As my senses once more return to me, I once more go through the ritual of flinching at the light and slowly clambering to my feet. 'Ughh, this is beginning to be a bit too common now, isn't it?' Before now, I've never fainted, passed out, and never really been knocked out - and yet within a day it's already happened twice. Still squinting, a flashing icon in the corner of my vision - which has never been there before - catches my attention. Thinking about 'opening' it or 'clicking' on it, yet another wave of screens flash across my vision.

  'Hoh-lee fuck what an infodump. And the fuck? I FUSED WITH THAT DAMN ACIDIC AND IRRITATING MOTHER FUCKER! At least it gave me some awesome buffs... I guess...' Rubbing my eyes after focusing for so long, I look around the room once more, and take in the carnage around me. I'm leaning against the wall opposite to the cubicles, and my 'walking stick' lies across the room. My leg is no longer in any pain, although my whole body aches, once again - evolution must not go easy on the body. Looking at the cubicles on the opposite wall, I can see the one that the queen slime came out of is much more battered than the rest, and there is a hole in the floor. Lo and behold, this is where the sign for 'Next Floor' is. Surprisingly, it is in neon piping, and brightly lit up in green. Strangely, it does not seem to cast off any light, and is just within my mind. Also, how fucking long was I unconscious for this time? Time is of the essence, you know!

  'Dungeon Timer'

  '...'

  '9 HOURS! I have 24 to complete the WHOLE FUCKING DUNGEON, and it took 9 HOURS for me to wake up after passing out, again. If it takes that long for the following floors, I'M DEAD ALREADY!' I spend a few moments both fuming and panicing at my lack of apparent time, before considering the benefits I got from it - although they will be useless if I die anyway. To list;

  

  
1. Bunch of cool perma buffs


  
2. Magical ability


  
3. Buffed magic regen (to a very high level - 10x more than standard)


  
4. Multiple levels


  
5. More stats


  
6. Some epic titles - hopefully I can display these later


  
7. Some sort of weapon - lets look at that.


  

  'Inventory!'

  'Identify Whip Of The Queen Slime (Sewer)!'

  At least I have something to protect myself with now. Even though I have never even held a whip before...'

  'Equip Whip Of The Queen Slime (Sewer)!'

  My new weapon appeared in my hand. 'Well, if I survive this, I will certainly have a much easier time starting out than others. While I am sure others will have buffs like these, they should be above that of the locals' starting stats, and hopefully slightly better than even my peers. I've even got a basic weapon!' I try to look on the bright side of things - pushing away facts like how I'm screwed, all of my peers are screwed, and I may never get to see my family again in my lifetime. Those cheery thoughts. 'At least the fight-or-flight instinct thing with us humans really helps us ignore emotional trauma for at least a short while during life-threatening situations. Otherwise, I'd probably be a broken mess, right about now - complete with issues like PTSD.'

  Having taken a few moments to recollect myself after the, well, stressful day so far, I approach the 'Next Floor' sign with trepidation. The first floor had mostly level one mobs, with a really OP boss. 'Hopefully the second floor has some less OP mobs - hopefully vulnerable to physical damage - I can actually deal out some of that damage type, with my new weapon... Also, I hope that the mobs stay below the recommended level for the dungeon. Otherwise, I may just be royally fucked.' I reach the sign, and look down. There is an uneven tunnel below - presumably carved by the slime's acid, which leads down into darkness. Sadly, I have no light source of my own. The only thing stopping the water flooding the room from draining away is the small lip at the edge.

  The start of the tunnel drops straight down for a few feet, before sloping gradually down into greater darkness. Clutching my only defense, the whip, I sit on the edge of the hole, before dropping down to the sloped passage below. As I land, My feet slip on the slimy rocks beneath, and I uncontrollably slide down the narrow, and bumpy, passage. In complete darkness, this is not a pleasant experience - hurtling down to god knows where. It, luckily, only takes a few seconds to reach the bottom, before bottoming out slightly, allowing me to slow down. Then, I shoot out into a open space - before dropping into waist-high, reeking water.

  'It's the fucking sewers isn't it... Figures...'