My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

The idea of Soul Merge was to merge lore into your soul. At least, that’s what I had originally assumed. However, now I was thinking that maybe, soul merge could also be used to push two souls together. Typically, the only way to be able to achieve such an act was through physical intimacy. When you had sex, your soul and their soul would become close, and possibly even touch. This is what happened when Alysia took my soul. As our souls grew closer during intimacy, her soul sucked mine out of my body.

This wasn’t quite the same thing, but it had a similar feel. I was essentially trying to push our souls together, attempting to touch them. I wasn’t looking for our souls to merge. When it came to lore, forcing it to merge took a lot of effort. It took Twilight years to get people to merge their souls with her. For Sapphire and I to merge our souls, we’d need to be beyond intimate. We’d need to be united in body and soul. We simply weren’t that close.

Yet, our souls could touch, and when they touched I’d be able to lend her my power, my strength, and my lore. That was my intent. I pushed my soul out, pressing it against hers. Sapphire gasped as this happened.

“Ignore everyone else,” I whispered. “It’s just us.”

I reached down and grabbed her hammer, and then handed it to her. After a few seconds of hesitation, she grabbed it and began again. I went back to my place. It wasn’t like I had to physically touch her to keep our souls together. Only someone sensitive to such things like Miki would be able to see it, but there was a connection between us at that moment far closer and thicker than any bond. We began to work.

Our motions began to sink perfectly. It was reminiscent of the first time we had made a sword. We had fallen into a kind of zone, working in sync, me using my experience and our bond to guess what she wanted. Now, it was no longer a guess. Our bodies and minds worked as won, seamlessly working together. I didn’t need to refresh her, as my body directly gave her strength and stamina. While I worked as her two extra hands and kept our souls together, she swung the hammer and worked with precision and speed.

Our movements steadied and became like an art. She hammered, shifted, heated, hammered, and I assisted her in every task before she even knew she needed it. The lore of blacksmithing floated between us, and as I used my Advanced Learning to unlock the secrets behind it, they were also shared instantly with her. Insights were unlocking within her as we went. If we kept this up, I was certain she could level very rapidly.

However, we only had a single small blade to make, and with the hotter forge and the higher levels of experience, it didn’t take nearly as long as the sword had taken. It was only when I let our souls split back away that I was strong with bone splitting exhaustion. Sapphire slumped, all but collapsing to the ground. However, we had finished it; we had made the dagger.