To this day, the art of humanization has become a necessary means for different races to join the human race. Especially for races like slimes, who would be interested in a sticky mass without the humanization technique?
John shrugged.
"At least half a year later. We are currently solidifying various guarding and wisdom techniques. Once these guards stabilize, you will have a sister with a human appearance."
John patted Collins' shoulder, and Collins smiled bitterly. It was impossible to say he had no resistance towards slimes, but now that they had become a family, it didn't matter anymore.
"Oh, big brother is back."
Cangmo saw Collins' figure at the dining table and jumped up excitedly. Mo Yue, who smelled the aroma of the food, suddenly saw Collins' friendly smile towards her. Instantly, Mo Yue's expression froze.
Collins had always been curious. He had never bullied this non-blood-related sister and had never shown disdain for her slime ancestry. But for some reason, this woman, who had gotten along well with Collins in the first few days, had suppressed her good feelings towards him to the lowest level after a week. She almost didn't want to stay in the same space as Collins anymore.
Just like at this moment, Collins could clearly see that this cute sister was very interested in the stepmother's food. But as soon as she saw Collins sitting at the dining table, she refused to come to the table.
Maevel pulled Mo Yue over to Collins, and Mo Yue hesitatedly said, "Hello, big brother."
"If you don't want to talk to me, you don't have to."
Mo Yue turned her head aside.
After finishing the meal, Maevel took the bowl and chopsticks into the kitchen, and John stretched lazily and pointed to the shower room in the bathroom.
"I'm used to taking a shower before bed."
"Alright, I'll go shower first."
Collins lay on the sofa, adopting a lazy posture like a satisfied cat.
After cleaning the dishes and chopsticks, Maevel went to find Mo Yue. Mo Yue stayed in her own room, holding a floating magic talent tester in her hand. Slimes were not a race with magical talents. Compared to humans, where one in a thousand had magical talent, members of the slime race with magical talents were even rarer. And even slime individuals with magical talent were generally hard-pressed to learn human magic. To master human magic, slimes needed to put in more effort.
Maevel hugged her daughter.
"If you can't learn it, then choose a simpler life path. Being a mage is not something that everyone can do."
"I want to be a mage. It's my lifelong dream."
Mo Yue looked coldly at Maevel. This was not the first time Maevel had felt her daughter's stubbornness, but she couldn't persuade her. She could only pat her daughter's head.
"Mages are already considered human. My little baby, you don't have to force yourself like this."
Nowadays, society had already unveiled the mysterious veil of mages. Even though magic was still considered elite and exclusive in the perception of the general human population, the concept of superiority and innate greatness that existed in ancient times had diminished greatly.
Collins knocked on the door from the outside.
"It's me, Mom."
Mo Yue looked at Maevel, who shook her head.
"After all, he is an intermediate-level mage and a peer. You will definitely learn a lot from your big brother."
Mo Yue snorted but did not refuse.
Maevel left, and Collins entered Mo Yue's room. A pleasant fragrance wafted in the air, along with warm tones, which perfectly matched the image of a girl's room that Collins had imagined.
This was the first time Collins had entered a girl's room, especially his own sister's room. Plus, this sister had no blood relation to him. In that moment, Collins surprisingly felt some ambiguous thoughts brewing in his mind.
Mo Yue caught the fleeting desire in Collins' eyes and disgustedly pointed to a distant chair.
"Sit over there."
Collins frowned and looked at the distance between the chair and Mo Yue.
"I'm your older brother, you know.""But now it's just the two of us, who knows if you can't resist it."
Collins covered his eyes.
"Why do you think I would do such shameless things at home?"
"Are you saying that you would do it if you weren't at home?"
"Oh my dear sister, why is it so tiring to talk to you? Why do you always think I want to do something to you? Do you think it's right to do something to you just because I see you?"
Moyue narrowed her eyes.
"So you're saying I don't even qualify to make you have impure thoughts?"
"There is..."
"See, you're thinking something after all."
"Fine, I don't."
"And you even said I'm not good-looking."
If he could, Collins would rather analyze the function of spatial magic than have this argument with Moyue.
"I give up, I surrender. Let's get back to the right topic. Mom told me that you're preparing to take an entrance exam for a magic high school, so she asked me to tutor you."
