Slime Leveling [Litrpg, Timeloop]-Chapter 219—The Ancestor Awakens

The Goblin Lord's lips curled slightly, a sly glint flashing in his eyes, "Our Goblin Ancestor would never acknowledge a mere slime."

"Dad… What if?" Gilirima asked, turning her head to Averon. She felt her heart beat a little faster.

The Goblin Lord grinned widely, shaking his head, "No. Our ancestor Giliberu is a powerful being recognized by the Creation Goddess. He is powerful enough to rival the Seven Holy Sages. How would he recognize a mere slime?"

Gilirima sighed, "Then we should prepare for battle."

"It seems so," the Goblin Lord waved his hand. "Prepare everyone for battle."

Gilirima rushed out, clenching her fists. 'We have humiliated the next Demon King… we must survive.'

Lily raised her brows.

Despite using mana to cover up their discussion, it wasn't enough to hide from her. She mentioned their discussion to Averon.

The young slime clicked his tongue, 'You really don't know that I'm your ancestor. I wonder how you'd react if you knew.'

He said, rolling his eyes, "I want to take these goblins under me. What do you think, Goblin Ancestor… Gil..i..be..ru?"

"He'll be rejected." The Goblin Lord scoffed and pulled a heavy metal axe from thin air—three meters tall.

"I cannot use a more powerful weapon," he muttered, feeling confined by the church. He still held huge respect; he didn't want to damage the structure.

The church grew silent.

Even the incense smoke curled slowly in the air.

For a few moments, nothing happened.

The Goblin Lord's grin widened.

Averon stared at the statue.

Then—

A faint golden crack appeared across the marble.

Light began leaking from the statue's eyes.

Huge pressure swept through the hall.

Thud! The axe dropped from the Goblin Lord's hand as cracks spread on the marble floor.

"How? How can you acknowledge a slime, Ancestor?" he roared.

"Enough insolence," the statue hissed in a majestic male voice.

Golden shockwaves spread around.

For a moment, Averon felt strange.

It was like hearing his own voice echo back from another life.

Thud! The Goblin Lord fell to his knees, shaking.

"Averon, you are recognized." Lily grinned as she glared at the statue, which came to life.

Crack! Crack! It began to move.

The statue, standing on its feet, raised its right foot and stepped forward.

It snapped its fingers—and the trembling Goblin Lord froze.

Lily, whose lips were curved upward, was held still in place like a statue. The smoke from the incense sticks froze mid-air.

'Time's frozen,' Averon frowned, glancing at the statue. "Who are you, actually?"

He couldn't understand how his statue could perform feats that were impossible even for him.

The statue grinned. It knelt down, raising its head, and spoke respectfully. "I am your Faith Clone—created based on the memories the goblins held onto."

"Faith Clone…" the young slime muttered, "So are you a real living being, or—?"

"No, I am not alive," the statue shook its head, cutting Averon off. "A Faith Clone is a collection of faith—it acts like a person based on the memories people pray to."

"In a sense, you are like a golem programmed to work intelligently, but you don't possess a soul. You act based on the memories inputted… which is me?" Averon questioned, holding his hands behind his back.

"Yes. Indeed," the statue nodded, still kneeling. "I wanted to come to you, as faith belongs to the person they prayed to. But sadly, you had passed away."

The statue stammered, "But now—you are back. Now I can finally be one with you."

'Faith is the most mysterious power,' The young slime clicked his tongue.

Faith can create miracles that are impossible even for gods. And now, Averon had witnessed it firsthand—the goblins' faith had created an artificial Giliberu.

The statue stood up and snapped its fingers again as time began to move.

It turned towards the Goblin Lord and ordered, "From now on, the young slime Averon is your Lord—and not just you. To every goblin."

The Goblin Lord's eyes widened. The statue turned to Averon and nodded.

A huge amount of faith rose from its body, condensing into a dense fist-sized orb that rose into the sky and went out of the church, tearing everything in its path as the statue shattered into pieces.

The energy climbed high in the sky and grew bigger and bigger as more and more faith from other Giliberu statues across goblin settlements rushed into the orb.

Every goblin received a command from the Faith Clone. "Follow Averon, who is the next Demon King. He shall be your new Lord."

A few goblins raged. Many accepted out of respect they held for Giliberu, and a few stayed silent.

The golden orb in the sky grew to 5 meters and then rushed back into the church.

Crack! Crack!

The pressure around the energy was so high that even space itself shattered, sucking out mana from the world.

"What an incredible amount of faith," Lily muttered, raising her brows.

The world didn't suffer much as—Whoosh! The faith entered Averon's body with swift speed.

The space healed back to its original shape.

[ Ding! You have acquired a monstrous amount of faith from goblins! ]

'Can I use Holy Sage abilities now?' He wondered, sensing the flood of golden energy within him.

But the joy didn't last even a second as—Ding!

[ Eternal Mastery has devoured the faith! ]

The golden energy drained at an insane speed within him, and in just a few moments, not even a ray of faith remained.

Averon scowled.

Then he took a deep breath. 'I hope the spark of authority within me grew even stronger.'

He knew faith would help his authority grow, and hence he calmed so quickly—otherwise he would have raged at losing such an enormous amount of faith.

The faith, despite being a five-meter orb, was the total collection of faith the entire goblin civilization had held for Goblin Ancestor Giliberu, from countless generations of goblins.

'I don't know how much time it took for this much faith to be collected?' The young slime sighed, 'And it's multiple times greater than when the Creation Goddess had to descend.'

He had helped them as Giliberu, and now the goblins had paid their debt.

"Now let's start a new path with them," he muttered with a smile.

Thud! Thud!

Gilirima and the Hobgoblins entered the church, fully ready for battle, erupting with different energies—mana, aura, and demonic force.

The Goblin Lord noticed them.

He bellowed, taking a deep breath. "Pay respects to our new Lord."

"Okay…" Gilirima dropped her new hammer with wide eyes as her demonic force dispersed.

She followed her father, but the others would not.

A Hobgoblin with a heavy spear next to Gilirima roared. "What nonsense are you speaking, Goblin Lord?"

"And what happened to the statue?"

"How dare you disrespect the Goblin Ancestor Giliberu!"

The goblins hissed as their energies grew brighter. Their roars swept through the goblin village.

On the outside, the gang was nervously peeking at the village from afar.

"I hope everything goes well," Mama Slime muttered, clenching her small fist.

'If only I were powerful—I could have helped my child.' Her eyes lit up with golden energy for a moment.

Nobara bounced over and said softly, "Don't worry. Lily is a peak Demon King, and Averon can unleash the power of the Demon King for 10 minutes. No one can harm them."

"It's not about harming," Mama Slime retorted, narrowing her eyes.

"Yes," Nobara nodded, frowning. "It's about taking them in under his wing. Averon doesn't want to take them over by force."

"I just hope they surrender peacefully," Mama Slime said heavily.

Nobara narrowed his eyes. "Hope things go as well as you and I estimate."

The Gang silently prayed.