The Frontier Alchemist ~ I Can't Go Back to That Job After You Made My Budget Zero

Riharzam flees at a run, leaving sticky traces of Kinoko Smoothie all over the ground.

His body was so dirty that I could no longer understand what was going on. It was hard to believe that he was the same person who had left King's Landing.

His mouth was dripping with complaints and grumblings like a curse.

"Huh, huh. Rust! Rust! How dare that son of a b*tc*! I'll make sure you get what's coming to you! I won't let him get away with it. I'll get revenge on everyone around him.

Riharzam was ranting and raving as he fled, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Never, never! I'll make you taste despair. I will humiliate you! What do you mean, you can't! I didn't like him from the start. He's got a little bit of talent on his nose. He's got a big mouth..."

Riharzam, who has been talking so delusional that he is gradually slowing down his running speed. Before long, Riharzam unconsciously begins to drag his left leg. The thigh of his left leg had begun to swell up. The swelling was centered around the part of his leg where the monster's body part had remained.

Strangely enough, however, Rehalzam, who is still in a state of rage, does not notice this, as if there is almost no pain.

Riharzam stops, out of breath from ranting too much. He finally notices the change in his body when he puts his hands on his knees and gasps for air.

"What?　What's this?"

Kinoko Smoothie, which is still sticky on my left leg. Scrape it off. When it finally appeared, my left thigh had almost doubled in size.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! What the hell, what the hell ......?"

Riharzam hurriedly took out a potion from the remaining stock and gulped it down in one gulp with trembling fingers.

"Why, why isn't it working?

As if in desperation, Riharzam takes out all the remaining potions and gulps them down.

"That's strange, it's not working at all. ....... Riharzam scratches his head. Xenocosmoothie splatters in his hair.

"No, wait! If we went back to the association, we would have found the finest potions. I bet I could fix you up with that! No matter, I didn't want to use this because it would stain my clothes. ...... now?"

Riharzam looks down at his body and takes out a scroll.

"Cross-Space Connection, Crawl on My Flesh, Parasitic Alchemist No. 4, King of Mucous Fungus."

The scroll unfolded again. Riharzam plunged his arm into the magic circle of the scroll.

Before Riharzam can pull his arm out, something crawls out from the gap between the magic circle and his arm, crawling on Riharzam's arm.

It was a slime mold, the substance of a mushroom, that crawled all over Riharzam's body.

Carry me to the capital," Rehalzam commands the fungus.

As if spreading out in a flash, the slime covers Riharzam's body.

Riharzam is completely engulfed. The slime mold adjusts itself so that only his face and hands protrude from the giant slime mold.

That's when it happens.

The slime accelerates rapidly.

Many times faster than Rehalzam can run.

And then, with only Riharzamu's face and hands showing, the slime mold leaves for the capital. Inside Riharzam's swollen left leg, a sore and soggy substance is forming.