My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

It wasn’t like there was a particular rune I needed to draw or a ceremony I needed to follow. It was just a matter of using my accumulated skills and knowledge to manipulate souls. It was the Soulsmith job and the knowledge I gained from Twilight that allowed me to do this. Calypso had never asked where I had gotten such a job from. She had just taken it for granted that I had the ability.

I sat in the middle of the room and pretended to meditate. I was just wasting time waiting for everyone to settle down. I didn’t want there to be any surprises. About ten minutes passed by, and the messages to and from the room finally slowed as everything was discussed. I had considered leaving Eliana out there and using Slave Communication, but I didn’t think I’d be able to waste the mana or the mental capacity to open up such communication while doing this.

I also wanted everyone I cared about where they were safest. This was an extremely delicate situation. The fey had already attempted to use someone I cared about against me once with Carmine, so I didn’t want to risk it. It was even more dangerous when it was considered what I was doing.

My birth as a human king might be good for Aberis and the humans of the Ost Republic, although becoming potentially and unwillingly subservient to someone has a questionable quality to it being good, this action would in no way benefit beastkin, osterians, demons, or any of the other tribes at this peace talk. If they knew their soldiers were being used to protect the humans as they gained more power, they would assuredly have been thrown into a rage. Once it was over, there would be no turning back. They only knew I was attempting something that would stop the fey, but they would have assuredly rejected it had they known it would have overthrown the balance on this continent too.

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If I became the human king, then humans would be a dominant force, even more so than they already were. I also knew that one day, I would be pitted against the demon king Aberon. As for the other perks, like immortality or being able to boost the strength of my allies, those were benefits I was already familiar with. As long as I kept drinking from the waters of life, I would be immortal, and most of my skills had always been geared toward enhancing my allies. In other words, doing this seemed almost like a natural conclusion to the path I had started when I first came to this world. I would be the support unit for all of humanity.

With that thought, I began the process. It would take upsetting my soul world, so I had pulled out everything of value and left it in the new treasury room at my palace. The first step involved compressing my soul world, essentially overlaying my soul with the core. As I began to work, I didn’t realize that every blessing on my body had started to glow at once, catching every eye in the room. I also didn’t realize that the markings that had always remained static on my body from wherever they had burned started to move, crawling around my body like brightly lit serpents of text.

There was a sudden distance booming sound and the ground shook ever so slightly. This was followed by the sound of sirens. The fey was beginning their attack.