My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1680

“Hmm?” I took my first step into the first level of my new dungeon.

I had been expecting a traditional dungeon maze with closed-off corridors, but I ended up stepping into a large open outdoor space. Astria, Elaya, and Xin joined me a moment later. The sun was overhead, and there was a forest, grass, and a gentle wind blowing nearby. If I hadn’t known I was stepping into a dungeon, I’d be mistaken for thinking I was still outside or had stepped through a portal to someplace nearby.

“It’s quite nice,” Elaya commented.

“You guys haven’t been through it first?” I asked, a bit surprised.

“Of course not, we wanted to enjoy the experience for the first time with Master,” Xin responded.

“I’m not seeing any mobs.” I pulled used Sense Life, and while there were life forms, they weren’t monsters, but normal animals. “This floor doesn’t have any enemies?”

“It also doesn’t appear to have any miasma.” Astria rubbed her arms as if an environment free of miasma was just a bit uncomfortable to her.

“Why would a dungeon like this create a flood that was indistinguishable from the land outside?” I asked curiously.

“Dungeons are odd things,” Elaya explained. “They are only a reflection of the lore that makes them. With all due respect, your dungeon never had true lore. It wasn’t a corrupted or unfinished story that was allowed to fester. Furthermore, you’re dungeon even became a god dungeon, obtaining a kind of unity with the world around it. It’s a dungeon at peace with itself. It’s kind of pleasant, isn’t it?”

“It may be pleasant, but will this place help the soldiers train?” I asked hesitantly. “Will it truly protect the core?”

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I didn’t know what I was expecting when I entered the dungeon. It had always been a tool for me to use, a mana and miasma generator that I could tap when I was in a jam and a means of training troops and creating items when needed.

“How about we head down a bit farther and see if anything changes?” Xin suggested.

I agreed with her, and the pair of us headed toward the 1st floor safe room. I had never been in the dungeon in its current form, so I didn’t have a map of it. When I was in my dungeon, I could teleport just about anywhere. There was the dungeon master skill Dungeon Transport which gave me free rein of the dungeon, but I didn’t know how to use it without Map. As useful as the Map skill was for me, it had also become a bit of a crutch. Since I had rarely experienced the need to Sense Life without a map, or teleport without selecting a place on the Map, I wasn’t that good at doing it.

Thus, I decided it was better to map out the dungeon slowly so I knew what I had. It wasn’t all bad. The miasma was an extension of myself, so as soon as I connected with it on any given floor, it became mapped out completely in only a few minutes. Furthermore, I could instinctively feel where the route needed to go and where the safe room was. Still, to save time, once the floor was mapped, I instantly brought us to the 1st floor.

“Ah, that reminds me, how many floors are we looking at here?”

I could give an educated guess but wasn’t so familiar with feeling out the dungeon that I could instantly determine it by myself.

“It’s ten floors.” Elaya declared, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“Just ten?” I blinked.

She nodded, and the other two girls confirmed it. What the heck was wrong with my dungeon?

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