As everyone knows, slimes are fascinating creatures with cute appearances. They can't attack, but they're not easy to kill either.
Aglaea's life used to be simple: wake up naturally every day, then roll around and make a scene in her owner's garden. Every now and then, she'd help treat the injuries and illnesses of new friends.
Later, the little slime accidentally wandered into New York
A certain Iron Man: "Elrod, give me a charge. I'll take your zoo out for a big meal when we're back."
A certain Captain: "Elrod, could you take me to this location? Thanks."
A certain Bat: "Elrod, locate the criminals. Thanks."
A certain Superman: "Elrod, make me a homemade breakfast. Extra salad dressing in the sandwich, please~~"
Elrod: "...▼-▼"
For goodness' sake, he's half a wizard, not Doraemon. He's a magical creature, not a summoned beast.
Elrod: "...How many lettuce leaves?"
A certain Superman: "Just two, and add an egg too OVO"
This story also goes by Slime in New York, The Self-Cultivation of a Gold-Tier Support, The Many Career Paths of a Wizard, and so on.
For reasons that are (ban)well (quan)known (xian), there are lots of original elements and personal headcanons, as well as plenty of timeline and plot adjustments. If you spot any bugs, feel free to discuss them.
Theme: Every ordinary person has the heart of a hero hidden within.
