Three Hundred Years of Being Assassinated by Debuffs

Reincarnated in another world, he's the weakest creature of all: a slime.

So be it, he's a slime. But from the start, he runs into a slime slayer who only hunts slimes!

Fine, she's a slayer. At least she's a beautiful young slayer who hasn't fully come into her own yet.

After he shows her that he's no ordinary slime and can understand people, she takes him home.

Three hundred years later, after reaching max level...

"I want the heavens to never again obscure my sight! I want the earth to never again bury my heart! I want all living beings to..."

Ding! You have received the Weakening Aura. All attributes halved!

"I understand... my weak..."

Also known as: I Spent Three Hundred Years with a Witch, Fighting My Own Kind, and Somehow Reached Max Level; A Slime's Sage Time; Debuffs, Let's Put on a Show; My Attacks Have Special Effects but No Damage

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.