My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

Dark Priest, Mimic, Dungeon Builder, White Mage: it was a truly strange set of jobs, but these were what I chose to begin a particular set of circumstances. I began to absorb the energy of the dungeon into me, and then expel it into my dungeon. In short, I was devouring this evolving dungeon. Since I couldn’t free Miki of the dungeon, I would consume the dungeon until all that was left was Miki!

Miki didn’t let out a scream or show any amount of distress. Instead, she looked up at me with complete trust. Her eyes were red and tears still flowed down her cheeks, but she wouldn’t dare turn her back on me.

I had used the power of a dungeon to fuel spells before, but this was something on a far grander scale. This dungeon had consumed tens of thousands of souls across Aberis and had been reaching a state of evolution. It was literally breaking down and beginning the reforming process, and right when it was at its weakest, I grasped the core in my hand and began to consume it.

The area we were in had been cracking apart, the very fabric of this world being pulled apart piece by piece and converted into miasma. However, the flow had suddenly changed, and the infinite abyss outside this room had become a bright and blinding light. Rather, it was like the darkness was being sucked out, and all that remained was light.

I clenched my teeth as I felt a swelling within my soul. I would be lying if I said this didn’t feel painful. Miki had become a conduit between life to death, channeling souls through her body and expelling miasma. I was doing the exact opposite! I had become a conduit toward life. That was why I had the white mage equipped.

I held tightly onto Miki as a torrent of energy flew through me. Countless souls were sucked out of this dungeon and seemingly brought through me. The pressure and power of it all was incredible, and I felt like I might break at any moment. However, I knew I had to keep going. I had to take all of it. Miki seemed to be able to sense the distress I was in. She reached out and grabbed me, as she did so, her fox tails begin to spread out.

It split into two, three, four… and eventually nine tails. They wrapped around her body like a cocoon and then pushed into me. Miki was easing the burden of energy, widening the conduit and allowing the energy to flow faster. It helped for a bit, but the more energy we pulled, the more it grew. The mana was an explosive amount, enough to turn a small country to ash. We shared in their burden, clinging to each other, connected by streams of rainbow, creating a channeling circle between us.

“We need… more!” I spoke through clenched teeth.

The pressure was growing too fast. I felt like I was going to explode again. Miki slowly nodded her head as if she had come to some conclusion. She closed her eyes, and then squeezed me tightly as she let out a single cry. Her nine tails split once again, and then again. Her tails began to split endlessly. Each tail formed in a rainbow, and the entire dungeon became filled with a prism light that erupted around us. Miki’s body began to disappear, becoming nothing but a glowing light in my hands.

Her power flowed into my soul, writing itself into my lore. I felt an incredible feeling like I was floating through endless time and space. Miki and my body merged, and I could hear her thoughts. Her heart beat with mine. I could sense her feelings. Her love for me burned like a fire that fueled me, and power seemed to explode out once again.

“Master! The energy is too much! The dungeon is going to explode!” Elaya’s voice reached my ears.

“Then… I suppose it’s time to release it.” I responded, pulling something out of my inventory.

It was four regents: spirit fire, fairy dust, miasma, and gaia. By combining alternative forms of mana, you could sometimes create combination skills. They were unique skills that took on the properties of the mana sources you used. For whatever reason, any given person was able to only create one combination skill per regent.

I had already used all four regents earlier to create the skill Death Strike. Even though I was split at the time, it was still an intrinsic creation of my lore. There probably existed a fifth mana source, but I hadn’t discovered one yet. Alternatively, I could use only three or two mana sources, and as long as it was a unique combination, I could create a unique skill. I feared it wouldn’t be enough though.

“Do you want to save everyone?” I whispered.

“Yes…” Miki responded.

I lifted the regents. “Then you know what to do.”

The pair of us glanced at each other. We knew what to cast instinctively, and we knew what the result would be.

“Mass Resurrection!”

The world became nothing but light.