My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

How strong was an enemy? For most people, you took the highest level they were at, and that was a good estimate of how powerful they were. As levels increased, so did the power, and that power tended to rise exponentially. The difference between a level 59 and a 60 was nearly as great as the distance between a level 1 and a level 5. However, the highest level wasn’t the only indicator of a person’s ability. Someone could have multiple jobs and higher tier jobs, both of which could make them even stronger.

Thus, as someone grew stronger, it was hard to tell who would when in a fight. It depended on the skills they had access to, and the skills they were proficient in. For example, I had a large degree of skills, but some skills I could barely use, while others I could use as naturally as possible.

To fit with my theory that jobs were a fragment of memetic lore, an equipped job was lore directly touching your soul. For reasons I didn’t understand, the knowledge that job offered could only be accessed one at a time unless you could equip extra jobs. The more I touched upon a job while earning experience, the job would educate me, and I’d understand that job. I’d use my access to the job to gain a better understanding of it, gaining access to new pieces of lore, while the job would slowly be remembered by me, incorporating the spells and skills until they were a natural part of my existence.

Thus, your soul was refined by the presence of a job, and the job likely earned the ability to self-replicate, spreading its knowledge to more people of a similar temperament. In that way, it was a symbiotic relationship.

Thus, it stood to reason as a person grew, your ability to succeed wasn’t based just on what jobs you had or how many, but how you were able to absorb the information and how it refined your soul. When it came to my soul, I was as powerful as they came. Although the horde might have had a strong resistance to soul attacks, that was only a relative thing.

I used Absorb on that first enemy that grabbed me, and since I was connected to the horde and the zombie queen, my absorption pulled on all of their life force. It let out a scream and let go of me as desperately as it could. However, I had already slid a piece of Karma into it, thanks to Mimic. Using darkness control, I used my power to take control of the zombie. The queen had pulled back on her connection to keep from having her soul force sucked out, and as a result the zombie easily succumbed.

I didn’t know why, but the eyes that were originally black started to glow blue as the zombie came under my control. The zombie also became a point in which I could spread my karmic infection. All of the zombies that were still holding up my zombie were at risk. I began to quickly spread my infection, using my darkness control to spread around a plague of dominance. One after another, the zombies began to turn blue. Those that still belonged to the queen immediately retreated, avoiding contact with the contaminated zombies. In only a few moments, the zombies had turned into two groups.

“Well isn’t that interesting…” I lifted a finger and pointed at the enemy horde. “Invade!”

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