I awoke in my new world with a sudden jolt. Where am I? Around me was a cavern around fifteen meters in diameter in all directions with a single tunnel connecting it to wherever was beyond. The rock that made up the cave had a blue tint with sparkling dots and parts of fossils all across it and the large stalagmites that hung from the ceiling. The whole cavern was illuminated by green glowing mushrooms. Below me was a shallow pool of crystal clear water that encompassed the center of the space. How… beautiful. If I had my phone, I would almost be required to take photos and spread its natural gorgeousness. Wait, on that line of thinking, I only then noticed, I do not have pockets. Neither did I even have legs or arms as well. Actually, I did not have a body except a red, glowing orb floating above the pond in the dead center of the room. Room? I now recognized it as a room that was all my own despite never having knowledge of it before this. I had to protect it, said some part of my consciousness, to keep out outsiders from invading and myself alive. It felt like innate knowledge, as if I knew it for my whole life up to this point. I planned to do the latter anyways, but the fact that I had to protect this place worried me. Would there be people coming to destroy me? I shivered at the thought. I already died once, I would not allow a second, especially when I just started it.

I was extremely off put at no longer being human, no longer having the same senses anymore. I could feel every part of the dungeon as if it were my own body and I could move my consciousness around to see specific areas of the dungeon, which was just a part of the tunnel and the cavern. But my anxiety over my loss of humanity was shelved temporarily, there were bigger issues on the table. My instincts told me that adventurers would eventually come, and if they did, they may destroy my core and end my existence if they so desired with impunity. Discovery would mean gameover in the current state of the board. I spiraled into a nervous internal rant, frustrated over the lack of anything telling me what to do. This is fantasy right? Where are the status boards? The menus? The tips? For the love of all that is holy, just throw me a bone, administrator! Just give me a screen! Yet nothing happened. I tried every sort of command I could think of. Status. Info. Menu. Escape. Out of the dozens I attempted, none gave me the result I wanted. Ok, I suppose I am just flying blind, fucking fantastic.

With nothing else to do, I just studied my room. Nothing much resulted until I focused my attention on the pool. I felt like I could use something to create something. I was excited at this discovery. I could actually do something! I spent whatever it required and flowed it into the pool and a shimmer of light ran across it before something popped out into the air and floated around in the pool studying its new environment. It was… a green slime. Really? I doubted this thing alone could protect me at all, but perhaps strength in numbers would be the way forward. I can already imagine it, a wave of slimes washing over any invader who wants to destroy me, a perfect plan, or so I thought.

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However as I focused again, a wave of nausea and exhaustion washed over me. Whatever I used to summon the slime was all out. Dammit, I could only summon one?!? How could I defend myself with just one damn slime? Whoever designed this? I will kill that damn administrator if it’s the last thing I do! The only silver lining was that I could feel like that power was slowly regenerating, I just had to wait, but how much time did I have to waste waiting for more reserves? I had to do something productive in the meantime.

My fury had seemed to transfer to my little slime, going into attack mode and bouncing everywhere in what it thinks to be intimidating fashion. Instead, it was rather adorable, like a toddler puffing up their cheeks in anger. The little slime that could soothed me a little with its antics. I felt like a parent looking at their child bumble their way around, perhaps another innate part of being a dungeon. At least I was no longer alone waiting for my death to come knocking. I at least had something to stand in their way, no matter how weak and eventually, I would gain more to throw at the enemy.

Although I would love to watch whatever the slime did, we wanted to conduct experiments to test the capabilities of slimes. First was stretchiness, which it easily exceeded my expectations. I knew it was a slime, but I could not believe that the half a meter wide slime could stretch two meters in every direction, albeit sacrificing every other dimension, virtually becoming a goo-y stick. Testing its combat abilities with rocks, the slime engulfed anything smaller than itself but otherwise would attach itself to a target to inflict acid burns. The black core of the slime seems quite important, since it tried to hide it from even its master as I tried to study it and ran up the wall. Please no, come back! I didn't mean to scare you! With my reassurances and apology, it quickly forgave me for my transgression.

Perhaps I should name my small companion as a present. A bulb lit up in my mind as a plan so stupid that it might work appeared. I would want to be something more aggressive sounding as a sort of false advertising to outsiders. If any imbeciles overhear the name alone, I have a feeling that they would be pretty intimidated thinking it is an all-powerful beast not a cute little slime. Even if someone tried to correct it, who would believe them? To think that a baby slime would get a strong name would be inconceivable, or at least I would believe so. I had no reference for the common sense of this new world’s society so I can only hope that it is similar.

Thinking over the name, I channeled my inner eighth grader to create the edgiest but simple to remember name possible for my boy. I anointed the slime the name “Beezlebub” after the demon prince of gluttony. It may reek of a child who tried too hard to be cool, but it fit for what I wanted. He seemed to be happy, wiggling, making a gurgling and popping sound. He almost seemed like a puppy if a puppy was a slime monster. If I could have, I would have petted Beezlebub ten times over, but he seemed simply delighted by mere thought. I guess my monsters naturally sense my emotions and thoughts.

However, with that, the world once again went dark.