My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

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“Master!” Faeyna was there to greet me thanks to my communication earlier that day.

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At the moment, I left Slave Master equipped as my job. I felt a little naked without White Mage, but if we’re honest, the moments I need it are slim and few. Still, I never noticed how often I’d see a scraped knee or feel a bit tired and casually tossed out a Refresh skill or basic Heal. Now that the job was no longer available, I had to force the spells to work.

I could do them thanks to my proficiency, but only just. They failed more often than not, and they wasted a lot more mana than using it when the job was equipped. However, the skills were available. That was really important, as it proved some of my previous beliefs on how the job system worked. Everything was built off the previous thing. Your jobs were basically a structure which grew your skill base. Your proficiencies are what decided your path.

Therefore, it was a person’s behavior that decided their jobs, not the other way around. While it was possible to get an unexpected job and then radically change course to do that, it’d be like finding out you had a skill you previously didn’t know you had and then taking advantage of that skill.

So, I inadvertently discovered a new way of training my abilities. Well, I had already known of this method when it came to Swordsman. I had tried to use Basic Swordsmanship without having Swordsman equipped, and it certainly worked to an extent. I realized now the same kind of concept could be applied to magic. About the only thing I couldn’t replicate were status bonuses, experience boosts, and job modifiers. Then again, maybe that was something that could be replicated? I felt that more study was needed on the job system. This world, or I probably should just say the books that were in Aberis were pretty deficient on that kind of knowledge.

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When I asked who had the most complete knowledge on job trees, I found out it was regrettably the Imperial Cloud Meadow. Besides being nearly five times the size of Aberis with a much denser population, it seemed like they were tougher too. Constantly at war with the Demon lands, the people north of us were typically higher level with higher tier jobs, which was just one more reason Prince Aberis was hesitant to cause issues with them. It would make sense that the only other High tier Slave Master I ever met came from a place that had a better understanding of job and skill trees. At some point, it’d be nice to take a visit, but after the fallout from my battle with Lord Reign, there is no saying what will happen.

“Faeyna… you’re crying!”

I had been thinking about other things, but Faeyna held me tightly, and suddenly I realized she was crying on my shoulder when I felt the dampness. I guess she had been frightened as well by my disappearance. Unlike the other girls who at least had an idea what happened, all she knew is that we didn’t make the arrival date. She was abandoned in Kingsport for 2 days without knowing anything.

On top of that, I hadn’t offered her any repentance, not that I could since she was an elf. Therefore, I softly patted her head. The other girls didn’t look on jealously at all. They understood the feeling perfectly. For all my desire to learn about jobs and skills, it looked like I still had a thing or two to learn about women as well.

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