The Day "The Precise" Was Born

EPSILON

In the middle of a state of absolute, hyper-focused zen, I watched myself get sliced.

To be fair, I was completely blindsided. The fact that I managed to jerk my upper body back and dodge at the last possible millisecond was honestly impressive, even for me. But that split-second survival instinct? Yeah, that’s what triggered the tragedy.

As the blade descended, my life started flashing before my eyes like a high-speed slideshow.

There I was: the perfect little Elven lady. Then came the Possession, followed by the lovely memories of being disowned, hunted, and kicked out of my own country.

And then, the day my life actually started.

The day SHADOW saved me. That was the day my old world crumbled and I finally found a reason to keep breathing.

I’ve always been a bit... intense. I never doubted for a second that I was better than everyone else, and I wasn't the type to keep that superiority a secret. I had the pedigree, the face, the brains, and the blade-work to back it up. I had pride, and more importantly, I had the talent to justify it.

That’s probably why it hurt so much.

The day I became Possessed and lost everything, I was more devastated than anyone could imagine. I’d lost my reason to live, but I didn't have the guts to actually end it.

I was just some pathetic thing dragging my rotting flesh along a mountain path when he appeared.

"Do you seek power...?"

His voice was deep, echoing like it was vibrating straight out of the abyss. In my delirium, I honestly thought a demon had come for me.

But I didn't care. I wanted that power.

If I had power, I could get revenge on every single person who threw me away. I’d toy with them, kill them, and make sure their last breath was filled with nothing but pure regret.

"Then, I shall grant it..."

Suddenly, I was wrapped in this sweet, BLUISH-PURPLE MAGIC POWER.

I can still feel that light and that warmth like it was yesterday. It felt nostalgic, healing, and so incredibly kind that before I knew it, I was sobbing.

Back then, I was weak, ugly, and a total mess. SHADOW saved that pathetic version of me.

"You may fall into madness in this world of lies if you wish. But if you desire to know the truth of the world... follow me."

So, I chased after his back.

I’d lost everything and I looked like a monster, but he saved me anyway. For the first time, I felt like my true self was being acknowledged. I didn't need a noble title anymore. I didn't need my beauty, and I didn't need to brag about my skills.

I realized there were things way more important than that.

...And then I learned the "truth of the world," met my four seniors, and immediately took back everything I just said.

Okay, fine, the family name didn't matter. But ability? Ability was everything.

In martial arts—the thing I was supposedly a prodigy at—I was ranked second from the bottom. I was stuck looking at the backs of a literal ABOMINATION and a "Perfect Superhuman" that I knew I’d never beat, no matter how hard I tried.

My "genius" brain? Also second from the bottom. My confidence got absolutely shredded by a specialized tactical genius and, again, that same "Perfect Superhuman."

In terms of overall utility, I was competing with an all-rounder who did everything flawlessly and, you guessed it, the "Perfect Superhuman."

I was rapidly becoming the redundant member of the group.

But most importantly, I realized I desperately needed beauty. Appearance is a top-tier priority when your beloved master happens to be a man. After a cold, objective analysis of my own "assets," I realized I was facing a devastating uphill battle.

If you just looked at my face, I was fine. But the future looked bleak. See, every single woman in my family lineage is... well, small. And flat.

Some men look at their father’s receding hairline and despair; I looked at my mother’s chest and saw my own inevitable defeat. At this rate, I was going to lose the war before it even started.

That’s why, the moment I saw it, it was like I’d been struck by lightning.

The SLIME BODYSUIT.

I saw the potential instantly. I was captivated. Usually, I hang on every single word SHADOW says, but that day? I completely tuned him out. I was staring at that slime like it was the Holy Grail.

I can pad the hell out of this, I thought.

It didn't even take me three days to master the SLIME BODYSUIT.

Under the "official" pretext of practicing MAGIC POWER CONTROL, I started wearing it 24/7. Little by little, I began to... enhance myself. I did it slowly so no one would get suspicious, but since I was technically in a "growth spurt," I got a little bold with the volume.

But once I hit a certain size, I ran into a wall.

The texture was all wrong.

Slime is just slime, after all. It didn't feel right, and it definitely didn't jiggle right. So, I spent the next few days observing BETA like she was my mortal enemy. Within days, I had achieved such perfect control over the slime that I could replicate the exact softness and "sway" of the real thing.

By that point, my MAGIC POWER CONTROL had reached a level that even ALPHA found impressive.

That’s how I got the nickname THE PRECISE EPSILON. Everyone started looking up to me, but honestly? I didn't care about the fame. I was too busy watching BETA every day and vibrating with pure terror.

Is this girl seriously still growing?!

It was war. A merciless, bloody conflict between the natural and the artificial.

In the end, I just kept padding and padding until I "won." Humanity has always triumphed over the threats of nature, after all.

Of course, the price was high. The day I traded in the last of my dignity, I looked in the mirror and realized something.

My proportions were a mess.

I have a naturally petite, slender frame, so the "enhancements" looked ridiculous. But I used my "second-from-the-bottom" brain to calculate a solution.

Fine. I’ll just make my butt bigger to balance it out.

Well, I didn't stop at the butt. I used the slime to shape my hips, used more slime to compress my waist into a perfect curve, and then added SECRET BOOTS made of slime to stretch my legs into a perfect EIGHT-HEAD FIGURE STYLE. I could go on, but we’d be here all day.

Basically, I used the SLIME BODYSUIT to construct the ultimate, flawless body.

It took endless effort, a level of vigilance that would break a normal person’s mind, and the fuel provided by a hated rival. But above all, it was powered by my devotion to my master.

My title, "THE PRECISE," was just a byproduct. My true power is the absurd physical defense I get from being wrapped in five inches of high-density slime padding.

And then, the flashback ended.

The shadow swooped down, swinging his sword.

The physical manifestation of all my hard work was being torn apart.

Two of the softest, most carefully calibrated lumps of slime in existence went flying into the air.

In that moment, I reached an AWAKENING.

Not here...

Not like this...!

THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I’M LETTING ANYONE SEE THIS!!

I seized control of the MAGIC POWER remaining in those two airborne lumps, forcing them to maintain their shape. To perfectly manipulate and remote-control magical energy that has been physically severed from your body is a god-tier technique that would make most sorcerers faint just from watching.

At the same time, I yanked the magic back toward me, instantly vacuum-sealing the lumps back onto my chest.

I didn't miss by a single millimeter. The speed was so fast it was practically divine.

I even made sure to timed a perfect little "boing" jiggle for the landing. This is what it means to be THE PRECISE EPSILON.

"Well done, EXECUTIONER VENOM... Wait, what?"

NELSON did a double-take.

I was standing there, completely uninjured, despite the fact that I definitely should have been sheared in half.

Actually, I was more than uninjured. I was vibrating with a very specific kind of rage.

"Did you see...?" I asked.

"Eh...?"

The sheer, overwhelming pressure radiating off me made NELSON’s knees turn into jelly.

"Did you... see anything?"

"Hiee! N-no! I didn't see a thing!"

I turned my gaze toward ROSE and ALEXIA. "And you two? Did you see anything?"

They shook their heads so fast I thought they’d get whiplash.

"Good. Then move."

I grabbed NELSON by the scruff of his neck and started dragging him toward the gate.

"Hieee! What are you doing, EXECUTIONER VENOM?! Help me, quickly!!"

"As for that EXECUTIONER..." I leaned down and whispered into NELSON’s ear. "He’s already dead."

Behind us, the EXECUTIONER’s head finally slid off his shoulders and hit the ground with a wet thud.

"HIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

I didn't stop. I just kept dragging a screaming NELSON through the closing door and into the darkness.

The heavy stone slabs began to groan shut.

Just before the gap vanished, a figure blurred past.

"Alexia?!" ROSE yelled.

Ignoring the warning, ALEXIA dove through the narrowing crack.

"Oh, for heaven's sake!"

ROSE followed right behind her, rolling into the Sanctuary just as the doors slammed shut.

A moment later, the gate vanished into a faint, fading light.