Lord of the Mist: My Slime Is a Little Too Powerful

The whole world transmigrates into a fog-shrouded realm, where everyone summons troops from the start.

Others get dragons, angels, and behemoths. Me? I get nothing but a nest of the weakest slimes.

The regional channel erupts with mockery: "Slimes? You should start over."

I quietly study my slimes' hidden traits: [Infinite Devouring], [Mimicry of All Things], [Conceptual Evolution]...

When terrifying beast tides engulf the territories of the strong, and the will of the apocalypse tears the world apart,

a "Starry Sky Titan," formed from the fusion of billions of slimes, slowly rises behind me as everyone watches in despair.

Only then do they remember the fear of being ruled by me:

"You said these were the weakest troops... You call that a slime?!"