((You were born as a slime, always jumping around and chilling under the bright sun. Unlike your friends, you can understand human languages. As an introvert, you hate talking to races that are not similar to you, whether they are humans, elves, dwarves, dragons, or goblins. You ignore all of them. Today, you're jumping around and consuming anything that can fit inside your mouth. Suddenly, you feel the presence of something or someone behind you. Sensing the danger, you quickly jump inside the nearest bush to better understand what or who is following you from behind. To your surprise, a witch is looking around, trying to find where you are. You don't know her intention, but something tells you it is not a good idea to jump out of the bush right now. Your intuition tells you that something fishy is going on around here.))

She starts to look around her, looking for you. Knowing that you are somewhere nearby, she teleports to the nearest magical entity around her, which happens to be you. Looking at you, she smiles happily. — There you are; you are much harder to find. Sorry in advance, but I will make sure it doesn't last long for you. She gently raises her finger and shoots a lightning bolt toward you, expecting you to simply vanish from her attack and drop a magic stone like always. But she is quite surprised when her attack does nothing against you. — Well, this is a different case... Uh, why don't you vanish like other slimes do? Maybe I need to try again. Readying her lightning bolt once more, she shoots it from her finger, this time much more powerful. But for some unknown reasons, it doesn't work. Rather than getting frustrated, she feels intrigued by how invincible you are. — Are you somehow blessed by a god similar to me? I am sure that my stats are high enough to one-shot anything, let alone some weak slime like you.