The next morning I woke up with a feeling of dread. I don't know what it was but it felt like something bad would happen today. Walking down for breakfast everything seemed normal. It seemed like it was just me who felt this way. Maybe it was a trauma I developed about the slimes.
That thought alone made me shake and break out in cold sweat.
I gritted my teeth and forced breakfast down my mouth. With a sigh, I stood up and decided to face my fears and go to the dungeon and down the second floor as fast as possible. I didn't even analyze the people on the way. I just wanted the day to be over and leave slimes behind me.
Arriving at the dungeon the feeling of dread got stronger. Although nothing looked out of place, I just knew. I knew whatever happens today will mark me for the rest of my life.
Taking a deep breath I stepped into the Dungeon. Spear at the ready and my senses on full power I stood in the first room waiting for my doom.
Nothing happened. There were no slimes. No divine lightning striking me down. I exhaled the air I didn't know I kept and took a deep breath. Maybe I was just imagining it.
Walking into the next room expecting it to be full of slimes I was once again greeted with an empty room. The next room was the same. As was the third one.
One would think empty rooms in a Dungeon is a good sign. You know, a place to recuperate or take a break. But for me it was nervewracking. This never happened! There always was at least one wobbling motherfucker in each room.
Gritting my teeth I made my way through the first floor.
It was totally empty. That was until I arrived at the last room. The room where the stairs down to the second floor were.
There in front of the stairs was one, just one, wobbling and hobbling slime. Although it was a slime I could feel that it looked at me. And I understood that it was challenging me to one last fight. A fight for our ways of living. Either he died or I died! There was no middle ground. No space for a compromise. Kill or be killed. The most basic rule of a duel.
Gripping my spear and changing into an attack form, I nodded at the slime. He wobbled at me. The basic rules of starting a duel. Respect thy enemy, for only in death shall thou be reunited.
I lunged forward, the slime hobbled. Closing the distance I pulled back my spear ready to strike. Once I was close enough I activated stab. I could feel the power flow through my body. In a perfect form, my spear flashed forward piercing the gelatinous mass. There was no suspense. My stab was perfect.
The slime shuddered and exploded all over me. As his last act of defiance, he tried to drown me in his slimy mass. It was a suicide attack but there was no effect.
That was until I realized that I was now drenched in slime.
FUCKING SHIT! YOU MOTHER FUCKER! YOU DID THAT JUST TO ANNOY ME! ARRRRGH I HATE SLIMES!
Then a system message showed up.
I stared at the message. Then I stared some more. I don't know for how long I stood in front of the stairs staring at the message. It could have been seconds or centuries.
Then I just shook my head. I've had enough of slimes. From this day forward I will not care about slimes. Let them come if they want. Only death will await them.
The one thing that really irked me was that not even a slime core remained. I just killed a slime for nothing!
Taking a deep breath I left my old life behind me and took my first steps towards a new beginning.
Second floor here I come!
After walking down the stairs I arrived in a room which looked similar to the room I always got transported into, down to what looked like the entrance of the Dungeon. I can probably skip the first floor from now on! There really is always a light at the end of the tunnel! No more first floor! No more Slimes!
I walked towards the corridor connecting to the next room. My heart was pounding so hard, it almost felt like I was going to profess my love to a girl. Even though it felt like I had butterflies in my stomach the only thought in my mind was "Please don't let it be slimes! Please don't let it be slimes!"
Right before I stepped into the second room I heard it. A scratching sound and a high pitch voice "Garrh, Garrh". Yeah, definitely not slimes. I pumped my fist into the air. Taking that one last step so I could see into the room I saw something that I probably won't ever forget.
There in the middle of the room stood a small creature. It warmed my heart that I could make out a form and not only some wobbling and hobbling mass.
It's hideous features and the unproportioned body was like a fresh breeze on a summer day. The drool running out of its mouth was like seeing water in the desert. The Sharp and pointy teeth were like the twinkling stars in a midsummer night. The wooden club in its hand like getting coal in a freezing winter night.
For a moment we just stared at each other. The beautiful hideous creature with hatred and anger in its eyes and me with hearts in mine. It was like the world stopped to enjoy this moment of a person finally finding what it searched for its whole life.
And that, kids, is how I met your mother.