Slime#47 opened his eyes and found himself standing before a black shadow in an open forest field.

'Did the Trial of Wisdom end?' he wondered, rubbing his upper body.

His core ached from the insane flood of details.

"Good… you learned all the languages," the shadow praised in a hoarse voice.

The shadow grinned, "Now you need to create a new language based on what you understood, and then… this first Trial of Wisdom is complete."

"What? Create one…?" Young Slime blurted, "Didn't you tell me to learn all languages before?"

"Mastering all languages is the minimum requirement to complete this trial," the shadow said slowly in a raspy voice.

"Only after creating a language will you pass this round," the shadow continued, his glowing red eyes fixed on Slime#47, "I didn't say mastering all languages was the only requirement to pass this trial."

'Yes. He didn't mention anything like that…' Slime#47 recalled the earlier interaction.

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In the past…

"You cannot injure him," Lily said coldly, holding the slime's body in her hands as she stared sternly at Seralyth.

"I do not worry…" the white fox grinned. "Looks like his trial is complete."

She glanced at the multicolored slime. His body had started to glow with white light—then slowly started to disintegrate into pieces.

"What's wrong?" the wooden beauty asked, staring at the slime in her palms.

She shook his soft body and patted him, hoping to wake him.

However, his glowing body turned brighter and disintegrated into more pieces of white light.

Within moments, his entire body broke apart into white light and disappeared.

"He… is here for the trial?" Lily asked, turning to the white fox.

Seralyth smiled softly. "Yes. He is from the future—sent here for the Trial of Wisdom."

'I see, I see…' Professor Brad finally understood why the white fox had spent so much effort teaching the class for the past three months—and why she had focused solely on him, 'She wanted to help him out.'

"Let's continue the class," Nine-tailed fox said, waving her hand, indicating Lily to sit.

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In the trial area…

"You'll get as much time as you want," the shadow said, "So think properly and create a language you like."

He stared deeply at the multicolored slime and gave one last warning, "Remember, this is Trial of Wisdom."

"Wha—" The shadow disappeared before the young slime could question him further.

'What kind of language should I create?' Slime#47 wondered.

He remembered all the languages he learned from the white fox.

His skill, Universal Tongue, had poured knowledge of millions of languages into his mind.

"It seems judgment will be based on the language I create," he whispered.

He closed his eyes and meditated.

Time passed…

"I decided," he muttered.

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A few months later…

Slime#47 created the framework.

"First: my language doesn't have 'politeness' like certain languages," he whispered, recalling many languages—like Japanese from his previous life, which had many honorifics.

'My language indicates that everyone is equal,' he mused, "Only words like God, King, Lord, and Father or Mother carry respect—because of responsibility."

His second decision was simple: "My language doesn't respect sacrifice." He clicked his tongue, remembering all his deaths.

After all, he was brought into this world by sacrificing many things.

'Why should someone sacrifice their life to protect something… even the world?' he questioned.

"Many say sacrifice is worth it and respect those who give up their lives," Young Slime remembered countless discussions—especially in anime and other communities—about heroes dying to "save the world."

"But when it becomes personal… would you sacrifice your life?" he wanted to ask those who glorified it, even though he already knew the answer, 'No one would, when it comes down to them.'

"And because of this, the word 'sacrifice' in my language means sadness—the failure of the world," he muttered, "If someone sacrifices themselves for something… it means the world failed them."

He took a deep breath, "Since I want to lead my slimes to create a safe place…" He closed his eyes, "In my language, a leader's or king's orders carry responsibility. And the word 'I' is included—because if subordinates fail at something… then the leader carries the fault."

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A year passed by…

"I did it," he murmured, staring at the words he wrote on a large leaf with mana.

'I chose the dark element for my true language,' he thought.

Of course, he'd create a true language instead of a common one—he aimed big, and the Trial of Wisdom would be judged based on what he created.

'It has 1024 letters, and it's a non-tonal,' he reviewed.

"It's done…" he muttered with a wide grin after completing the rules and grammar.

Ding!

A notification flashed in his mind.

[ Congratulations! You have created a new true language! ]

[ A demonic true language! ]

[ It will be included in Demonic Tongue and Universal Tongue! ]

[ Ding! Please name your language! ]

[ Ding! Your name will be included in the list of creators of languages! ]

'My name will be remembered for eternity,' The multicolored slime grinned. "It's a dream for many people—to have their name remembered forever… and I achieved it now."

Whenever this language was mentioned, his name would be mentioned too.

And his language wouldn't be forgotten, since Universal Tongue and Demonic Tongue contained it.

"Even if someone kills me and wipes my language out… once someone gains Universal Tongue or Demonic Tongue," Young Slime narrowed his eyes, "my language will still exist in it."

After a few moments of joy…

"The name of the language… what should I name it?" Slime#47 fell into deep thought.

After a while, he recalled how the nine-tailed white fox had paid special attention to him.

Even the potions she gave multiple times—he had seen Professor Brad's expression change whenever she handed those out.

'Those weren't cheap,' he mused with gratitude.

"Very well. I'll name this language… Seralyth," he said.

He wanted to repay her.

Along with him, her name would remain—for eternity!

[ Ding! The new true language will be named—Seralyth! ]

[ —Yes— or —No—? ]

A new panel popped up in front of him, asking for final confirmation.

End of the chapter….

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