My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

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I had a feeling that what I had just done was not something that happened often. It was probably pretty rare that someone was inflicted with karmic debt. Otherwise, I would have heard about it happening more often. Then, you would need to resolve that karmic debt through a magical means, which only exists in a high-level skill. That meant White Mages or Priests. I imagined Priests probably had their own version of Ablution.

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Now, I had some kind of mimicry job. Perhaps, the fact that I was frequently changing my face and had been hiding my identity for the last few months also contributed to this unique job being unlocked. I decided to just count my blessings. I gave up Hero for a bit and equipped Mimic instead. The rest of the demons were fairly low level, but with the bonuses, they were enough that Hero went up to 21, and Demon Knight was up to 3. They’d be higher if either of these jobs had been support skills, but I couldn’t afford to concentrate on support right now.

By the time I finished looking at this new stuff, the skeleton had already turned to dust, becoming one with the dungeon again. Since he inflicted me with his karmic debt, I had a feeling he’d never respawn again. Since I was karmically selected as the messenger, I wondered how this dungeon would warp if I didn’t fulfill the role assigned to me.

As I was considering such things, I felt a nudge on my arm. I looked to my side to see the skeleton horse. He had seemingly returned and was now acting affectionate like we were long time friends. That’s when it dawned on me.

“You think I’m your Master, don’t you?”

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I had taken on his Karmic debt, so now I appeared to be Drakus Lightking to anyone in this dungeon. I wondered if I looked like a skeleton to them. They seemed to be conscious that they were skeletons, although they were fighting on with the desires they possessed when they were humans. I cautiously touched the horse. He had no hair, and like his master, glowing white orbs were the only thing that indicated he was living at all. At least he had a saddle, so sitting on him wouldn’t be a problem.

I grabbed the reins and pulled myself up onto the horse. I had rarely ridden horses, and it had always been a disaster before. It was to the point where I was terrified of them and avoided them when I could. Now, I didn’t have any of that fear. That didn’t make me a better rider, but first of all, this horse was paired to me and attuned to me as its rider, and second, the horse was dead. I didn’t have to worry too much about things like kicking it too hard when it didn’t even have much of a body to kick.

We moved down the trail, unconsciously heading in the same direction that the skeleton had been heading before the attack. When I reached a break in the trees, I glanced at the distant castle. That was a castle that belongs to the Demon Lord Aberon. I didn’t find it a coincidence that Lord Aberis was the man who sent me there and Lord Aberon was the demon I needed to fight. The two demon lords had to have some kind of relation to each other.

“You said I needed an army, Drakus,” I muttered. “Then, let’s see about that.”

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