Nathan stared at the King Slime.
It wobbled in place, a giant blub of translucent blue gelatin, its core pulsing faintly at the center. A boss monster. The final challenge of an F-Rank dungeon.
He laughed.
It wasn't a loud laugh. Just a quiet, disbelieving chuckle that escaped his lips before he could stop it. After everything he had faced, he was standing in front of a slime. A level 12 slime.
"This is..." Nathan shook his head. "This is almost insulting."
But something nagged at him. He glanced at the system notification again.
[Dungeon Boss: King Slime, Level 12]
Dungeon. Not Tower.
He had never seen that terminology before. In his world, monsters came from Towers—the Babel Towers that had reshaped civilization two hundred years ago. Climbers climbed Towers. They cleared floors. They fought Tower bosses.
Dungeon was a different word entirely. It implied something smaller. Contained. Like a training ground or a controlled environment.
