My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1659
The lore of humanity wasn’t a dungeon core, and it wasn’t some mystical origin piece. Now that I had absorbed it, or at least Calypso’s copy of it, I understood that it was nothing more and nothing less than information. However, information was power, and this information happened to be everything about the human race. I understood the human race intimately. I could create humans if I wanted to, using my dungeon. This was different than the mobs I could create using lore.
Yes, I could summon a bandit thanks to the lore that I had gained from the Bandit’s Respite. I had many different types of bandits, and many of them would be human. However, that wasn’t quite the same thing. I was copying something old, rather than creating something new. With the lore of humanity, I understood humanity, and thus I could create humanity.
It was more than that though. I could connect with all humans. I could feel the humans all across Faerith, from those still in the dungeon with me to those in Chalm and even those on the border of the demon realm. I could feel the humans in the Faerie Plains too. I could reach across the great ocean and I could feel their helplessness and their anger as they lived under the tyranny of the fairy. I could feel more humans even far there. I could feel the distant pinprick of humanity, spread across the many worlds that made up a playing field I had never seen before.
Perhaps more terrifyingly, I could feel the presence of others… other kings on other worlds, and as I became aware of them, I could feel them becoming aware of me. I also became aware that my knowledge of humanity was incomplete. It was only a piece of the origin of humanity, the little fragment that happened to land on Gaia.
These fragments came from the destruction of some kind of great world. It was a world where mana, soul, and body intercepted. Figuro had once told me that there were three primordial races, fae, angels, and demons. Everything else had descended from them. This had never been supported by anything else I had read, yet the origin seemed to suggest that the great world once belonged to all three. Perhaps it was better to say that we all once belonged to single lore.
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That lore was shattered long, long ago, and the worlds we lived on were only fragments from that original great world. The world had been at some kind of war, and that war was filled with anger, hatred, and destruction. Ultimately, this was the true nature of humanity. Humanity was destruction, and I was humanity.
What power did this information bring? What exactly could I do with the knowledge of a race swirling around within my mind? I could tap the energy and life force of all nearby humans, and I could make their power my own. It was potent, as powerful as tapping into the strength of a dungeon, more powerful. The only limit was my ability to draw from a distance. I didn’t seem to be able to pull from humans far outside the dungeon itself. If I taught myself, I could draw on more humans, and gain even more power.
Instead, I had no choice but to tap the remaining power of this dungeon. It was as old as any mega-dungeon, and burning supplemented my strength. It was the strength that I needed. Strength to stop my enemies. Strength to get vengeance for everything they took from me. Strength to placate the anger of the human race.
I would use the people as a cudgel, and I would exact vengeance for my child, vengeance for Eliana, vengeance for Demetri and slaves overseas. They would pay in blood. They would pay in death. The oceans boiled and turned black, and the world would burn.
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