My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1553
“The peacetalks will officially begin in one week, but many have already began to gathering on the safe island of the Tearfall Isles. They built a city on what would normally be considered floor one, as there are no enemies on it.” Eliana explained.
That wasn’t surprising. I had seen so many different kinds of dungeons. Bandit’s Respite had been constructed similarly. The first floor was technically the base of operations and didn’t have any mobs. Well, technically, the bandits were the mobs, but they weren’t necessarily aggressive if they thought you were on their side.
“So, is there a traveling guild that we must use to get there?” I asked.
Eliana immediately shook her head. “No, there isn’t any way to teleport into or out of the dungeon.”
“I heard that people could be resurrected though?”
“Yes, the dungeon doesn’t obscure resurrections, but they can only occur within the dungeon. It’s extremely expensive. The priests there don’t belong to any of the churches officially, and they extort adventurers out of their hard-earned gold.”
Ah, I understood now. There were no floors for the dungeon, and perhaps the miasma wasn’t very thick, so anyone could be resurrected to the city on the first floor. Technically, when someone died, they could be resurrected in a dungeon. The reason that most people acted like death in a dungeon was permanent came in three reasons. The first was that the priest had to be physically in the dungeon to even attempt it.
The second was that every floor the priest was from the soul made it that much more difficult. Miasma and the walls themselves blocked the summoning mana that tried to call the soul to the priest. Furthermore, once the soul left the body, there was no guarantee it’d even remain where the person died. Thus, even if they went to the same point the person died, that soul could have wandered away by the time they got there.
The third reason was that the miasma quickly broke down the soul, so every moment made it harder and harder to resurrect the person. Even if they were resurrected successfully, parts of their lore would have degraded. It’d be like someone who had a traumatic brain injury. They might not be the same person as they were before. Their personalities could change, and they might have large patches of memory loss. Rather than go through such trouble, people mostly just considered any dungeon death to be a permanent death.
“If we can’t teleport there, how do we get there?”
“Naturally, we must go by boat!” She declared.
That’s how we ended up taking a teleportation to an Ost Republic harbor city. It turned out that the girls from Titan Fall were there waiting for us by the time we reached the docks.
“You girls are coming too?” I asked in surprise.
“I hired them as my bodyguards,” Eliana explained as I helped her down from the carriage we had taken to the docks. “See, I can be careful as well.”
“I’m surprised you guys haven’t come… well, you know…” It felt kind of embarrassing telling the girls they should be following me in Chalm with the rest of the Osterians.
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“They aren’t like most Osterians.” Alysia’s voice explained. “They’re more like me.”
“We’re adventurers.” One of the girls nodded in agreement. “We go where adventure awaits!”
“Marice… that’s lame…”
“Eh! How was that lame? I thought I sounded cool.”
“Definitely lame…” Another girl spoke up.
“You too, Faith?”
I thought her words meant something. As I saw a ship pull into the harbor, I also felt a pull for adventure. I just hoped things remained reasonable. I was traveling with a pregnant woman, after all.
