My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

“Master, we’re going to have to do something soon.” Alysia warned.

The zombie tower was forming faster than humans could come up with such a thing. They really were moving like one item, and their target was me. I ignored the quickly rising tower though. As long as they were in the tower, then there was less undead below. That meant that the queen might be more visible.

I zoomed my map closer to just this room, trying to find the spot where the zombie queen was standing. In most cases, the creature with the highest life force would be the boss. Even if the boss has spread out its lifeforce into its fellow zombies, given the appearance of a single entity, there would be a point where the force is strongest, and that point should be the zombie queen. That’s what I was counting on, but I failed to find it.

“Master!”

“I know!”

I jumped off the chandelier just as the first zombie jumped onto it. As I kicked off, I send the chandelier to the side. The zombie holding it didn’t let go in time, and he ended up tilting the entire tower of zombies. The group spilled over, falling to the floor in a heap. I hit a wall, grabbing onto a high-up sconce that kept me out of the reach of the zombies. I didn’t have much time to breathe though, as, despite the fall, their recovery was almost instantaneous. A new group was forming to reach me, and I wasn’t as high up as I was with the chandelier, which was no swinging too wildly for me to risk jumping back to.

“Master has the job Dark Priest, don’t you?”

“What about it?” I asked.

“Most Necromancers start as Dark Priests!”

“Seriously? That makes a lot of sense. Ah… but my Dark Priest is only at level 23.”

Dark Priest seemed to focus a lot on the dead. You could Steal Life, Detect Undead, Absorb Souls… all things that sound like they’d belong to a Necromancer.

“Alright, even so, what is your plan?” I asked, looking back to see the zombies getting closer and closer to me.

“Rather than attack them as undead you can easily override, how about fighting them on a Necromancer’s terms. Try to take over the horde. Strip them of their power!”

“I’m a bit disadvantaged there…” I admitted. “If I fought that way, I’d be fighting in their home territory, so to speak. I’m not a Necromancer, so even if I have some ability, they’d have more.”

“True… but you also have dozens of jobs, and the dungeon store, a high level of mana, not to mention your god soul. You were able to create my bodies form even as an Apprentice Blacksmith-”

“With the help of a Master!” I corrected.

“There is a Master here! Remember when we fought on those cliffs? Even though I was your enemy, you bought your time and learned from me. Even though I was stronger than you, you were able to defeat me using my strength against me. Lately, you may have been stronger than everything you fought, but you didn’t reach this point without continuously fighting at a disadvantage. This will be no different than what you used to do!”

I immediately realized that she was right. I had started to get a bit too comfortable with my strength. I was starting to get a bit cocky. I recalled a time I used to have to be extremely cautious and was continually fighting with my life on the line. I had grown so used to things coming easily that I had nearly forgotten that.

“Alysia… I’m glad you’re by my side.”

“Master…”

“Alysia…”

“The zombies!” Pait’s voice cried out as on grabbed my foot.

“Right! Then, Absorb!”

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