My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1571

The boat had to wait a bit before a place to dock became open. It wasn’t that the docks were small, but there was so much traffic coming in and out of it. Since my mana was able to reach the shore, I was half tempted to just create a portal and leave for the city yet, but that would go against Eliana’s policy of needing to be seen entering. Officially, portals couldn’t be used within dungeons, so if I started using them it might cause some alarm.

Then again, the miasma here was so light, that I was sure even a normal blue mage could open a portal, even if he couldn’t necessarily open one to the mainland like I could. Now that I had visited the Tearfall Isles, nothing short of a massive rearrangement of the mana and miasma in the surrounding area would prevent me from being able to return whenever I wanted. Most rules that people seemed to know to be truth seemed to be simple mana math anyway.

You could project mana from your body. The more things that were in the way of the mana, the more obstructed the draw distance would be. Depending on the spell, the distance varied substantially. A portal, which required cutting through space, used a lot of mana. Slave Communication, which was more like a phone call, was much easier. Dungeons, as the miasmic obstructions that they were, disrupted this flow of mana. For someone with weak mana and low levels, these obstructions were absolute.

No barrier was more absolute than the separation between a dungeon and the world outside it, which were completely separated environments. To the typical commoner and even soldiers, breaking through these barriers could not be done. This was why portals and resurrections were considered impossible from dungeons.

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When I had unlocked the blessings, they boosted those powers by using the lore and mana reserves from a dungeon. Without realizing it, the strength of my portal had been boosted, as did the strength of my slave bonds.

Although the system had explained them as being absolute, I had come to learn there was nothing absolute in this world. I had learned that when I had dimensionally traveled and ended up on the wrong side of the planet. I didn’t have the necessary mana to create a portal home and had to depend on extreme measures to make the trip. Although I was only half of myself back then, I had killed and consumed quite a bit of people. I was very angry back then, and perhaps a bit desperate to see those that I cared about again.

This dungeon was another one of these anomalies. The miasma was paper-thin, so resurrections could be performed by those who were a lower level. The dungeon miasma didn’t block the soul summoning that was necessary with any resurrection. I imagined portals would also be easier to do. I knew my Map skill could reach the entire island. This is why I knew that Carmine was currently not on the main safe island.

“Where are you… you better be safe.” I muttered to myself as the ship jerked to a stop.

“We’ve arrived.” The captain announced. “Welcome to the Tearfall Isles.”