My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

“It’s time for the final part!” The man announced after what felt like forever. “Deek, I will send miasma your way. You must purify it and send it into the blade.”

Through the pain, I opened my eyes and could see that the two blades were now superimposed together. It looked like when Alysia went to cut souls or mana. It was a translucent glowing sword that looked slightly out of sync with the physical blade.

Since I had declared myself a dungeon master, I was able to pull in and tame the miasma from this dungeon. Since the other dungeon masters wouldn’t be fighting me, then it flowed quite easily. I could still feel the pain with Alysia. It was nearly unbearable, but I had to remain lucid. If I couldn’t, then Alysia would end up cursed. With a roar, I began to send purified mana into her.

The flow of energy moved from the dungeon into her. At first, it started as a trickle, but it grew more and more, flooding through me and into her like a sieve. Between the pain of the forge and the stress of the miasma, I felt like I was breaking. I was shaking defiantly as I tried to manage everything by myself. Time passed, and the flow kept coming. After I thought plenty of time passed, I turned to the blacksmith, who was holding his daughter peacefully as he watched us.

“H-how much more… until she’s done?” I demanded.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I didn’t say? All of it.”

“Wh-what? What do you mean?”

The little girl looked up at him, and he smiled at her, patting her head. “I said, we were going to pass on our power to Alysia. The power of our ancient blades, and all the souls taken by us. All of it, the entire dungeon… is a massive reserve of power, and all of that power will flood into you.”

As if to make this point, the dungeon suddenly shook, and I could hear cracking sounds. My eyes began to widen. He had said as much, but I had never realized what he truly meant. He planned to destroy the dungeon, to distill it’s entire being into pure essence, and give that power to Alysia.

When I took a blessing, that was essentially what happened. The dungeon would give up all of its miasma, convert it to mana, and then give it to me. However, this was happening differently. He was breaking down everything in the dungeon, converting it into mana using me, and then putting that into my sword. In a normal dungeon, there would be some stuff surviving that would collapse and decay. In this dungeon, since it was a soul world, all would be converted into energy.

I continued to pull on the energy, losing focus on the man and his daughter as more and more power flowed through. The ground began to shake regularly, and even the room seemed to be shrinking. Suddenly, the forge crumpled, collapsing in on itself and being sucked into an epicenter like a black hole. At this point, the flow of energy quadrupled. The pain didn’t lessen at all, and the flow became too much. Miasma started to flow into the sword from the surrounding dungeon.

I couldn’t even see the sword anymore. All I could see was a glowing light that sucked in all of the darkness. I tried to feed that light mana, but the faster it sucked in this world, the more minuscule my converted mana became. I had failed to create a blessed sword.

“You will know what to do next.” A voice came from my ear.

I turned to see the man standing there, smiling. He reached out and handed me a crystal.

“This is the crystallized soul of my daughter. Please find some way to make use of her. Are you a father, Deek?”

Something about the man’s peaceful look gave me a moment of clarity. “I have… two babies on the way.”

He smiled. “Take care of them with everything you have.”

“I will!”

“Then, with this, I am content, and my story is complete. Goodbye, Hero.”

His body shimmered and turned to light, floating up into the sky and then getting consumed into the swirling vortex.

The world around me was black now, just above everything that existed getting sucked into the vortex. It was just me and the vortex, floating in a void of infinite nothingness. The flow of energy slowed and then stopped. The pain I had been feeling dissipated.

Floating in the void was a spinning orb, a dungeon lore. Except, it didn’t look like any dungeon lore I had ever claimed before. It was a mixture of black and white. The orb was 50% of each, blended seamlessly together.

“A… god soul…” I breathed.

The orb began to shoot toward me. I had expected this though. I didn’t turn away. I didn’t run. I didn’t curse my luck. Instead, I held out my hand and grabbed the orb as it slammed into me. It entered into my body. I didn’t writhe in pain. This level of pain was nothing compared to what I just experienced. Instead, I closed my eyes and did something I had never done before. I absorbed it all willingly.

{Congratulations, you have completed the Illusory Sword Realm.}

{True Dungeon Diver had increased by ten levels.}

{For completing the lore, you have gained 10 dungeon points.}

{The Sword lore is now a part of you. You have gained the Illusory Sword’s Blessing.}

{You have gained the God Sword Alysium.}

{You have an increased affinity with magic swords. You can call your sword from anywhere. Defeating dungeons and absorbing blessings increases your sword’s power.}

{Magic Swordsman has increased by ten levels.}

{Apprentice Blacksmith has increased by ten levels.}

{You have become one with the sword. You have unlocked the job: Master Swordsman.}