My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

Lydia was a tigerkin, not a catkin? I supposed that explained the black and orange stripes. I really had no clue about these things. Her class also looked pretty good. Speed combat meant she theoretically could bounce around these monsters with ease. Like me, she might have a strong affinity in this dungeon. However, we were both just too low of a level to really be able to protect ourselves.

Plus, she had Commoner as her job. Was there a way to set it so that she was using Swordsman?

{Lydia’s job has been switched to Swordsman.}

“Eh?” Lydia let go of my hand, looking around with a strange look.

“Did you notice anything?” I asked, a little surprised.

This must be a part of my support class. Being able to change people’s jobs would be the epitome of support. It was likely why I could change my own as well. As I came to understand more about this world, it seemed like classes could not be changed. You were born with a particular class, and it defined everything else about you. For example, Lydia was a speed combat class. It probably meant she had some bonuses to speed, which was how she was able to avoid the zombies. It also meant she probably did really well with jobs that needed speed, like thieving, swordsman, and scouting. Maybe it was easier to obtain these jobs for her. At the very least, they should level faster than any other jobs.

I wondered if anyone in this world knew about classes other than me. Jobs seemed to be an accepted part of this world, as well as job levels, but class affinity was something I had never heard the other adventurers talk about. I couldn’t help but wonder that if the noble knew her class affinity, would he have written her off as weak. Usually, you had to visit a priest to do a job change. I could do it because of my support class affinity, but if the slaver didn’t know about her class, then he never would have thought to change her job to something else. At least, that was my theory right now.

“You’re Lydia, right? A tigerkin?” I just wanted to clear the air with her.

“Ah, you know my name?” Lydia’s eyes widened in wonder.

“Your… um… master said it in the Guild before.” I responded.

“Oh…” Her head lowered again. “I’m a catkin. Not a tigerkin. Tigerkin is impossible…”

“Why is that?” I asked.

“They’re an animalkin variant that is exceptionally rare and coveted. There is nothing special about me. My master tells me that all the time.”

“Perhaps your master is just an idiot,” I muttered.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I said… I think we have a monster coming.” I had just noticed a skeleton coming around the corner.

Unfortunately, it noticed us and started heading in our direction. It had a sword in its hand, but it was of far nicer quality than the ones I had seen before. In fact, it looked almost as good as the ones many of the adventurers were using.

“Stand back,” I said. “I can usually kill these things by healing them to death.”

The girl cocked her head questioningly but did as I said. I waved my hand and cast Weak Heal. It struck him. He let out a cry that made my heart tremble. It was a lot scarier than the ones I had battled before. I cast a spell again. I should only need one more. I cast a third time. However, the monster showed no signs of slowing down. In fact, he was taking up speed.

“Wait… 1st floor had skeletons with rusty swords…” I voiced out loud.

“We’re not on the 1st floor, but the 5th,” the girl spoke quietly.

“Ah… I think we should run again.”