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The First Legendary Slime

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"A system?" he asked, actually a little surprised. "Like in a video game?" "It helps streamline the process," the goddess said. "Now, first things first: Race." A list appeared below the welcome message. [Select Race:] [> Human] [> Elf] [> Dwarf] [> Orc] [> Goblin] [> Beastkin (Various)] [> Demonkin (Lesser)] [> Angelkin (Lesser)] [> Elemental (Minor)] [> Slime] [... and 27 more options] He scrolled through. "Human… did that already. Elf? Probably have to be all graceful and poetic. Annoying. Dwarf? Beards and mining. Nah. Orc? Too much yelling." He kept going. "Beastkin? Depends on the animal, but probably fleas. Demonkin, Angelkin… sounds like a lot of baggage, a lot of expectations. Elemental? What, like a talking rock?" He found himself actually engaging a little, if only to dismiss things. Then his gaze landed on one of the last options visible. [Slime]. He pressed on it, and a small description popped up next to it. [Slime: A simple, adaptable lifeform. Possesses no complex emotions in its base state. Can absorb and analyze organic and inorganic matter. Potential for versatile evolution. Low initial threat, often overlooked.] "Huh," he said, the sound barely there. No complex emotions. Overlooked. That… actually sounded familiar. Almost peaceful, in a weird way. Not having to pretend, not having anyone expect anything from him. Just… being. And absorbing things sounded vaguely less effort than his old job. "Slime," he said, a little more firmly. "Let's see about that."
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As Lex Luthor's Son in Young Justice/DC With Archangel Grace

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