Peaches is sat inside Ali's with Sweet A and Sweet B. After a lot of effort on her part, the Pink Slime has finally managed to complete a full transformation on herself and now looks completely human.

With this development, Peaches speech pattern has also improved significantly. Due to that, she is now allowed to mingle in the mountain town of Varona without causing any suspicions. Even the fact that she has the most perfect skin isn't enough to catch her out as she's one of many in the city of beauty.

Currently, the Slime-in-disguise is enjoying one of the sweetest delicacies that Ali's has to offer as she enjoys her lunch break. Peaches works in lots of different locations and has the most part-time jobs out of everyone I know. Even when working, however, she still has to have at least two of the Sweets accompanying her for some reason.

Not that they're a burden in any way. The extra pair of hands usually goes a long way in making the working day more productive for whoever ends up with them on any given day.

Whether it's working reception at the Royal Halls or assisting Lucinda in potion brewing whilst serving customers, Peaches always has a smile on her face.

Simon's role inside Varona is simple. He is now what we call a Dungeon Supervisor. With a fully-fledged Categoriser on the payroll, I took full advantage of his knowledge and expertise and completely switched his job role. Instead of categorising, he now watches over and instructs the groups that are leveling up on Goblins.

Having more than one Categoriser on the books is a major blessing for any city. Never mind one that's actually a dungeon in disguise. Currently, the ginger-haired elder of the three is inside his own office at City Hall. Sitting in a chair several sizes too big, Simon counts the gold on his desk, stacking one piece on top of another.

"173, 174, 175." Mid count, the concentrating Categoriser is startled by a loud knock at the door and his sweaty fingers slip. This in turn causes the tower of gold to come crashing down on his desk with sounds that make Simon smile instead of frown. Money has always been his main motivator after all.

"And I was doing so well. Nevermind. It's my gold. I can count it again," The gold-obsessed man chuckles before he wipes the coins off the desk and into the top drawer. He composes himself and then shouts, "Enter!"

Wearing an outfit befitting of a city official with her hair up in a bun, Deputy Mayor Sacha enters the Categoriser's office. Her glasses shine in the sunlight reflected from the window as she stops on the other side of his desk.

"Were you enjoying yourself?" She asks knowing full well that Simon had been stacking his coins again. The sound of falling gold was relatively easy to hear as she was only on the opposite side of his door. Simon takes her comment the wrong way however and immediately turns bright red.

"I would never do anything of the sort and even if I did, it certainly isn't the time or place for such... Activities." Coughing at his last word, Sacha looks at the embarrassed man with a puzzled expression until she realises what he means. She laughs at the misunderstanding and produces a bag from behind her back.

"This might help you to reach greater heights?" Raising her eyebrows at the red-faced man, Sacha holds it out in front of herself for him to notice. He returns her previous look of confusion until the heart-warming sound of clinking fills his ears. The sound is coming from the bag in her hand. Realising the error on his part, Simon's face reddens more than what Sacha believes to be possible.

"Shit. I didn't mean... I don't... Why is my mind suddenly in the gutter?" Recently, Simon has been having more and more thoughts of the sexual nature. Surrounded by copious amounts of sex appeal, however, he had just put it down to that fact alone.

"It's ok. There's nothing wrong with a healthy imagination. Maybe you should give Veris a visit?" Having already met Veris, Simon's face loses colour and he struggles to respond.

"I... I think I'll give that one a miss for now, thank you. However, if that's all you've come for, I think I'll get back to my gold." Overlooking the beautiful, blue-haired Deputy Mayor, Simon opens his drawer before emptying the contents of the bag inside. Adding to his already large collection he smiles in satisfaction and feels a tinge of arousal creeping back over him.

"Maybe it's the gold?" He says as Sacha leaves him alone with his one true love.

The Black Death rolls around in the meadow that was created by its Master as it contemplates the easy-going lifestyle it pursues. The evolution that came about from the Large Black Slime is the ruler of its floor and as such it is its job to ward off any intruders.

However, the problem with that role is that there isn't much in the way of foot traffic down here on the thirty-fifth floor. This leads to the Black Death having copious amounts of free time in which it doesn't know what to do with itself.

Luckily, it isn't alone in this endeavour as it's surrounded by a large amount of other-coloured Slimes that also have no idea what to do with their lazy days. They shuffle back and forth before repeating the same patterns in what look like endless rotations.

Arriving at the right time to help out the depressed residents of floor thirty five, Peaches walks in with her Sweet companions. After seeing the sorry state of the Slimes' everlasting boredom, she feels terrible and decides to take matters into her own hands.

Using the knowledge she has learnt since entering Abi's dungeon, Peaches teaches the Boss of the floor how to transform into a person. Not only does she teach the Black Death how to master the skill, but she even helps out all the other Slimes while she's at it.

Making a game out of who can do the best copy of their Master, the majority of them end up not doing such a bad job and their gloomy frowns soon pass. The contracted Pink Slime looks over the group that are putting their best efforts in and smiles. Her life as a Slime was a solitary one, until she stumbled upon the mysterious mountain she now calls home that is.

Now, surrounded by smiles and laughter, she wouldn't have it any other way and can't even imagine herself being alone again. Happy she joined the dungeon all that time ago, Peaches jumps back into the mix to help those who haven't fully grasped the transformation skill yet and even joins in on the fun.

"Do you think we should tell someone? What if they've already noticed?" Mark Ely asks his wife as he looks out of the window. He didn't want to be the first to speak and is terrified of her response, but he took the first step anyway.

"I would rather die than let them take my child!" Tina shouts in a hushed manner.

"That's not what I meant and you don't even know that would happen. You're assuming the worst and I get it. I do. I'm scared too." Moving away from the window, Mark places his hands on his wife's shoulder. "He hasn't even had his first birthday yet, T, and he's already grown so much. What if our son's a mage or something? As a father I'm so proud, but I can't shake off that little bit of fear that something's wrong. If we just take him to Tilly, then..." Mark's sentence is cut short by a slap to the face.

"No! What if they try to take him because of his growth?" she cries.

"Take him where, T? He's gifted by mana and that's fantastic, right? People gifted in magic generally live great lives. Not that we're doing so bad ourselves right now, but I still think we should see Tilly to be safe." Mark prepares himself for another slap, but opens his eyes after it doesn't arrive.

His wife is silently trying to hold back her tears. The crushing need to protect her child is the strongest emotion present inside the young mother. She knows that every word her husband speaks he believes to be true, but she can't help but feel like someone will take her child away from her.

Downstairs, what anyone would assume to be a three year-old child and the offspring of the parents arguing upstairs is listening in on their heated conversation. The young redhead has crimson eyes and looks as though he should be related to Noir more than he does his parents.

Since reincarnating into the mountain town of Varona a few months ago, the faster-than-average growing child has found himself in a land of magic and make believe. Bruce Gold, the A-star orphan, would never have believed it to be possible if he had been told it would happen beforehand. However, living life firsthand offers undeniable truth that no one would be able to ignore. If they did they would end up getting lost in denial and going crazy.

Time mages age faster than any other mage due to a skill they possess. This speciality is exclusive to their branch as even an unclassified mage would know what their speciality was going to be if they grew up faster than their friends. The aging skill persists until they reach adolescence and then reverts to slow down the aging process, extending their life span tenfold.

In Bruce's case, with the knowledge he already possesses on how the body grows and what he should be doing at that time to help it along, his new life is off to a fantastic start as he has almost mastered speaking.

What shouldn't be possible for a regular Tironian is no problem at all for a reincarnated Time Mage and Bruce Gold, the teenager-turned-child is witnessing and living the strange phenomenon first hand. With a family that cares about his well being and magic at his untrained fingertips, the A-star orphan thinks about his future and smiles.

Sophie, the ex-dungeon diver and Light's girlfriend, has also found work inside the dungeon due to its opening to adventurers. She now assists the Categorisers and leads groups as they level up on the Goblins that roam Abi's top layers.

With experience in the field, Sophie was the perfect candidate to help train, guide and lead new adventurers into the dark depths and teach them as she does so. It also frees my Assassin to complete missions faster than he was doing previously.

Not that Sophie is slow. She just doesn't possess the same set of skills as her significant other. However, she never let this bothers her. Sophie has always wanted to be in a relationship, she had just never found the right man. Little did she know at the time that her man had been created by a dungeon, but even after learning that knowledge she wasn't deterred.

A large grin is spread across Veris' face as she swings the object in her hand towards the cheeks of the subdued woman. The victim of the paddling by paddle is none-other than Sweet C and she is making questionable noises as the diamond-rimmed object raps away in satisfaction. Loud enough that they catch the attention of a curious passerby.

From the doorway, a pair of on-looking eyes sparkle in curiosity as she watches the masochist and sadist engaged in their daily act. Her lip quivers and her body trembles with each thwap of the paddle. She clutches her robes tightly as her heart beats faster. Every beat of the bat is followed by dozens of her own. Her body begins to sweat and her breath gets heavy as she edges closer and closer to the scene.

The eyes belong to the once-Acolyte turned Disciple, Ang. The dungeon priests level up slower than the rest of my family as they spend more time preaching dungeon love than leveling. Plus, their only source of XP comes from the Coliseum and they barely frequent the violent place as it is. Even though they are able to revive, thanks to one of the building's extremely-useful features, there are only a handful of fighting enthusiasts to be found among the dungeon worshippers.

As Ang slides her feet further and further forward, her presence doesn't go unnoticed by the people in the room. The spectator spectates from her place on a purple sofa and the two engaged in the act continue on. Happier for the extra set of eyes to spice things up.

Sweet D's pats the empty seat beside her. Motioning for Ang to sit down, she accepts the offer without words and silently watches what some would call entertainment?

For a dungeon-worshiping priest, the last place you would expect them to end up would be watching Veris and Sweet C. Nonetheless that's where she has found herself and in a moment of outburst she cries "I want to try too!" before flushing redder than carpets inside the Royal Halls of Regeneration.

Regretting her action instantly, Ang plants her eyes on the floor until Veris' boots come into view. Slowly, she raises her head until her eyes are level with that of the woman in front of her. Her silk-white hair looks perfectly brushed, even though moments ago her actions definitely dictate that it shouldn't be so.

"So. Which side would you like to be on?" Veris' face is full of anticipation. She's hoping she found a new addition to her own ranks. Even without a title, or an actual feature, the Boss of Abi's dungeon is slowly amassing a small group of sado-masochists inside the Pleasure Palace.