“No Name Dungeoneer #15, were the basic rules of this world explained to you?”

I suddenly found myself sitting at a bench in front of a panel of people. I felt the pressure of being in extreme trouble.

Important Location Discovered! Courtroom of the Beginner’s Guild, Dungeon Lv15!

Two Notifications Suppressed.

“Uh, no. Some tall guy named Lank the Bank briefly explained what had happened to me and my class, then suddenly I was in a grassy field. Lank the Bank reappeared and gave me an axe, and some slimes attacked me.”

I re-equipped my axe, and only now realized that there were still bits and pieces of slime still on it.

“Ah… Lank the Bank was your guide? My apologies then. It appears you were not completely at fault.” The large man at the center of the panel sighed and waved his hand. The sound of armored boots clinking away from behind me followed his signal.

I turned around and saw three heavily armored men with rather sharp swords departing.

“Excuse me for my late introduction. My name is Pudge the Judge. You were brought here due to a rather… urgent report that you had immediately murdered an entire Slime village upon your arrival.”

I recalled the titles that I had received.

“I suppose you may have taken the wrong hint, considering that Lank the Bank gave you an axe, and suddenly, creatures that you most likely consider monsters approached you, but you were not supposed to attack the slimes that emerged.”

…

“If Lank the Bank had appropriately done his job, he would have given you the ‘World Translation’ skill when you had arrived. Examining you now, I can see that it is missing. Please allow me to grant you this skill.”

Skill Discovered! World Translation Lv.0 has been unlocked!

Three notifications have been suppressed.

“Now that you have this skill, I will introduce you to the Green Slime Ambassador, Master Alexander Nebuchadnezzar James Francis the Fifth of the Western Plains of the Second Slime Sector.”

“Uh, excuse me. Could you slow down a bit, I think I’m falling behi-”

A heavy thud to my right interrupted my attempt to get some further explanation, and I couldn’t help but turn in surprise.

“Salutations, Murderer of the Green Slime Village of Welcoming.”

A large pink slime clad in blood-red armor was towering over me.

“Oh, uh, hello.”

“I see that your Loser Number Two Seven’s Axe has not been cleaned of my brethren’s remains. I expect nothing else from your species.”

“Sorry.”

“Do you understand the magnitude of your actions?”

“In my defense, I didn’t know th-”

“Are you willing to pay the price of the gelatin on your hands?”

“I mean, I didn’t even know you guys were sentie-”

“Will you atone for the sins that you have committed?”

“…Yes, sir.”

“I am glad to hear that. Sir Pudge the Judge, I will be awaiting the arrival of No Name Dungeoneer #15 , the Murderer of the Green Slime Village of Welcoming, no later than ten minutes from the current time.”

The pudgy man nodded, as the people around them sat in silence. The pink slime began to melt into the ground, and was soon gone from the room.

“I really wish the slime kingdom wasn’t such a handful.” A woman on the left side of the panel sighed in exasperation. “No Name Dungeoneer #15, I will now list your charges.”

“Right, okay.”

“You have committed the following offenses: Violation of an interspecies treaty, Murder of a Village Chieftain. Multiple Murders of Villagers, Forced Closure of a Residential Dungeon

The requested punishment from the Slime authorities was either immediate execution, or immediate expulsion from the World of Dungeoneering. However, we have managed to negotiate your terms.”

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“Wait, the expulsion doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Unfortunately, expulsion is synonymous with death here. So unless you want to be sentenced to death in a slightly different manner than execution, I would recommend the negotiated terms.

The lady looked at me with her eyebrows raised.

“Would you prefer that?”

“I’d like to hear the negotiated terms, please.”

“The negotiated terms are actually quite simple. You will simply need to work under Master Alexander Nebuchadnezzar James Francis the Fifth until he decides that your sins have been fully atoned for.”

The rest of the proceedings went by quickly as I agreed to the punishment that was laid out for me. My IngratePhone would occasionally buzz as it detected new “achievements” and wanted to notify me.

I also made sure to wipe my axe clean.

The pink slime reappeared when it was time to get me.

“No Name Fifteen. Understand that I will not treat you unfairly. I realize that your kind has many preconceived notions about non-humans, that are only remedied by the passage of time.”

The scenery around me melted away as I stepped out with the pink slime, returning to the busy scene of the surrounded small desk. I turned to look at the pink sli- the very attractive man?

“Are you surprised by how I appear? This is a necessary precaution, as there seem to be many poorly educated newcomers in this town. Courtesy of Lank the Bank, I’m sure.”

The woman that had guided me earlier looked over and began to walk over.

“Greetings, Master Alexander Nebuchadnezzar James Francis the Fifth.”

She performed a deep bow, and the “human” nodded in acknowledgement.

“I am pleased to see you well, Sheila Gobslayer of the Beginner’s Guild.”

Sheila smiled, then pulled out her IntelligentPhone.

“No Name Dungeoneer #15, you will be pleased to know that all of your classmates have successfully completed their first dungeon. Master Alexander Nebuchandnezzar James Francis the Fifth, I am sorry to report that four other slime villages suffered varying degrees of damage. Fortunately, none of them were wiped out like the Green Slime Village of Welcoming was.”

Master Alexander Ne- … Master Alexander nodded again upon hearing her report and turned to me.

“It appears that you will not be alone in reparations towards the Slime Kingdom.”

As we walked to exit the town, Master Alexander was giving me the tutorial to this new world that I assumed I was supposed to receive from Lank the Bank.

It appeared that there were many treaties in place between humans, slimes, and various other fantastical species that I recognized from pop culture, and had never heard of. The beginning of my time here was supposed to be a brief introduction to the various species that one would encounter during their time here, but my class had received a newly trained Guide.

“I will be pushing for his immediate removal.” Master Alexander had noted at the time.

He also explained to me that IntelligentPhone would evolve with its user, and that while extremely annoying at the beginning, would become more and more suited to its owner’s preferences.

Apparently for slimes, the IntelligentPhone equivalent was a gemstone. Master Alexander did not go into much detail about how it worked in comparison.

Unfortunately for me, since slimes did not have the same interface (as he called it) as humans did, he was not able to fully explain the importance and function of the many apps that were installed on the IntelligentPhone. He promised to make an appointment with one of the resident humans in the Slime Kingdom to more thoroughly explain the device to me and my arriving classmates.

“We have arrived at the appropriate spot.”

Right outside of the town, there was a plain stone pedestal. The sign next to it simply read, “To Slime Kingdom”.

I realized that Master Alexander had suddenly transformed back into his pink slime form.

“Much better. Come along No Name Fifteen. My colleagues have been informed of your arrival and my return.”

Master Alexander’s gelatinous body gestured towards the pedestal, and we both stepped on it.

Feature discovered! Teleport Pedestals!

Teleport Pedestal discovered! Loser Town #47 to Slime City #531 Waypoint Identified!

Two Notifications Suppressed.

“Master Alexander Nebuchadnezzar James Francis the Fifth of the Western Plains of the Second Slime Sector requests the usage of this teleport pedestal. Please teleport myself and…”

Master Alexander looked over at me.

“Grant Friedom.”

The pedestal vibrated a bit.

“I believe that… this world does not recognize that name.”

Seriously?

“… No Name Dungeoneer #15.”

The pedestal began to glow, and I felt my feet tugged at by an extremely unpleasant force. This time, the scenery around me briefly pulsed and melted away to my new location.

Which looked the exact same as where I had just come from, just with what seemed like slime hieroglyphs instead of words.

“Hand me your IntelligentPhone, please. Do you have a preference between Mister Grant Friedom and No Name Fifteen?”

“Grant is fine, Master Alexander Nebuchadnezzar James Francis the Fifth.” I managed to say his name without stumbling, surprise.

“Mister Pink will be fine.” The pink slime seemed to glow as if he was pleased with himself.

We entered the town, and my phone buzzed once again.

I didn’t bother looking at it this time.

The town was populated with a diverse group of colorful slimes that slid around. As we walked by, I noticed many slimes turning towards me, then immediately flinching away. I had the sudden realization that Master Ale- Mister Pink must have had some version of a translation skill, as all I was able to hear was panicked squee-ing from the slimes around me.

Right, I’m sure they could see my Slime Murderer title.

“With enough merit and good deeds, you will be able to remove that filthy title from your name.” Mister Pink spoke as we moved past the whispering crowds, not seeming to pay them any mind.

He was surprisingly quiet as we made our way towards our destination, and I noticed that I had not seen any other pink slimes during our walk.

Grrrrumble.

My stomach suddenly rumbled a bit, and I realized that I hadn’t eaten at all today. I had woken up late, so I wasn’t even able to grab breakfast.

Wonder if my family was told that I was going to suddenly be whisked away to a different world.