My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

If one was expecting a place called an Infernal Hell to be a subversion of the name, I quickly found that wasn’t the case at all. The heat of the level we broke into was unbearable, and from that alone, it would not include just about any adventurer from Aberis. If it wasn’t for my dungeon skills, I also would have collapsed in minutes.

“Terra, are you okay?”

“My body already has a good resistance to fire. I was built to fight a dragon, after all. With the dungeon skills Master set, I am managing.” Terra responded.

She had dungeon skills that I could still alter, and while they weren’t as numerous as my own, they weren’t enough to give her Heat Resistance, she could at least get Fire Immunity. Considering a golem wasn’t likely to be Heat Exhausted, Heat Immunity wasn’t needed unless it was the temperature that she would melt.

“Alysia, how about you?”

“I’m also fine, Master.”

Since I had Alysia dig through lava, this was probably nothing. That wasn’t to say it wasn’t hot here. There was lava lining the path, and a careless step would send you falling into a lava moat. The very air seemed to shimmer with heat.

“What is the plan, exactly?” Terra asked.

“Remember Widow’s Dungeon?” I asked.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“When the miner’s punched a hole in the side of it, monsters kept falling out. Every time a miniboss left the floor, the dungeon expended mana to produce a new one. In essence, it created a mana leak in the dungeon. The Infernal Dungeon has a history and depth I can’t contemplate. Even the mobs here are likely more than we can handle. It grew so deep that it reached Twilight’s prison and allowed her to influence the surface from down here. We need to make a dungeon capable of keeping her from reuniting with this dungeon, and since we only have a week to do it, I’m going to use the Infernal Hell against itself.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Is it dangerous for a flea to bite a dog?” I asked. “Our size is nothing compared to it. That’s why I’m doing it this way. If I tried to declare war on the Infernal Dungeon, we would be destroyed in an instant. However, a mob falling through a hole is something different. The mob falls through, gets weakened through our resetting traps, and then falls to its death on the spikes below. Then, the plant boss eats it and provides the mana force for our dungeon. Boom, a continuous source of mana.”

“Then, what are we here for?”

“You need to make sure that hole does heal. Use your metals to create a stent. As for me, I’m going to set an attractant.”

Terra nodded and I helped her open up the hole and bit more as she placed pieces to keep it open. A dungeon like this might be able to heal such a wound in only a few hours. I needed it to last days, at least. It did open up a direct path from the Infernal Hell to my dungeon, which was a security risk, but that was why I had included so many traps as well as the fall.

If the monsters near the bottom of the Infernal Hell were powerful enough to make it through my traps, and fall a 30-foot drop on spikes, and then still manage to fend off the absorptive ability of the plant, then I also had a failsafe there too. One of the other things I had been doing was converting the dungeon to be collapsible. I had a feeling in the fight to come that we might have to retreat to more strategic positions, and so the boss room and this hallway would all collapse. We had to do whatever it took to survive.