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"That doesn't make any sense," Tom muttered, unable to tear his eyes away from the slime. "Level fourteen? On the forty-second floor?" he asked, voicing out the obvious contradiction. 

Sweat started to trickle down Tom's neck. 

This wasn't the first time for the young man to be puzzled by the findings of the dungeon. But for the first time, he couldn't even form a single guess as to what this peculiarity could mean. 

Or rather, the answer was so obvious that it almost pushed itself to the tip of Tom's tongue, begging for him to spell it out loud. The thing was, the meaning behind such an answer was too disastrous for Tom to accept it. 

"What if all the monsters are on low levels? Just... stronger?" Marvin proposed the solution that Tom was unwilling to speak about.

Not because monsters being stronger on the first level was that much of a big deal on its own. After all, as their adventure within the dungeon proved, this didn't change anything.