My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

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The path through the dungeon was wide enough for five men to walk abreast. The cart fit through without any trouble. We continued through the dark passage, only lit with lights. I create a few orbs of my own to save on torches, but ultimately the light spell was still the most useful one I had for seeing in this oppressive place. Since I wasn’t in a formation with anyone else, they didn’t get to benefit from my light spell.

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Not every dungeon was pitch black. Some had their own eternal light sources. They could replicate the outdoors complete with a sun, or possess torches and scones that remain alight seemingly forever. This was all done with the mana that ran through every part of the dungeon, including the walls. I had to remember that this was a living place and the dungeon could trick us at any moment.

There didn’t appear to be any side passages from which someone could mount a surprise attack, but just because we were walking down a long corridor now didn’t mean that there wouldn’t be openings forming behind or in front of us. This tunnel wasn’t all there was to this dungeon. According to them, it had been around nearly one hundred years.

Didn’t that make it closer to a Great Labyrinth? I suspected it was a lot bigger than it seemed on the surface. Perhaps I was being too careful. Everyone else was calm. However, I had seen too many dungeons and suffered too many setbacks to just accept this dungeon on the surface. I knew that some dungeons did get along with humans. Was this dungeon part of that so-called council? The more I learned, the less I knew, it seemed.

“We’re going to stop here.”

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“Huh? Already?”

“It’s nighttime.” The old dwarf raised an eyebrow at me.Google seaʀᴄh ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

I looked back and forth down the dark and unchanging hallways. Was it? I wouldn’t be able to tell without creating a portal out of here and checking. I didn’t want to do that in front of these guys. It was better to keep your secrets to yourself. I wasn’t the one who usually kept time in my party. I didn’t know how long we had been down here, but I wasn’t particularly tired. Then I realized that at this pace, I could probably go a few days.

“I’m beat!” The adventurer groaned, pulling off his pack.

Unlike me who had everything in my inventory, these guys had to still carry backpacks and stuff. Of course, I wouldn’t reveal I had inventory. Instead, I’d pull out a storage ring from my inventory and use that. At least having a storage ring is something they could accept. I kept them in my inventory instead of on my person because I didn’t want to see another set destroyed. I had cleared out every inventory ring in Aberis and destroyed them in the last half-year since I had come to this world. My current ring was the one lifted from the king which had a slow-time enhancement as well as the one that held my boat.

I sighed and helped set up camp. I had gotten too used to portaling everywhere and being on top of things. I guess I’d have to rough it for a few days.

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