My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1691

“Alright, so first thing first, you mentioned this toy chest that you mentioned.”

The witch had called it a dungeon reserve storage.

“Sure, daddy can access the menu. Simply insert your mana into me.”

“How much mana? I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.”

“It’s okay, daddy. I’m a big girl. Even if it hurts, I’ll take it all in.”

“Okay, I’m just going to start with a little.”

“Haaah… ahhhnn…”

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yes… daddy… haah… it just feels weird… don’t stop.”

“Alright… I’ll do it all at once, like ripping a band-aid.”

“No! Wait… Ahhhn!”

“Are you okay?”

“Daddy… is inside me…”

“Oh, wow… this is amazing.”

“Master is so daring…” Elaya panted.

“Why do I feel like even though they are just standing there holding hands, that I should find that guy in the suit from earlier,” Alysia complained.

“Bang her!” Astria cried out excitedly.

I turned to the three women who were staring at us with various levels of lewd expressions. “What are you perverts talking about? I’ve accessed a menu system. This looks just like the dungeon store!” ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

When I inserted my mana into Eliza, her body started to glow with various runes, just like my own did when I accessed the dungeon store. What ended up appearing was something far easier to use than all of my blind mumbling. The existence of Eliza had somehow taken a complicated process and created a GUI around it. I was able to access a menu telling me what items I could create and how much miasma I had to do it. It had even been built into a monetary miasma point system.

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The points were steadily raising like hp with regen, a few points every minute. Meanwhile, there were various construction options. I could access a complete map of the dungeon, something I wasn’t even able to do with Map, and I could expand or build freely. There was also an inventory, and that inventory included all of the items the dungeon had accumulated but not turned into miasma. When I defeated a dungeon, these would be the parts that would end up in the treasure room. However, it also included mobs that had previously been absorbed by the dungeon and not converted to mana, like the witch and Matty.

I could put out treasures in treasure boxes, rearrange areas, or change entire ecosystems. Every single choice I made had a cost, and the miasma truly was low. In the past, I could only vaguely understand these concepts in my head, but now they were blatantly organized and put on a screen that appeared next to my panting daughter. Eh? Why was she red-faced and panting?

“Eliza?”

“Daddy… it’s really hard… haah… I’m feeling dizzy. It’s too much.” She responded tearfully.

I immediately pulled out of her, the screen collapsing. I immediately patted her head and gave her a little kiss.

“I’m sorry, I got a little excited and couldn’t help myself,” I admitted guiltily. “We’ll go slower next time. After I put it in you a few more times, I think you’ll get used to the feeling.”

“Don’t worry, daddy, I can handle it. Daddy can use me however he wants.”

I smiled and her, and she smiled at me, and that’s when the conversation we had just been having finally crashed home in my brain.

“I’m not a daughtercon!” I shouted at the three women, who instantly looked away, whistling innocently.