Is it wrong for slimes to be in dungeons? (revised)

Chapter 53: Tangled Mess

(Sophia POV)

There is no sun here.

Light sometimes, but the sun is far away. And more often than not it's just cold and dark.

It's deep too. The lower you go the darker it gets. There's a twisted beauty to it for some. But it's also dangerous. Monsters lurk here. Born from the cold walls of this place. And a moment's hesitance can get you killed.

There are many reasons people come down here. Some want glory and gold. Others seek the joys of adventure and battle.

I came here to kill.

Not out of hate or spite. I killed and reduced the creatures before me to dust because I was asked to.

I ripped apart, sliced up, and crushed the lives of so many things because that's what was asked of me.

Perhaps that made me a bad person.

But that didn't matter here. That was the sort of place this was.

The pit of monsters. Your reasons for being there didn't matter. It'd swallow you up, and if you weren't prepared for it, break you down.

Every moment is a fight for survival. To get back to the surface once again and find the sun hanging there in the sky.

How long has it been since I've lost myself to this place?

I didn't bother keeping track.

Dunes made of dust stand before me, proof of all the fighting I've done.

Shadows stretch behind me, but I don't look back at them.

This is the dungeon, a place I've only known a few months, that feels familiar enough to be my home.

And there's no sun here.

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I groggily open my eyes as harsh rays of light spill past the curtain covering the window in the carriage.

A dream...? I think listlessly as I regain my bearings.

It's not long before I'm well awake once again.

3 days have passed since Amaterasu's death. No signs of Rimuru showing up anywhere.

The carriage is stopped, moved off to the side of the road so as to not stop anyone from passing. I take a step outside, and see that the horses are grazing and taking a break. Henry is looking out at the scenery, an uncharacteristic peaceful expression on his face as he waits quietly in the tall grass.

I can only hold back a sigh as I watch. Why is it people can't be allowed to do what they're good at?

I take a step forward and instantly his expression hardens as he turns to face me.

A scowl grows on his face as he opens his mouth. "You're awake already?" He asked in half disbelief.

I stare back at him in silence.

"What does it look like?" Ava answers for me. Thankfully the idiot can't actually talk or else I'd have found myself into way more problems than I care to count.

"Tch, you look like a mess," he criticizes.

I feel worse. I comment silently. Since we started this journey, my sleep schedule has flown out the window, much to Henry's chagrin.

To be clear, this isn't out of concern, but because according to him if I don't sleep properly my effectiveness will decrease. I can't exactly argue with that assessment, I could feel parts of my body shutting down. Trembling in my limbs, difficulty breathing, blurry vision, the works.