My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1605

The stairway continued down for some time, but we eventually reached the bottom. This opened up into a long hallway underneath the water. This would be the equivalent of the first level for this champion’s gauntlet. The miasma was far thicker down here, and much more similar to what I was used to from a dungeon.

“The monsters on the islands form down here?” I asked.

“Quite observant.” Calypso chuckled. “As expected from a fellow master. Yes, the surface miasma is far too low for monsters to be created. One could say that this is the true dungeon where the magic is made. The miasma is vented onto the island, and the monsters follow along with it.”

“Does that mean we’ll be encountering more monsters down here, or less?” I asked.

“I wonder.”

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“Calypso.”

“Do you usually require so much information before entering a dungeon? Isn’t it better to just figure it out on your own? I could always be wrong, after all.”

I did tend to go into dungeons blind. Sometimes I would buy a map to copy into my map skill, but otherwise, I did very little research. This was not the norm. For most people, a trip into a dungeon was a major event that requires weeks if not months of preparation. A single level often took days to defeat, and there were 5 levels in between safe rooms, presuming you could even find the next one.

For those dungeons that were well documented, they would study up on them, hire guides like Raissa had once been, get maps, take testimonials, and even then, go in with full supplies. When they were venturing into parts unknown, it was even more serious. One had to account not just for camping in a potentially dangerous place filled with monsters, account for complete darkness, a need for food, water, and the potential for a need to suddenly escape, but they also had to deal with the miasma weighing down on them, something I took for granted these days.

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It was clear that Titan Fall was uncomfortable diving into an unknown part of this dungeon without any prior reconnaissance. They were experts on dungeon diving, and also the ones most vulnerable to dungeons. The church had its defense against miasma. Calypso was a miasmic creature. I had a god soul. Cici and Chance were immune. Cici had been altered by my dungeon and Astria, while Chance had been altered by Roth. I had learned when I absorbed his lore that forcing young people to be exposed to dungeons regularly helped them build up an immunity to miasma. He had done this with every girl intended for his harem, so the lionesses, while not protected in the same way my slaves were, still had a high resistance to miasma.

So, it turned out Titan Fall was at the greatest disadvantage here. The only reason they weren’t complaining about it was because of Alysia. I’m sure they would have done things differently, and much more carefully. I realized that my methods truly looked reckless to an outsider. I knew I had access to Portal, Slave Communication, and my Soul World among other things. I had True Dungeon Diver as a job and had many different skills like Map, Tracking, Detect Traps, and Sense Danger which allowed me to navigate it safely. When I needed to escape it, I could do that just as easily.

“Stay close,” I ordered, and then continued.