My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1588

While I was fighting the sasquatch, whatever spell was clouding the island was suddenly lifted. In an instant, my map was updated to the current appearance of the island. It wouldn’t differ much from the map I had already copied, but it was at least more detailed. Sense Life was presumably working as well, but there were no enemies within range at the moment. The fight had caused any monsters to scatter.

“Master, if the fog is gone…”

“Then the ambush is over.” I finished, making an irritated noise as I began to move through the island.

I was able to move much faster. With Sense Life, I could quickly determine where enemies were and avoid them. It took another half-hour, but I finally found the clearing that the trap was set in. At the very least, I could see the cut ropes, and there appeared to be some struggle. As for Carmine, she wasn’t present, nor was anyone else.

I didn’t have a hunting job, so it wasn’t like I was one of those people who could construct a scene. However, I had to give it a try. After searching the place thoroughly, I accidentally stumbled over a piece of metal embedded in the ground. When I pulled it out, I found a small piece that had been broken off the front plate of armor. It appeared to be the typical bright and shiny armor that Carmine would have been wearing. To be struck hard enough that a chunk of it broke off, it didn’t speak well. I immediately tried a resurrection, but that didn’t come either. I used the track skill, and that also didn’t work. The fog that dampened mana also prevented a mana trail from being formed.

“They kidnapped her,” I concluded, throwing the broken armor into my soul world.

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“The question is… who are they?” Alysia asked.

I didn’t have an answer to that. I started to understand Calypso’s vague story. Whoever they were, they did cover their tracks. Furthermore, they’ve arrived and had some interest in this dungeon.

“We’ll have to find out.” I reorientated myself on the map and then started heading in a certain direction.

“What do you have in mind?”

“There may be one person who knows who is here. I just hope I can get them to talk to me.”

“You don’t mean…”

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I nodded. “I just need to give him a wake-up call and hope he’s not too offended.”

My plan wasn’t that complicated. Dungeons were giant recorders. Anything that happened within them was incorporated into the lore. Even with their fog, these mysterious people wouldn’t be able to enter the dungeon without being seen. As long as I could talk to the dungeon master, I was hoping to get them to show me who they were and where they were, just like Matty had done to help me find Miki.

Ideally, I would go to the seventh island and fight my way to the final boss room of the dungeon, but that was an SSS floor and I was already having difficulty dealing with just the S island on my own. Thus, I intended to confront the boss of this floor and to use them to get a hold of the dungeon master. There were a couple of methods that I could think of to get him to expose himself.

It still was risky though. This was the 5th island, which meant that this boss would be the equivalent of a level 50 dungeon boss. In reality, I had never fought a boss this powerful, and I was going to confront them solo.