DC Slime DreamWorks

Magda, who received all kinds of safety education in a flower planter since she was a child, has no urge to take risks by herself at all, not to mention this is Gotham, even an adult woman can subdue her current scumbag body.

The skills and output of the second-level slime need to be activated by absorbing pink slime, and even pink slime is needed to replenish energy later.Not to mention that the factory hasn't been built yet, just feeding these two Tier [-]s will go bankrupt. The demand for pink slimes seems to be a bottomless pit...

Doesn’t my pink slime need money QAQ!ah!What kind of game is this! !The Liver Protection Association issued three consecutive warnings! !Magda, who has no money and no money, feels the fear of being controlled by the explosive game.

The junk system store sells pink slimes for only $5 each, second-tier slimes for 100 pink slimes, and third-tier slimes for 1000 pink slimes.

The empty system stores and the sky-high prices of goods seemed to mock Magda's poverty.Get rich by robbing banks or hunting wild slimes all over Gotham.

Is there any essential difference between these two paths?No, it's all about death.She can even predict that she hit the be line, miserably and then black screen.

"Honey, I want to eat what you made, eh~ fried rice?" Linda naturally hugged Magda from behind her, and breathed in the girl's ear while speaking.

"Okay, okay! Linda, go back to the house and wait for me. I'll finish it soon." The little cook Magda got up and pushed Linda away with a blushing face, rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the stove.

"Just make two copies and put them outside. You know, he's still there, cowardly Magda~"

"I... I just don't want to trouble you."

Linda raised her eyebrows and glanced at her, and walked back to the house gracefully without saying anything.

Magda knew that running a shop was not Linda's main business, and she often saw a man who didn't look like a nice person with her in the house.She dared not open her mouth to ask anything about Linda and that man, as the safety line of ordinary people warned her of the possibility of escaping these dangers.But Linda gave her asylum and made her have no worries about food and lodging, so she did what she could do as much as possible, and she was better and better for Linda.

Anyway, there is nowhere to go, at least there is Linda here who needs her to take care of, this young lady is superficially coquettish but actually doesn't care much about her quality of life, her life is unimaginably rough and messy.Magda likes the feeling that she is needed and takes care of someone who is good to her.

Thinking wildly in her mind, she quickly made two servings of hot fried rice on hand, she rang the bell and consciously brought some cheapest bread and milk, which was the pocket money Linda gave her (the reason was to satisfy her service...) and quietly walked out the back door.

The street connected by the back door is full of sewage mixed with dirty garbage. No matter how long it takes, Magda can't bear the complex smell, but she still insists on taking a little time every day to walk this road carefully, and then stop at a more In front of the dirty broken window, he tapped lightly with a milk bottle.

After waiting for a while, the window opened a crack, and a skinny little hand stretched out, fumbled to get the bread and milk on the window sill, and then quickly closed the window. No one spoke, and there was no sound during the whole process.

Magda noticed that there were a few more bruises and scars on the hand than yesterday, but what could she do?Help beyond the limit is dangerous, not to mention that she herself is considered Linda's support, and it is already the limit to be able to provide these daily foods.

Is being weak the original sin?Is it really so difficult for an ordinary person to live with dignity in this city?

Magda was so depressed that she was taught to help the weak from her childhood education, but her fear and cowardice prevented her from doing any "big things". s help.

I went back to the kitchen with a lot of worries, just happened to meet Linda coming out, and saw Magda's sullen expression, "Going to help those children again? I really don't know what you think, wouldn't it be good to save some money and leave here? It would be a waste of my money to feed someone else."

"Since you gave it to me, of course I have the right to decide how to use it, just like you helped me back then." Magda turned around, just facing the kitchen and facing the door.

She saw a man walking in, and the feeling of danger made her heart beat faster, and her whole body tensed up subconsciously.He drew his gun!The muzzle is pointing here!Everything seemed to be slowed down, or in fact only happened for a split second, and before Magda realized she had blocked Linda, and the impact of the gun sent her smashing to a side cabinet and falling to the ground.

The man casually shot Magda in the back, grabbed Linda's hair and dragged her into the house despite her frantic struggle.

She seemed to hear Linda's miserable screams, mixed with some voices, but Magda hit her head too hard. She tried her best to get up, but she couldn't resist the pain and dizziness and passed out.

Linda... Linda...

When she woke up again, Magda realized that she was still lying on the cold ground. She didn't think about why she was shot at least twice but was unharmed. After the scene in the room, I couldn't help but my legs went weak.

In addition to the mixed clothes of men and women on the floor of the room, there is also Linda.

She felt as if her chest was blocked by something, and she also had a strong sense of nausea from stress, and she couldn't even breathe and stay awake.

Linda lay there quietly.

Magda didn't dare to think about what happened to her during her lifetime.It was the first time for her to face the corpse directly, but she didn't feel scared at all, she just approached it tremblingly.

With so much blood, the hands soaked in Linda's blood forcefully hugged her back to the bed, and the fragrance she once felt at ease smelt disgusting blood.Magda straightened Linda's torn nightgown, and brushed away her messy long hair, Fengfeng's face was pale and painful.

She covered the first young lady in the world who gave her warmth with Linda's favorite quilt, as if she had just put her to sleep, and left the room quietly.

Eye sockets sore, Magda returned to her hut, washed the blood off her hands, and changed out of the blood-stained clothes.She glanced at the slime wrapped in two bullets, sat on the bed, curled up with her knees in her arms, feeling endlessly bewildered.

Gotham, which she once knew in comics, finally tore away her illusion of peace in front of her.Magda seemed to hear the city's wailing, and she used Linda's throat to cry about the cruelty and cruelty they tortured her.

Anxiety, fear, and vigilance were a mess in her mind, which made her unable to concentrate and think, and her eyes wandered.

Until that golden quest came into view.

Gotham needs a hero...she can...

If, if the system says so, I should try it.

Magda chose the task she had evaded, as if clinging to a life-saving straw, or, her hope.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Magda: Congratulations on finishing.

Linda wiped off the blood plasma on her body, and brushed her long hair coquettishly: Call me when you are free~

The bucket still in the hotel before the scene: I seem to be a little green.

The second barrel will debut in the next chapter

The author takes the postgraduate entrance examination this week, and the next update will be next week (please don’t dislike the word count of 1555, I will try my best) and then I can strive for daily updates

The occurrence of this situation should be regarded as a high probability event. After all, Magda is just an ordinary person and this is Gotham.

Magda probably has a little bit of PTSD now...

But we are sweet! I may have played the BE line! (makes a mother's voice)