My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1613

When my soul bonded with a blessing, I would gain the knowledge within that lore. Looking at the second piece of blessing attached to my skin, I couldn’t say the same. This blessing was only skin-deep. It didn’t contain the lore or the knowledge yet. It contained a little bit of the dungeon’s energy, which was why people who had them were stronger, but that was it. I wish it would tell me the story, so I could understand what this grand war-changing weapon would be.

Yet, as I found with all of these dungeons, the only way you could find the answers was to keep walking forward. We left the second boss room shortly after getting the blessing and then headed on to the third. I could occasionally hear the shout of a monster in the distance. The hallway carried echoes well, so it gave the entire route a scary feel to it. One would be excused for feeling like there were monsters all around them ready to leap at a moment’s notice. If I didn’t trust in my Sense Life, I would have been terrified.

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As was, everyone else was on full alert. The two girls clung to me whenever there was a roar in the distance. Every monster that was formed in the thick miasma of the corridors seemed to leave before reaching us. They never appeared in front of us, although I had read in one book that the existence of mana being disturbed the local miasma, making it difficult for monsters to coalesce. I found myself dwelling on this as we walked, and that led me to wonder if one could increase the miasma in an area by continually stirring it with mana, allowing it to get ultra-concentrated. I already knew blowing miasma under a lake could eventually cause the lake to become a miasmic pool of death, so what other tricks were there?

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We reached the third boss room. With Cici at the front, the door opened just like all the others. We entered the room, and sitting there was another beast. This one was some kind of giant boar. By giant, I meant that it was the size of a house. Intelligence wasn’t needed when you had tusks that big. The boar charged immediately, and the group scattered as it slammed into the spot we had been standing. I was holding two girls, one in each arm.

“Why did you grab me. I would have gotten him!” Chance cried out.

“I hate them. Pigs are really dirty!” Cici added.

“Just stay out of the pig… ah… boars way, okay?” I asked in a no-nonsense voice as I put them down.

I turned back and went after the boar. The thing had a lot of health, and it was difficult getting it down. The most effective spell turned out to be one of Anne’s. She held up her hands and cast it while the paladins were knocked around left and right. When it landed, the boar took massive damage, eventually collapsing in death. As it disappeared, a particular drop appeared. It was a massive slap of pork meat.

“Tasty…” Chance had come out of hiding and was staring at the slab with drool coming down her mouth.

“We don’t have time to break and eat,” I told her, causing her expression to sink.

That’s when I heard a rumbling sound from someone’s stomach. I turned to find it was Anne, who was looking at me desperately.

“We’re not!”

The paladins, seeing two girls in distress and me the apparent cause, gave me deathly stares.

Fine… I guess we could afford to take a little lunch break.