blood red to gold as well? Although they also changed depending on his excitement level. Still, maybe they changed because of my influence on him as his name giver.

Either way, nothing about this form was from me. In this world, the only thing that was truly mine was my soul, it seemed. This was mostly Someone else—being incredibly beautiful, almost like a Deity has descended on this world.
My skin was tremendously smooth, too, with none of the rubbery bounciness of my slime form.
So this cute girl was just standing there in front of me, butt naked. Not that there was anything that really required hiding, but it still presented certain ethical issues. If the police existed here, which they didn’t, I’d be in serious trouble.