Is it wrong to be a good Slime in a Dungeon?

An uncommon white slime appeared on the deep floors. Thinking he was doomed to be a weak dungeon monster, all he could do was hide in fear of being killed. He observed with his new senses how the area around him was somewhat familiar to him: the "Dungeon" from a fantasy series he liked. Also, he had become a miserable slime with no special powers but the ability to see about 15 meters away from him in a 360° black-and-white colored vision. At least he was getting stronger by absorbing the magic energy in the dungeon to live and cleaning the battlefields left by other monsters from blood and drop items. Seemed like no one wanted to actively hunt him from now and the only thing he couldn't deal with was his incapability of having his own "normal adventurer" experience. After days of training and eating magic stones, he managed to learn how to survive the floor, hunt other monsters for power, and steal magic stones from the battles happening on the 37th floor. After living like this for a long time, he finally had eaten and trained enough to become more than an inconvenience for adventurers, giving him confidence. One day, cleaning the dungeon area, he saw some strong female adventurers saying how they were disappointed they couldn't find any blue slimes to play with; one even joked about drinking one as a bet. Hiding in fear of being played as a slime soccer ball, he could only think of how familiar that party full of strong girls was. Ohh, this is an opportunity... The slime aberration smiled.