My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

I had already formed a good idea where the final boss room was even if the zombie queen didn’t tell me. By letting her take me to each of the former safe rooms, I was able to map out the former dungeon. Although its structure as a former dungeon was broke quite a bit, I was still able to approximate things. It was kind of difficult because at first, the rooms appeared to be strewn around randomly. That was when I realized that the entire dungeon was built as a spiral disk.

It was a combination of the horizontal and vertical dungeons I had seen in the past. One spread deeper like roots digging into the Earth, while the other spread out wider like the rings of a tree. This one had seemingly grown a single path that wrapped around the center like a spiral. Each ring around denoted the passage of time and growth. The only area we had avoided was the center of this spiral. That had to be where the remaining dungeon boss resided.

“Are we ready?” I asked the zombie queen.

She gave a thumbs-up, and I looked back behind her to see nearly a hundred undead lined up like soldiers. My greatest challenge would be to avoid hurting them as collateral damage, but with a hint of my mana flowing through them, they should be protected against my strongest attacks.

I raised my hand, and then lowered it out, and we began our march. Even when it was just the zombie queen and me, all of the enemies made scarce. Now that we were moving with a small army, there wasn’t another peep.

Our group moved on through the halls at a steady pace. The zombie queen looked frightened still and was clinging to my shirt, but I was confident in our ability to face him. I had strength against the undead, and I also had the army. Of course, there was the possibility that he had an army too, and possibly a bigger one, but I wouldn’t hesitate to destroy it with impunity, and when it came to this battle, I wouldn’t risk it.

The marching took about four hours before we came to a set of double doors that reminded me of the boss rooms of old. Even down here in the Deep, it seemed like dungeons never changed. Well, there was the difference. There was no safe room and the dungeon doors were closed. Usually, there would be a room before the boss room, and the doors would be wide open, inviting us to our doom.

The area in front of the doors was a wide-open space, almost like the safe room, and had been blown away in some kind of fight. This was also why the level-like nature of the dungeon was obscured. Levels had broken into other levels. We might have had to march another 8 hours if there weren’t breaks in the walls and collapsed sections allowing us to progress faster than the original spiral intended.

“It’s time,” I spoke ominously, raising my foot and kicking open the door.

They cracked open in a way like they might fall off of their hinges at any moment. The group of us began to march forward, heading into the dimly-lit boss room beyond.

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