My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1675
The human king took Calypso to the Teardrop isles and brought her down to where he had hidden the orb. Of course, the fey were following Calypso, and when they arrived, the fey popped out and took the core. I watched as the hurt human king looked on at Calypso, shocked by her betrayal. I watched even more as the fey king used the opportunity to stab the human king in the back with a malacrum dagger.
I didn’t know why, but the dagger gave me the feeling like it was the same dagger that Kaia had used. Either the noble line of the fey had held onto the dagger all of these years, or the Champion’s Gauntlet had done so instead, and Kaia had run into it while breaking through those challenges. It seemed like history really did repeat itself, just as Calypso said.
She grabbed onto the human orb, and she forced herself to merge with it. Then, the slaughter began. She started with the fey king, skinning him alive. Her hair became as black as midnight, and her eyes became dark orbs. She killed everyone there, but when everyone was gone, she wasn’t satiated.
Her rampage didn’t last for a few hours like my own. Hers went on for months. At first, she fought alongside the humans, helping them get vengeance and push back the fey. She used massive hordes of monsters to do it. Champion’s Gauntlet wasn’t original built as a trial; it was built as an army breeding ground. In the same way Calypso used the Bandit’s Respite to create an unstoppable bandit army, she had done the same with the monsters.
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With the Bandit’s respite, she had built it horizontally, covering as much land as she could to spread out the influence of the dungeon. After all, if monsters got too far from their dungeon, they would end up losing their strength and dying unless they had the strength to convert into mana creatures. Calypso had gotten around this by using humanity. In a sense, she used the human armies as her personal miasma generators, feeding them to the monsters to fuel her war machine. Suffice it to say that humanity quickly stopped being her alley, and she became a tyrant.
Yet, she had succeeded in her goals, destroying the already disordered fey who had lost their leadership. Some fey hid, while other fey fled. Her children, the surviving noble line, were smuggled onto ships and eventually sent overseas. Her rampage only ended with a certain person in her arms. That person was none other than the white mage. She had killed her own lover, and that was the act that finally broke her from her rampage.
Heartbroken and having lost everything, Calypso retreated into her dungeon. She only emerged again many years later, a completely different woman. This new woman didn’t trust anyone, and didn’t care about human life. This was the Calypso I was familiar with, a dark woman with a soul of miasma, a love of female harems, and distrust toward humanity. Over the years, she’d be known for many things. She’d be a sorceress, a demon lord’s incubator, a dark priestess, a bandit king, and even a pirate king. Yet, this was where it all began.
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