I kept walking on and on for what seemed to be an eternity, all these hallways and corridors make no sense. I'm pretty darn sure i walked past my own room at least 7 times by now. It's either ruins, junks or rubbles everywhere i go. The only thing worth noticing was some wooden chest i found about an hour ago. The first thing i did was tossing a rock at it. Why you may ask? Motherfucking mimics. I still have no idea if they exist here or not but better safe than getting chomped by a maw full of teeth or roundhouse kicked through the room. Thankfully it was just a regular chest with a lock but that thing was so rusted that it fell apart the moment i touch it. Inside was a tattered faded grey cloak with an old rusted dagger. Well it's not a dagger per say more like a sharp stick of iron, this thing looked like it got bitten off by a tiger. I took them both because something is better than nothing although they can probaly be considered as nothing.
Finally PROGRESS! After i decided to dig through some rubbles to see if i can find any useful items, i found another hallway behind it but this particular one has a staircase leading up. The next floor was still in ruins but there were less moss than the previous one. So i started walking again until.*splish*. The sound of what seems like water splashing reached me. Maybe there's an underground stream i can follow to get out of here. I followed the noise that got louder and louder by thr second to find a hallway with a blue beanbag chair in it. Wait a fucking minute... The "chair" bounced up and down around the place. Is that a bloody slime... Well i guess it's way less terrifying than the ones in darkest dungeon but hey it's still a slime. This thing looks kinda cute too maybe it's friendly. "hey there little guy" i walked up to it and tried to pet it (keyword "tried") but my hand just went into it and i started feeling pain. "GAH SHIT! THIS IS ALMOST AS BAD AS THAT TIME I SPILLED ACID" i swung my arm around with the slime still stuck on it into a wall multiple times but that seemed to do jack shit. *Plop* *Plop* *Plop*. Finally it came off and i cradled my hand it swallowed, that thing nearly melted my fingers. Good thing i'm right-handed and that was my left hand. I grabbed the shitty dagger from my cloak's pocket and drove it through the slime. It felt like thick rubber but after apllying more force i heard a POP and it deflated like a balloon and dissipated into dust.
Well that could've gone a lot better
serves me right for being a dumbass i guess. Surprisingly though as i was looking at my left hand that was left with half-melted fingers, the dust from the slime earlier slowly flowed towards me. I tried to pull back but it actually feels kinda nice so i just let the dust flow into me. After all of it was gone, i no longer felt pain and looked towards my left hand again. I couldn't believe it, the wound was healed like it was never there to begin with. I stood still for a few minutes moving my hand around before breaking into full blown maniacal layghter. "YES YES YES! I HAVE MY OWN POWER. I'M NOT USELESS AT ALL.
It took me a while to calm down before i started looking for the way out again with newfound motivation. One thing was for sure though... I will grind the shit out of this skills. The further i went up the more frequent these slimes appear and i different varieties too.
The blue slime is just a normal one where as a red slime can burn me. Then there's the green slime which drains my stamina more it clungs onto me, a yellow slime that stung me with electricity. As well as the purple slime which doesn't make me feel much different but the blur one is normal so the purple ones gotta have something. Maybe it just drains something i don't have which if i were to guess is mana. It were all fun and games really until i ran into what i could only describe as a boss room.
Unlike the other rooms, the walls and floors of this room are made of fine marble that seemed mostly intact. The roof has a couple of chandeliers dangling back and forth with candles burning a bright blue. The walls had a banner of what seems to be a 2-headed lion. The floor had a roll of shredded red carpet leading up to a shattered throne with someone sitting in it...Wait... Oh shit! Who the fuck is that? In the throne sat a figure at least twice as large as me. He was also a skeleton though instead of all bones he still had some rotten clinging onto him. On his head was a black crown with bright ruby embedded in the center with an emerald on each side of it. He wore a set of broken ironplate armor missing its pauldron with a gaping hole at where the heart is supposed to be but that wasn't the worst part. The thing that scared me the most was a giant greatsword made of bones that was half my size which would undoubtedly cut through me like butter. Ok i don't need to fight him, just need to find the exit. I carefully observed the room and can't help but feel like the gods want me dead as the exit was behind the throne. Alright fuck it if rtgame can get away with santa's grotto i can get away with sneaking. As soon as i set foot on the marble floor *WHAM* . I looked behind me to see the pair of doors i took to get here was slammed shut...