My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1685

“Um, can you bring Matty and his… mother out?” I asked.

“A-am I not good enough?” She asked hesitantly.

This dungeon was really hard to deal with. I quickly realized that I could no longer just make things happen with the wave of a hand. For example, if I wanted to summon a mob, I could just think about a mob and it would appear. I could easily make changes to the dungeon on the fly. However, it appeared like now that the dungeon had intelligence, it was more like monster taming. No, monsters were lower intelligence and often inherently loyal. This was more like taming… well, a child.

“It’s not that. It’s just been a while since I’ve spoken to them, and I want to make sure they are doing well.” I tried to give her my best smile.

The little girl still looked at me reluctantly, but she finally raised her hand, and suddenly two people appeared as if from nowhere.

“And that’s why… huh?” Matty blinked. “What happened?”

“It appears like we were stashed away in the dungeon reserve storage.” The witch replied reservedly. “We’re in perfect stasis there, so time doesn’t pass by.”

“Wh-what?” Matty looked around, and when he saw the little girl, his eyes narrowed. “That’s right, it was you! All I did was ask you who you were and what you were doing in this dungeon!”

The little girl didn’t respond. She had moved away from me, and took several steps back, seemingly trying to avoid Matty. She had her head down, and her hair was covering her face. It seemed like she was intimidated by Matty. He was a former dungeon master. Maybe, there was something about that which instinctively made her feel challenged.

“If I had to guess, sweetie, she’s the evolved intelligence of this dungeon.” The witch explained.

“A dungeon intelligence?” The boy asked. “Well, I’m a dungeon master, so you have to do what I say!”

I felt somewhat irritated by his words. This was my dungeon, after all. It sounded like they had encountered each other a short while ago, and she had tossed them into this reserved storage rather than dealing with them. The more Matty came at her, the shyer the little girl got, and it started to make me feel somewhat uncomfortable for reasons I didn’t understand.

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“Hey, you, show me your face,” Matty demanded.

He always had an attitude with me, but it seemed like finding a girl who was smaller than him that he could bully had bolstered his attitude. The three other women watched with mild interest, while the witch stood to the side as if watching children interact. Either way, none of them seemed to feel that any interruption needed to be made. The little girl shyly looked up, her hair-splitting and showing her pretty face. Matty, who had been acting snobby stopped.

“P-p-pretty.” He whispered.

“What do you want?” She finally cried out.

Matty’s mouth moved silently for a few seconds, and then he shook himself out of his daze.

“I-I’ll be your Master. So, you have to do whatever I say, okay?” His words were less certain but still defiant.

She blushed. “You’d have to ask my daddy first.”

He blinked. “Who’s your daddy?”

She lifted her hand, pointing over his shoulder. As he slowly turned around, I cracked my knuckles. From the moment he popped up, I suddenly found him ten times more annoying.

“So, you have designs on my daughter, do you?” I spoke with a terrifying smile on my face.

“Ahhh!” He turned and ran.

“Get back here, you bastard! You want to touch my daughter? I’ll kill you!”

I summoned Alysia. I wasn’t sure why she appeared as a belt, but I’d use what I got.

“I think Master has accepted her as his daughter.”

“My, my… if Matty marries his little girl, won’t that make husband my family? How daring!” The witch gasped.

“Marriage? Die!”

“Mom, you’re not helping!”

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