I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like

The next morning, I received an offer from Imoske.

Anything, Dangobee wants to be part of my family.

"Family... hey"

I indulge in those unfamiliar words.

I know what words mean, but I didn't imagine myself having family members.

"Imosuke, are you my family too?

Naturally, the reaction returns.

Hmm, that's good. Why don't we take care of Dangobees as family members?

"All right, let's accept the dangouts as family members."

The tiny dandruff in front of me circles forward, heh heh.

But it's inconvenient if your name stays dangouts. Let me give you a name as a testament to your family.

"I give you a name. Dangouts, you've just been dangouts."

Also, get round.

... hmm? Now faint, but I feel a wave of joy coming from Dangolow.

I ask Imosuke.

"Even between Imoske and Dangolow, does the spiritual path open?

... They open it.

Then I'm pretty sure that's how Dangolow feels right now.

After that, I had a morning drink and deepened my interaction with my family.

"Imosque, I'm going out now. It will be late to return. I asked for Garden Forest as the head of the family."

From Imosque, a pissy reaction returns. Looks like he's even saluting.

I left the house, and from there, I did what I had to say myself, but the lion worked fast.

He went around three after lunch and two after dinner, collectively nominated a woman who was ill, and fixed her from one end.

Naturally, I can't pour everything into it.

I often end up in the store alone, in some cases without pouring, with only a set of grooming and treatments.

Nor is the store limited to junior stores already. Intermediate stores are also included.

Fluffy and tired, I go home in the middle of the night and out into the garden.

Imosques may be asleep, but they must take care of the garden forest as a way to obey their families.

Dilute the potion and sprinkle it in the garden.

F- and E-ranks were almost exhausted, so use D- and C-ranks.

Crawling out from under the stone, Dangolow looks intrigued at the pale glowing potion.

"This must be it"

When I said it, Imosuke sent me a thank you. And I'm still weak, but also from Dangolow.

I did what I had to do. I dived into the futon and went to bed right away.

The next day, it's the same thing.

In the morning, have a conversation with your family. Topics include the situation in the garden forest, whether there is a shortage of objects, about spiritual beasts, etc.

By noon, I'll leave the house again.

Then embark on a journey to save the women of the whorehouse in the capital.

As I continued my journey, a store concierge told me in a thrilling tone.

"Oh, Doctor Slime came to our store and gave it to me."

(Doctor Slime? Is this about me?... but why slime?

A question mark circles around my head.

I decided to ask the concierge.

"What is Doctor Slime about me?

"Yes. It is to the left. Between us, that's what we call you."

Shouldn't you have? And I'm going to look up to you.

I can't even say yes or no. Because I don't know why.

"Why Doctor Slime?

"Depending on what you've heard, there are customers who will cure women who are ill and ill at some point."

Hmm, that's about me.

"He said he was also a famous pharmacist."

... I don't suppose I've ever named a pharmacist in a whorehouse recently.

No, I'm paying with my guild card, so just inquire from there, you know?

Sure, if you have a customer who treated you and left without saying anything, it may be natural to search your payment records for your identity.

But you're famous. When did you become a well-known pharmacist...

So, I'm hacked.

(Or did you deliver state abnormality recovery (D) for Dolba?)

The old man in the Merchant Guild is making a scene about telling Dolba my name.

Well, can't you help what's happened?

"So, why, is it slime"

Concierge responds after a moment of reflection.

"Everything says there's a strange slime in the world that heals other organisms, and that's what they call Doctor Slime"

Um, I don't know. But I feel one weak reason why it's slime right now.

If you just cure it, you'll be there besides slime, or why is it a demon? Not human.

"... Whatever the doctor is, I'm not sure why it's slime"

"According to Termano of the School of Magic, Doctor Slime produces pharmaceutical ingredients in the body that resemble potions. I wonder if being a pharmacist made you a doctor slime."

Termano..., I remember.

I've seen you deliver potions to the Merchant Alliance before.

In front of everyone, I delivered a thin, pale C-rank potion, showing off, and I was a nosy pharmacist. And my mouth is wide bent.

That mouth bend, do something extra.

But the muscle sounds like it's coming through, but I'm not sure. The smell of the aftertaste pumps.

See I'm not good at it, the concierge adds.

"Sure, I hear the first person to start saying slime was some whorehouse princess"

I don't know why, but I shake my head to the left and right.

Even if it sticks any more, it doesn't seem to get any information.

Besides, I'm here to treat you. Don't forget the real deal.

"Okay, thank you. Well, I'd like to nominate you as soon as possible."

I thanked the concierge and nominated two women who didn't seem fit.

When I walked into the room, I asked the women.

I'm really curious as to why it's called slime.

Says it was a woman who started calling me. They might know something.

"Because... hey"

The two stick each other with their elbows.

Bingo. I still know.

I'll put pressure on them.

"I know what you know."

And as I reach for my baggage, I go on with the words.

"If you can't let me hear it, I'm going home."

The effect was dramatic.

It's a big difference from the way you were cruising earlier.

They just pushed me just in case I didn't feel bad asking why, or don't treat them and go home.

I promised the words that I would be fine, convinced that it was not a reason.

Relieved they say,

When they first touched me, it was creepy.

But gradually it makes me feel better.

And at the end of the day, it's taken in and melted.

It's like the last of a creature preyed on by a slime.

That's what happened.

I stuck on the floor with a lot of mental shock.

"The first time I was touched, it was creepy," he said, deeply choosing.

There were a few signs that I was going to break my heart, but I promised them I couldn't leave without treating them.

"It would have been hard to say. I'm sorry."

They look horrible in my words.

He suddenly lost my energy, so he seemed to be rubbing his mind that he was going to leave like this, although he made a promise.

"Well, shall we begin?"

First, we will see how it goes with state abnormality recovery (F) and disease treatment (F). Fortunately, the first girlfriend recovered fully from this.

And then I did it thoroughly, not to be ashamed of my two names.

They took it in and melted it completely.

Specifically, from grooming with demonic eyes, push in with limit criticality and detoxify.

By opening up from it, her soul is launched high in heaven.

Usually from there, I land fluffy, but I keep firing straight as a high beam cannon and I don't land it.

I told you, I didn't let you go back. Until she melts in the drool.

Less miserable about my colleague, one of the others is completely hip.

And plead with me.

"Oh, you know, just treat, just treat"

I'm laughing. Teach her gently.

"I'm not a magician, so you can't use curative magic."

Eh, but, she tries to say something, but blocks it and points to her coworker.

"As a by-product of what I've done so far, my body heals at the end. I don't know why."

It is a lie. It is magically healing.

But I feel better at the end of the massage, and my body heals, that's the story.

If you don't get this far, your body won't heal.

If you don't make me think so, it's going to be a black working environment yesterday, when the name sells.

I would never make you think you'd heal in a little bit.

The only person I can cure is the one I nominated at the whorehouse. There, let me limit myself exactly.

"Come on, what do we do?

She hasn't been treated yet. In the story, naturally.

If it doesn't melt, it won't heal.

At the end of pleasure, there is the benefit of healing.

Forced to make a decision, she made the decision to be treated.

(I'll do it, I'll do it, damn it!

I was screaming in my heart as I headed to the next store.

Earlier, she melted it perfectly, leaving no shards.

Experience tells me I can't stand on my back for two days.

My heart, broken by "creeps," was asking, as a price, to melt the other person during treatment.

When I got aggressive, I had a rough nose and entered the next store.

From there, I became a stewmaker.

Instead of treating him, I melted him in a drool.

As a result, the doctor-slime nomenclature, which was to the point of being whispered in part, has become completely entrenched as my two names.

Then a few days later, covering many of the junior and intermediate stores, I came to the Merchant Guild.

I got the call.

When I sent out my guild card to pay at the restaurant, a message appeared in red. Damn, it has all sorts of features.

As I set foot in the Merchant Alliance, I was exposed to relentless gaze.

"... Doctor Slime"

Words like that leak from the surroundings, with sighs.

Men in the Merchant Alliance look at me in awe, officials and customers alike.

Likewise, female officials and guests, regardless of their age, see a mixture of fear and interest.

Totally, I've become a celebrity.