"Well…" Nolan muttered, his voice carrying in the silence, "what monster am I going to see first? Hopefully the Behemoth. That's the kind of challenge I need to get stronger."
He smirked to himself as he pressed onward.
That was when a small shape slithered out of the shadows. A translucent blob oozed across the floor, faintly quivering in the rune-light.
Nolan blinked. "Isn't that… a slime?"
The creature gurgled, then sprang forward, its gelatinous body stretching to envelop him.
"I don't have time for this," he said flatly.
As it leapt, he casually thrust his hand straight into its body, fingers piercing through to the glowing core at its center. With a sharp squeeze, the fragile crystal cracked and shattered, and the slime collapsed into nothing more than a puddle of formless goo.
Nolan shook the slime off his hand, wiped it on the wall, and kept walking deeper into the dungeon without a second glance.
