He found himself in a large garden, full of the sweetest flowers and fruits. The gardeners were young catgirls, all of them wearing bathing suits.

He sat in the middle of this heaven, on top of a crimson red throne.

“Sunny-sama!” Said the white catgirl, gently patting his muscular abs. “Tell me you love me the most!”

Another hand kissed his abs.

“No, Sunny-sama!” Said the tan catgirl. “Tell me I’m your favorite!”

“W-What are you talking about? Of course I’m Sunny-sama’s favorite!”

“How dare you assume that? Our mighty Sunny-sama only deserve the best!”

“You damn pussy-cat!”

“You damn milk drinker!”

Sunny put his hand between the two gals. Laughing with his deep manly voice, he hugged the girls tightly to his hyper-muscular body.

“Ladies-ladies! There’s enough of me for the both of you!”

“Ahh, Sunny-sama!” Said the white catgirl.

“I love you so much!” Said the tan catgirl.

“Uh, Master?” Said the large moth.

“W-What?”

The spore’s light shining in his face, he woke up in the same miserable reality from before. He watched the sky (the dark ceiling) for a while, holding back an urge to curse the gods. Then he reluctantly ordered his slime to come and pick him up.

“Good morning, Luna! What’s up?”

“We got company.”

“Huh?”

Three figures stood behind him. They were thin like bean people. They wore long brown robes and large wooden hats, reminiscent to a mushroom's cape. Rugged scarfs hid their faces. Their white skin was only visible on their fingerless hands, gripping the handle to the small wooden swords attached to their sides.

Sunny immediately recognized them! And as such, his inner weeb took over.

“Yosh! Luna and Mr. Slime, take a bow before the samurais!”

“W-What?! But Master, what if they are enemies?”

“Oh… uh… are they?”

The samurais kneeled down. The one in the middle grabbed something from his little side-bag and offered it to Sunny. It was a piece of colored glass. Broken.

“That’s… thank you?”

They didn’t speak. The two samurais stood up and approached the group from both sides, gripping their weapons. The one in the middle waved before walking into the mushroom jungle.

“Master…” Luna stepped closer, watching the two samurais silently stare at them. “Are we in danger?”

Sunny watched as the colored glass swam inside the slime. It was small and insignificant, bearing no letters or an image. It was ordinary junk.

“No.” He followed the samurai. “I don’t think so.”

The way forward led into tall grass. The leader grabbed a gourd from his pocket. It was full of white sand which, when poured to the ground, revealed a pink line running in the dirt.

It followed a pattern, though one without a shape. The road was long. A seemingly endless journey through the tall grass, which eventually led to a sight none of them was expecting.

“N-No way…”

Fields of moss wherever the eye can see with other caped figures cultivating the lands. In the middle of this ring hidden by grass stood a tiny village.

The houses were small and round. The walls were made out of a solid white substance and the roofs were cones of dry grass. Some of them had chimneys, from which smoke came out.

Sunny was more than excited. Smoke meant fire, fire meant civilization, civilization meant other people. He would finally be surrounded by humans or at least humanoid creatures.

The main street was narrow. A group of children ran by them. They were playing football with a small rag of clothes.

One of the children fell, just in front of Sunny.

“Whoops! Watch your step, little guy!” He smiled, only to have it torn off by the shock that followed.

The little kid had no face. It looked at him as someone with eyes would. Then it ran to the others of its group.

“What the…”

“Such an interesting group of creatures!” Luna rejoiced. “Are these the so-called humans?”

He looked around while walking down the street. People wore the same hat and identical clothes, only differing in color. They had small chairs and tables put out, where old people sat beside jugs of water. Their skin was wrinkled and full of dark spots. But they had no signs of a face.

“I’m not sure, Luna…”

There was even a small bar, which he caught glimpse of. The insides were completely wood, having no decoration and only a few windows. Oh, and windows! They weren’t made out of glass. They were like wooden doors, only smaller and almost always open.

At the end of the street was a hill. On top of that was a building unlike the rest, bearing four corners and a solid roof. The stairs leading up to it were surrounded by tiny mushrooms of varying colors.

“Luna.” He leaned closer.

“Why are you whispering, Master?”

“Just listen! If something bad happens, run away! Alright?”

“What are you talking about? I won’t leave Master behind!”

“Trust me, bro, I’m stronger than I look. And I have this cool-ass slime to defend me.”

“So?”

“If I get hit by a sword, it bounces off my sturdy skin. If you get hit by one, you risk losing a limb.”

“That’s worth it if I can defend you, my Master!”

“I don’t think you understand.”

“You don’t understand, Master! You gave me a name, the ability to think, to have thoughts more complex than ever before! Complex, what a beautiful word! You allowed me to enjoy language and I’m forever grateful for that!”

“Luna…”

“When it comes to a fight, I’ll be the first to give my life for you, Master! After all, my life has truly begun when we’ve met.”

She had an innocent joy in her eyes. Sunny despised that. He hated that she was grateful. He never asked her to be and it made him feel even more powerless.

“Look, Master! We made it!”

The large temple had no door. Rugs hung from the doorframe. They were red and purple. They appeared to have a pattern, but they were just unintelligible jumble.

Sunny took a deep breath. He knew whatever lies beyond may greatly affect the way forward. Though scared and confused, curiosity conquered once more. He pulled the sheets aside and entered the temple.