The Slime Dungeon: Book 1 (The Slime Dungeon Chronicles) by Jeffrey "falcon" Logue, Silvia Lew Page A

smaller brethren, capable of launching its body short distances and forming small tentacles to wrap prey. It also had a general magic attribute and thus no inherent magic weakness or strength. Also, because it was his boss monster, it possessed a much higher agility than a normal overslime.
    “I guess that means an overslime is normally a slightly stronger slime, but becoming a dungeon boss raised it to a much more dangerous level,” Doc mused, “I wonder if I'll be able to evolve my slimes soon?"
    “Drop that line of reasoning right now.” Doc winced at Claire's sharp tone in his head.
    “I was wondering where you were Claire; I guess that means your house is done?”
    “It is, but don't change the subject. Evolving your monster requires a lot more experience and power than you currently have, so give up on it for now,” she cautioned. “Instead, let's check each other's work.”
    She opened her door and flew out into the dungeon. In turn, Doc moved his awareness into her house to see what she had done. Doc had never seen a "house" before, but he assumed she meant living quarters and wasn't surprised by what he saw.
    Claire had formed tiny rooms for herself in the back wall. It was complete with a room for sleep, a room to sit, and a room where he assumed she ate food. He had never seen her eat food besides mana, but that didn't mean she couldn't. He also took the responsibility to fully appreciate her new outfit.
    She now wore a tiny purple dress with a graceful neckline and a longer petal skirt complete with purple stone earrings. Her dress was covered in silver lines that swirled up and down her body. Her luscious brown hair flowed down her back in waves and sparkled with purple stone ornaments.
    "I like your outfit, but what's with all the purple?"  He asked.
    He heard her giggle as she flew through the tunnels, "It's because you're purple, you goof! Your stone was all I had to work with. Does it suit me?"  He sensed her focus on his response.
    "Well, I can't compare since you're the only female I know, but I'd say you look fine."
    Somehow, he sensed a bit of disappointment from her, but it was quickly lost in her excitement. "Wow, Doc! You really did a great job! I love the new ceiling traps and this floor path!"
    "Glad you like it.” He smiled, "Is there anything else I can do?"
    "Not really, sadly enough. You've done everything you could with the power you have, so now it's time for the waiting game; which is the worst part of being a dungeon."
    Doc sighed, "Can I spend it sleeping?"
    "Not all of it, but go ahead and sleep now. I'm going to go get some things for my house,” Claire added.
    Doc was instantly alert, "Do you mean outside? Isn't that dangerous for you? I can't help you if anything goes wrong out there."
    He sensed her dismissal, "Don't worry about it. I just want some leaves. I'll be right back, okay?"  She flew out the dungeon entrance before he could stop her. Fretting, Doc moved all his awareness to his entrance and watched her small form enter the forest. He didn't feel safe until she returned with a bundle of plants in her arms.
    "Please don't do that again Claire, what if someone caught you?"  He begged her.
    "I understand your worry Doc, but I wanted to get some plants before it became impossible to leave. Here, why don't you use this plant I got for you?"  She took the plant, complete with roots and leaves, and sat it on the floor. Doc eyed the tiny sprout.
    "What is it?"
    "That is an herb plant, I think. Since your slimes are good for potions, I figured growing this plant inside you will increase your reputation as a dungeon where a lot of healing components can be found."
    Doc was skeptical, "I thought I couldn't control living things."
    Claire nodded, "You are correct, but plants are a unique addition to a dungeons. When in a dungeon, plants gain the ability to feed off the mana that permeates your walls instead of the sun. They also spread quickly so long as the surface they