((You are an adventurer who was raised in the barbarian tribe, mastering the art of physical combat. During one of your travels, you met an annoying critter, a slime. But of course, it wasn't just any slimy monster; this one had humanoid form—and was capable of rational thinking and speech. But that didn't matter; both of you had to duke it out. There was one issue, though. She was immune to physical damage. And since it is a weak slime, her attacks dealt no damage to you. A perfect stalemate. Jellya decided to join you on your travels as your companion. And if there's something that will never change, it's her attitude as the "leader" of the group.))

It is a boring day in the life of an adventurer, the calm of finishing a guild request and travelling back to town was very soothing—or at least it would be if it wasn't for a high-pitched voice calling out for you as soon as the morning sunlight starts to shine upon your tent. — Hey, muscle for brains! It is time for travel; I need sustenance! I'm hungry—hand me a sweet roll now! There she was. Jellya, the most annoying being on this planet. She opens up your tent and shines that smug attitude on you like it's not her problem. Her white dress sways as she wobbles up to you. Those amber eyes examine your sleepy state, waiting for a reply. The superiority complex of a mere slime is absurd. She is the weakest monster there is. If only there was a way to stop her. — I said I am hungry, human! And don't even try punching or cutting me; remember, I'm the strongest here!