My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

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“Here it is!”

“There really is a dungeon, huh?”

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Of course, I had already confirmed its existence before following the man. We were now about half a day’s travel outside of town. I had decided to leave Faeyna back in town, which caused her to grow a bit depressed. To give her something to do, I had her go out to buy cheap goods with the 2000 gold that would sell for a lot in the capital. I’d send her to the capital tonight and then bring her back tomorrow. Hopefully, she could make the difference in money for us. Double her profits shouldn’t be too difficult. This was, for all intents and purposes, the backup plan.

“Of course, there is a dungeon!’ The shady man snapped. “What do you take me for?”

I didn’t want to comment on that. Half the reason I went was that I figured he was leading me to some bandits. It was a bit crass, but no one minded if you robbed bandits. Plus, I could sell them off and earn even more profit. With luck, I could bring in a good thousand gold or so. It was the quickest way I could earn money that I could think of. The dungeon actually didn’t hold any interest for me.

Unfortunately, he had been honest at least this far. He had taken me to the dungeon on the outside of town, sitting over a cliff overlooking the ocean. It was actually a place you could see from a distance. That was because it was a tower, jutting into the sky. It was about forty levels high if I had to guess. On top of that, there was a light glowing on top. It was still probably a half an hour walk away from us.

“The Calypso Tower Dungeon.” He gestured widely. “It sprang up thirty years ago, and to date, no one has conquered it.”

“Is there a reason why?”

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“The dungeon has very meager rewards.” He explained, putting his hand next to his mouth as if he was delivering secret information. “The treasures are notoriously hard to find, so few professional Dungeon Divers are willing to dive in it.”

“Then, why am I willing to?” I responded with a snort.

“Ah! I said the treasures are hard to find, not nonexistent! Think about it, a dungeon that has existed for 30 years, having very few visitors killing and culling monsters. Its wealth must be vast! Once a strong adventurer conquers it, all that wealth will appear in the treasure room. You’d become instantly rich beyond your wildest dreams. 1000, no… 10,000 gold! Plus magic items, and even more!”

“It’s still a problem. I can’t make it to the boss room in any reasonable amount of time.”

“Usually, yes!” The man nodded, “But you have an advantage no one else has! Me! You see, I have been to the 39th floor. I’ve registered with the safe room there. For a small cut of the profits, I will take you to the end of the dungeon in an instant!”

Suddenly, his words started to sound just a bit tempting.

I scratched my chin and glanced over at him. “Go on…”

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