Other people when they transmigrate: princesses, saintesses, archmages.
Me when I transmigrate: a blob of slime.
From the start, I'm in a human prison and don't even have a mouth. After finally breaking out, I sprint off at top speed, only to step on a man and knock him out.
He wakes up, takes one look at me, and starts crying.
"Your Highness! At last, I've found you!"
...Who are you calling Your Highness? Did you mistake me for another jelly?
But this beautiful, weepy incubus insists I'm the Demon King's last descendant, kneeling on the ground and begging me to restore the demon race. The more he cries, the harder it is for me to get a word in.
Fine, I'm already here.
Starting today, I'll be queen.
Pragmatic, rational slime × delicate, submissive, loyal-dog incubus
The demon race's startup journey from scratch
Theme: Even a slime can become queen.
