My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

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“A boat?” The craftsman scratched his head.

I was in Chalm, asking the various craftsmen if anyone could construct us a boat. I really didn’t want to depend on something made for the sea though, because navigating a closed-off dungeon would clearly be a different experience. I couldn’t imagine how the King and his party had managed to pass that level without having an ability like Portal. Did adventurer’s just keep a boat in their storage rings just in case? It was no longer a mystery to me why so few made it past the 25th level.

Getting to the 29th level was headache-inducing. It left me appreciating the mana starvation method that had been used on Terra’s Dungeon. I realized now that had I tried to enter her dungeon at it’s prime, it would have been impossible for my party back then to complete it. Of course, things were a lot different now, so I was eager to make that last push. Once this mission was done, I could truly focus on building the war effort. I’d prefer to reach that point before Lord Reign and the Imperial Cloud Meadow knew that I was preparing for war.

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“We need a narrow boat that can make sharp corners. A low sail would be good as well. It needs to fit six.”

He shook his head. “I can’t do boats. You’d need to go to a harbor town for this kind of thing.”

That was the answer I had universally received. If I wanted a boat, I needed a craftsman from the sea. We were landlocked and as far in Aberis from the sea as we could be. It was nearly a six-month journey to reach the other side of Aberis. I didn’t have that kind of time.

“Without a competent shipwright, we’d be at risk any way it is.” I sighed.

Shipwright was the name of the craftsmen who would create and design boats. I could just have them construct something using my memories and ingenuity, but we were talking about testing it against a dungeon. A single mistake could end up meaning death. If any of my girls fell into the water, those creatures could filet them in under a minute.

“What are we going to do, Master?” Lydia asked, the girls all watching me with just a hint of anxiousness.

I shook my head slightly and sighed. This King was certainly a difficult guy to find. When we finally got to the bottom of this dungeon, what we discovered better be worth all of this. I was starting to feel like I was really in a game. One quest led to a side quest which led to a fetch quest. I finally made my decision and stood up.

“Pack up, girls. We’re heading back to the Capital.”

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“We’re going to look for a shipwright slave?”

“That’s an option, I admitted, but I’m thinking it’d be better to take the traveling guild’s portals straight to the sea so we can buy something that already exists. Perhaps the shipwrights will be able to modify it for us. Perhaps, we can also look into establishing some more trade. In that case, she would be useful.” I ended up mumbling that last part to myself.

“You can also have fun with your big-breasted elf maid!” Lydia spoke up a little too excitedly, causing some of the craftsmen to shoot us looks.

Blushing, I turned my head angrily, “Her name is Faeyna! And no, I wasn’t thinking about her ample breasts! You know, I don’t make every decision with my penis, right?”

Why were all the girls looking at me doubtfully? That hurt a little.

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