Reborn into Beast Tamer Clan with Monsters-Only Affinity
Chapter 100: Plant-monster hybrid

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Plant-monster hybrid

Owen bounced closer to the goblin, "Watch closely, Axel!"

As he landed near the goblin, his body started to shift. It stretched like jelly, reshaping itself quickly. In just seconds, Owen formed into a training dummy.

The goblin stared, confused and a little scared. "Too late to run, little guy," Owen said.

The goblin growled and charged with a bone knife, slashing fast.

Owen bounced backward once, avoiding the blade. Then he stretched one slime-arm like a whip and smacked the goblin hard across the face, making it spin and fall.

The goblin jumped up and ran at Owen again, trying to stab low.

But Owen split his body open for a moment, letting the blade stab through empty slime. His arm wrapped around the goblin’s wrist and twisted, flipping the monster over.

It landed on its back with a thud, and Owen bounced high, then came crashing down with both legs like a hammer.

The goblin screamed, but Owen was too fast. His arms turned into sharp spears and slammed into the ground beside the goblin’s head, pinning it.

"You’re done," Owen said with a big grin.

He raised one arm and stabbed down right into the goblin’s chest. The goblin jerked once, then went still.

As the body turned to dust, Owen bounced back to Axelius, his round shape wobbling proudly.

"Not bad, right?" he said, catching his breath.

Axelius smirked. "Nah, The goblin is weak."

They continue walking and Owen saw a whole field full of flowers and herbs. His round, blue body glowed a little in excitement as he zipped from plant to plant, sniffing and tasting with loud, exaggerated slurps.

"Wait for me here, I’ll go eat some," he called back.

Axelius sighed and sat down under a tree, leaning against the trunk. "For what?"

"In the manga, Rimuru ate a lot of herbals and because of it, he was able to produce healing potions. Maybe I can do the same," Owen shouted without looking back.

Axelius rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "Copycat..."

But Owen didn’t care. He was already busy devouring the herbs. He bounced forward, opened his slimy mouth wide, and mowed through the plants like a little lawnmower.

Munch, munch, slurp! He even wiggled while chewing, like he was enjoying every bite.

He stuffed a bright blue flower into himself, then munched up some glowing green leaves. Sometimes, he’d stop, shake a bit, and go, "Bleh!" when something tasted bitter—but that didn’t stop him. He was determined.

Axelius watched from the shade, arms crossed. "You’re really mowing the whole field..."

Owen answered with a loud GULP and went right back to chewing, completely focused.

Axelius waited under the tree with his chin resting on his hand, one eyebrow raised as Owen kept bouncing and munching away like a hungry goat.

After a while, he finally shouted, "Are you planning to eat all of that?!"

Owen froze mid-bounce. He slowly turned back toward Axelius with drooping slime-eyes and let out a long, disappointed groan. "Huhuhuuu... I’m not like Rimuru. I ate a lot, but I can’t make any potions. Damn it."

Axelius blinked, then burst into laughter. "Seriously? You really thought that would work? Why are you trying to copy someone? That Rimuru is a manga character. He’s not even real."

Owen wobbled a bit, clearly sulking. "Don’t underestimate Rimuru. He started as a slime like me and became a Demon King. It’s the dream!"

Axelius tsked and stood up, brushing the dust off his pants. "Listen, Owen. You’re not Rimuru. And that’s a good thing."

Owen looked up, confused.

"You don’t need to follow someone else’s path to be strong. Everyone has their own strengths, their own traits. That’s what makes us different, and that’s what makes us worth something."

He crossed his arms, eyes calm and serious. "So stop copying someone else’s story. Make your own."

Owen was quiet for a moment... then let out a small bounce. "...That was kinda cool."

Axelius smirked, "Of course it was."

Axelius stood up, brushing his pants. "Now, let’s go train."

But Owen quickly bounced back toward the herb field, mouth already munching again. "Wait, just a little more!"

Axelius sighed and placed a hand on his forehead. "Seriously? Hurry up already!"

Just then, Owen noticed a strange flower nearby. It was different from the others—tall with thick petals, and a hole in the middle that seemed to be... breathing?

"Huh? What’s this?" Owen mumbled, bouncing closer. Curious, he peeked inside the hole.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, the flower sucked him in like a vacuum.

"AAAHHH! AXEL!!"

Axelius immediately turned. "What the—?!" He sprinted over and grabbed the flower just in time to see Owen vanish inside it. The petals quivered, and beneath them, a hidden hole revealed itself like a dark tunnel spiraling downward.

Axelius narrowed his eyes. "Now look who fell in a hole," he muttered.

Without a second thought, he jumped in after him—just as the flower quickly grew back over the opening like nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, inside the strange tunnel, Owen tumbled and bounced helplessly through winding darkness.

He tried to resist, grabbing onto something stuck to the walls, but everything was too slippery.

The pull wouldn’t stop.

After what felt like minutes of spinning and falling, a new light came into view—but this one wasn’t hopeful.

It was a mouth. A massive, wet, gaping mouth waiting at the end like a trap. The skin around it was greenish and lumpy, the lips wide and drooling.

"A-a monster?!"

The creature waiting was huge, with slimy green skin and glowing yellow eyes. It looked like a monstrous toad, but its head was too narrow and it had three long tongues writhing like snakes. It was called a Bogbelly Glutton, a predator plant-monster hybrid that lured prey with flowers.

"You’ll regret this, monster!!" Owen yelled, but it was too late.

GULP.

The Bogbelly Glutton closed its mouth with a loud squish—swallowing Owen whole.

The Bogbelly Glutton slowly shifted its huge, slimy body from the wall of the tunnel. It began to move, step by step, dragging itself down the curved, wet path. Its limbs stuck to the tunnel with squishy sounds, and with each step, a trail of mucus followed behind.