My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

{Apprentice Blacksmith had increased to 25.}

{You have learned the basics of blacksmithing. You have unlocked Blacksmith.}

I once read a theory that stated that information could be exchanged from one person to the next. In that way, it acted a lot like the inheritance of genes. Certain information, like fire, was hot, was remembered generation after generation. Meanwhile, other information was quickly forgotten. That wasn’t to say the information was bad or good. You could have something bad that spread quickly and was endlessly repeated, but in general, it wasn’t the most spreadable information, but the most pervasive that survived generation after generation. These packets of memories were given the name memes, and this theory was the source of that name.

In this world of lore and dungeons, I had come to understand lore as essentially a type of meme, one that was more literal than what we understood from my old world. Your soul was the lore of your life, and as you acted out your story, it grew attracted to certain bits of information. If you were an author, these books might be considered reference material. They were distilled lore, chronicling skills and abilities refined by thousands if not millions of users.

Some people completed that lore, absorbing it until it was indistinguishable from their own story, and adding their twists and turns on it. Others never finished the lore in their lifetime. I believed this to be the essence of jobs. The thing that made me special, other than my experience boosters and advanced learning, was the ability for me to connect with so many jobs, so many reference materials, which I could use to enrich my lore and the lore of my slaves.

Yet, when it came right down to it, I had absorbed a lot of lore, and none of it was me. My story was so short and uninteresting, and it was the lore that made me who I am. It was like being skilled at everything, but master of nothing. If I was to describe myself in a few words, I wouldn’t be able to. Was I a White Mage? I certainly started with that job, but I also fought and did damage. True Dungeon Diver was my highest level, but I was also a Dungeon Master and a Dungeon Builder. I created unfinished lore as often as I conquered it.

I wasn’t someone so full of myself to declare I was a hero, despite having two hero-related jobs. Was I a Master Swordsman? I was just as good with magic as I was with swords, so a Magic Swordsman? My levels were still rather low, and I never built a solid foundation. I could fight pretty well, but an experienced swordsman, one who had trained from the ground up, would defeat me every time. I was a little bit of everything, and at the end that made me nothing.

In that respect, someone like Sapphire who was far more selective in her jobs truly could manage something great. I had high hopes for her. She had come a long way by the time we reached where I believed the boss was being held up.

{Name: Sapphire

Class: Smith

Job: Magic Blacksmith (LVL 35), Blacksmith (LVL 70)

Rank: Slave

Unlocked Jobs: Commoner (LVL 22), Basic Magician (LVL 28), Weapon Smith (LVL 20), Armor Smith (LVL 15)

Race: Deep Dwarf}

I didn’t have an opportunity to check Gabbro’s status, but we might have an honest chance against him yet.

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