The Slime Dungeon: Book 1 (The Slime Dungeon Chronicles) Read Online Free PDF

thought slimes weren’t intelligent enough for complicated things?"
    Claire shook her head, "They may lack any intelligence, but this is instinct for them; nothing smart about it. Now, time to get to work!"

Chapter 4
    Doc was completely exhausted. Claire had constantly been pushing him to finalize their dungeon. Unlike her normal demeanor, Claire was all business now that the dungeon was exposed for the entire world to see and explore. It was a strange contrast to her previous childlike behavior, but Doc attributed it to the nature of the situation.
    She had Doc enlarge spaces along the tunnel to form rooms. She had kept a hawk's eye on his mana levels and concentration; she barked orders when he started to slip and making sure his mana never fell below conscious level. When he got low, she made him switch to creating more slimes, never allowing him to rest for a second. When she required sleep, she gave Doc a task to complete before she woke up and then settled on top of a slime. After the simple rooms were carved out, she had him enlarge the corridors to six feet in height and four feet from wall to wall. Doc kept his complaints down to a minimum because in no way could he avoid responsibility for his actions.
    He didn't know if crystals could become sore, but he was fairly sure he felt what that would be like.
    "Oh, hush up you!" Claire scolded, "You have enough slimes now to never sleep, what's the problem?"
    "I never realized how much I missed sleep until this moment," Doc retorted, "You haven't let me rest in five days!"
    Claire snorted, "Oh, please! I know dungeons don’t need rest like other creatures. You're just lazy and young. How would you know what sleep is anyway?"
    Doc paused, “I know I had memories of sleep; well, maybe. Being asleep means one does not know what’s going on around them right?"
    Claire flew back to her table and lay across it, gazing at him. "Yes, but in a more resting manner than what you have experienced. It’s interesting, though, because most dungeons are newborns and have no knowledge of anything, and yet, you seem familiar with some topics you’ve never learned. I’m interested to see how being with you changes over time since I'm sure you're an old soul."
    "Old soul, what's that?" He asked questioningly.
    Claire rolled over, "Well, remember how I told you dungeons arise from variant soul gems? Soul gems have been used in the past to hold souls long after the body had turned to dust. Occasionally, a newly formed dungeon heart might accidently pick up a departing soul and trap it within itself. During the process, a lot of experience from the past life may be lost, so no matter what, all dungeons need to be taught things. Now, most souls cannot be trapped this way due to the protection provided by the gods unless they lost it somehow. Evil criminals are the most common case, which supports the natural view that most dungeons are malicious. Good souls are rarer, I think you are one of them."
    "So, does that make me unique?"
    Claire shook her head, "Nope, you have all the powers and limits of a regular dungeon. The only things special about you would be your understanding of things you can't experience, like sleep. Well, you also get to bypass the multiple stages needed to become sentient, so I guess that’s a bonus."
    I also remember ‘her,’ though, Doc thought, if nothing else, I'll always remember her. His mind jerked back to reality as Claire began hitting the stone he was hidden behind.
    "No distractions now, hurry up and finish the entrance and the pitfalls."
    Sighing, Doc returned to his previous task. Claire wanted a large and showy entrance to welcome visitors, but Doc wanted something simpler for the task. They'd been arguing the last day about it, but they’d set it aside and had settled on the pitfall traps first.
    The traps were pretty easy for him to make. He moved a section of his floor to form a hole, and let a few slimes drop in. Then he covered it with a thin