My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

I didn’t feel good about the reasoning behind getting my new job. What did it mean by seducing? All I had done was give candy to a child to bribe them into a lifetime of servitude. Okay, you know what? Seducing is fine. I’ll take it.

Since it didn’t give her a name, that meant that if I named her, she’d be more powerful. Before I did that, I knew I’d need to tame her further. I realized that even taming a monster came in levels. Tamed monsters weren’t like slaves. They didn’t have to listen to you, and they could act defiantly or in their best interest. However, when it came between slavery, which was forced compliance and taming… I knew which one didn’t weigh on my heart as heavily.

That’s not to say I didn’t force many people into slavery, but that was usually done at their request. They gave up their freedom in exchange for the power it gave them. For some, it was done with a desire to be closer and more intimate, while for others it was done to be given a chance at being saved. Either way, I didn’t think I’d ever enslave a person I truly believe was against it. I wasn’t that bad.

As for this girl here, it was hard to say. I brought out a few more candy bars and continued to try to get some more information out of her.

“The mana in this room is a bit lower than I was expecting. Do you know a place that has more mana?”

She nodded, but then a second later she shook her head, a bit of fear appearing on her face.

“You know a place, but it’s scary and you don’t want to go?”

After a moment of hesitation, she guiltily nodded.

I had realized once subduing her and her goblins that this boss room didn’t reach the level I had been hoping for. Would this make her closer to a mini-boss, a level boss? Her strength was like a trapdoor spider. She entrenched her horde into a small place and waited for something to wander in. The horde pounced, and then she quickly consumed it. It turned out she was quite a bit weaker than I had originally feared, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t useful. I could train her up, and with her ability to control the undead, I still felt that she would make a good boss.

“I understand. I know you don’t want to go there, but I must do so. It is my intention on using that source to create a dungeon.” I explained.

Her face flashed in panic, and she shook her head. I went to further explain that this was non-negotiable, but she then grabbed my hand. I followed where she tugged, feeling only a little awkward as she pulled me through the crowd of undead. After the battle was over, I gave her back her zombies, but I noticed now that all of them had a blue tinge in their eyes as if my control had someone merged with hers. I felt like I could control them through her, that is to say, I could make them do things without asking her first.

“Where’s she taking us?” Alysia asked curiously.

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

We only went to the back of the boss’ room, where another door opened into a small closet space. Looking at the sheets on the ground, I realized that this small room was her bedroom. She slept in here while her zombies stood ever vigilant outside. There was even a stuffed animal, but it was so old and decayed it was impossible to tell what it once was.

As I was surveying the filthy room, she pointed up. I raised my eyes and was surprised by what I saw.

“It’s a mural.” Alysia declared.

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